tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204007832011-04-22T04:19:55.428+02:00luisdoenoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400783.post-1154444321770457222006-08-01T15:06:00.000+02:002006-08-01T16:58:41.883+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">skit #08</span><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/1600/skit%20#08.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/400/skit%20%2308.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">se llenaron vasos vacíos que antes eran llenos</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">entraron, salieron, distintos zapatos con un mismo camino</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">y ahora, al cierre, todos fuera</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">los que quisieron, los que pudieron</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">y los que soñaron con querer poder</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">los que lanzaron mentiras y los que escondieron verdades</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mañana más. diferente. igual.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400783-115444432177045722?l=quitliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisdoenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400783.post-1148061726254862702006-05-19T19:51:00.000+02:002006-05-23T00:01:56.420+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">skit #07</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/1600/Skit-#07.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/400/Skit-%2307.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">adverbio de negación</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">al encuentro del conflicto</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">huída de la duda</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">bordeando la incomprensión</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">propuesta de nada</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">que es para su dueño poderosa afirmación</span></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400783-114806172625486270?l=quitliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisdoenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400783.post-1145366487003456632006-04-18T14:24:00.000+02:002006-04-21T18:49:25.883+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">skit #06</span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/1600/Skit-#06.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/400/Skit-%2306.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">no tienes que mirar si no quieres</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">serán sólo unos minutos</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">una chispa</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, las primeras llamas, y el humo, denso y negro, hacia arriba</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">porque... ¿sabes qué?</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">voy a usar la gasolina que aun hay dentro para hacerla arder</span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400783-114536648700345663?l=quitliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisdoenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400783.post-1143462468019843252006-03-27T14:22:00.000+02:002006-03-27T14:45:36.740+02:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">skit #05</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/1600/skit-#05.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/400/skit-%2305.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">el sol irá entrando</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">sin darte cuenta, sin parar</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">en aquel que solías llamar tu sitio</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">hasta que no veas más</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">hasta que no veas nada</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">y apartes, al fin, la mirada</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400783-114346246801984325?l=quitliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisdoenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400783.post-1143230673188588012006-03-24T21:01:00.000+01:002006-03-26T20:21:42.460+02:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">skit #04</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/400/Skit-%2304.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">jugar era fácil entonces</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">entre heridas que nunca dolían</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">ofensas que nunca duraban</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">y cicatrices que no se veían</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">¡cómo llegan los días que se llevan todo!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">cómo en silencio se van, una tras otra, las noches</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400783-114323067318858801?l=quitliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisdoenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400783.post-1137875917410401392006-01-21T21:18:00.000+01:002006-01-22T13:52:21.770+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">skit #03</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/1600/skit%20#03.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/400/skit%20%2303.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cien mil miedos, con una mano tapándome el alma y la otra agarrando la razón</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de un camino que asusta, infinito y oscuro<br />y al otro lado, tú, luz devastadora</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">espérame, desnudo, sin miedo</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">con una mano tapándome los ojos y la otra agarrando el corazón</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400783-113787591741040139?l=quitliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisdoenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400783.post-1136651539327947262006-01-07T17:27:00.000+01:002006-01-07T17:32:19.333+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">skit #02</span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/1600/2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right">un suelo manchado, resaca de la lucha. </div><div align="right">lo peor, la carga de no haber encontrado una vuelta atrás. </div><div align="right">el cuerpo ausente, derrotado. </div><div align="right">desde el borde del precipicio del olvido, una pequeña señal de victoria. </div><div align="right">imborrables, siempre, restos de mí. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400783-113665153932794726?l=quitliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisdoenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400783.post-1136141800943872432006-01-01T19:54:00.000+01:002006-01-07T17:34:13.453+01:00<blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><blockquote><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p></blockquote></span></blockquote></span></blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></blockquote><p></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">skit #0</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/1600/Movimiento%20esteril-%20baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5535/2043/400/Movimiento%20esteril-%20baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">'hacia arriba, con fuerza. hacia abajo. movimiento. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hacia afuera. fuera. estéril. dentro. otra vez más hacia un lado. movimiento. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hacia afuera, con más fuerza. dentro. estéril. dentro, dentro. movimiento. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">otra vez dentro.'</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400783-113614180094387243?l=quitliving.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luisdoenoreply@blogger.com1