tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18991043944849773642011-04-21T20:22:50.907-07:00palabras..e imagenesflorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03279366736444509395noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899104394484977364.post-48200440535419701542009-02-01T09:56:00.001-08:002009-02-01T09:57:16.743-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsqyItAevfU/SYXicrQhHbI/AAAAAAAAABY/EZTmzKSKjiU/s1600-h/LUNA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsqyItAevfU/SYXicrQhHbI/AAAAAAAAABY/EZTmzKSKjiU/s200/LUNA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297889518947474866" /></a><br /><br /><br />Estado de movimiento.<br />Curso del viento…<br />Misterios,<br />Luminiscencias.<br />Estragos del precepto,<br />Transformados en elementos,<br />Estáticos…<br />Acorralados en la coraza.<br />Empujan…<br />Saltan,<br />Vuelan,<br />Descargan.<br />Y a la larga estallan.<br /><br /> (Se transforman)<br /><br /> …prevalecen…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899104394484977364-4820044053541970154?l=piniflowersss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03279366736444509395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899104394484977364.post-50983995148048547012009-01-31T14:53:00.000-08:002009-01-31T14:55:21.395-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsqyItAevfU/SYTWxwVGJ0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/LRP4iRifVHQ/s1600-h/HABITACION+CHICA.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsqyItAevfU/SYTWxwVGJ0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/LRP4iRifVHQ/s200/HABITACION+CHICA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297595211969865538" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899104394484977364-5098399514804854701?l=piniflowersss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03279366736444509395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899104394484977364.post-68363694952251198162009-01-31T14:51:00.001-08:002009-01-31T14:51:32.533-08:00Determinarse.<br />Correr.<br />Miro hacia atrás,<br />Me dan ganas de volver,<br />Buscarte.<br />Reemprender,<br />Quizás el mismo camino.<br /><br />Volteo.<br />Pero ya no estas.<br /><br />Tumbo.<br />Desesperación, las alas se están acotando.<br />Fuera de vos.<br /><br />Lo flexible se vuelve rígido.<br />Ya no estas.<br /><br />El miedo anticipa.<br />El amor que salvaba no esta.<br /><br />Deriva conquista.<br />Estado fetal………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….avanza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899104394484977364-6836369495225119816?l=piniflowersss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03279366736444509395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899104394484977364.post-32476708315407305132009-01-25T18:47:00.000-08:002009-01-25T18:49:17.891-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsqyItAevfU/SX0kpkbH0vI/AAAAAAAAABI/O7lVdUvUQdQ/s1600-h/caballo+en+tilcara.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsqyItAevfU/SX0kpkbH0vI/AAAAAAAAABI/O7lVdUvUQdQ/s200/caballo+en+tilcara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429033428243186" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899104394484977364-3247670831540730513?l=piniflowersss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03279366736444509395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899104394484977364.post-12257336735366197492009-01-25T18:46:00.001-08:002009-01-25T18:47:03.264-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsqyItAevfU/SX0kFnlnYvI/AAAAAAAAABA/VKjV6-DtH4U/s1600-h/higuera+CHICA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsqyItAevfU/SX0kFnlnYvI/AAAAAAAAABA/VKjV6-DtH4U/s200/higuera+CHICA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295428415802270450" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899104394484977364-1225733673536619749?l=piniflowersss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03279366736444509395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899104394484977364.post-38937118829987262122009-01-25T18:40:00.000-08:002009-01-25T18:41:15.236-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899104394484977364-3893711882998726212?l=piniflowersss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03279366736444509395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899104394484977364.post-88358671361614478562009-01-25T18:35:00.000-08:002009-01-25T18:37:33.843-08:00Las dulces palabras<br />Transitan el océano de las casualidades…<br /><br /><br />Las casualidades no existen<br />Y tus palabras son tan reales.<br /><br />Galimatías<br />Desordenes mentales.<br /><br />Unas manos juegan en desiertos intransitables<br />El vicio en el aire,<br />Orgasmos contenidos,<br />Los cuerpos se agitan, y desagitan en constante ritmo invisible.<br />El capricho de un niño esclavo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899104394484977364-8835867136161447856?l=piniflowersss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03279366736444509395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899104394484977364.post-24464178485224240922008-11-26T16:16:00.000-08:002008-11-26T16:20:04.715-08:00A la zaga de escena sucede mi mundo.<br /><br />Detrás, oculto…<br />Se disputan las más crueles batallas;<br />Se ejecutan amores, por milésimos errores.<br />Se lidian venganzas;<br />Se confeccionan satisfacciones<br /><br />.De culata a las circunstancias transcurre mi mundo.<br />Clandestino, furtivo…perspicaz.<br />El vuelo fugitivo de un ave soñadora.<br /> La amplitud exacta para mi supervivencia ilusa.<br />Mi resistencia.<br /><br /><br />desde mi...buenas energias!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899104394484977364-2446417848522424092?l=piniflowersss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03279366736444509395noreply@blogger.com0