tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37890745731066301212024-03-14T00:59:48.892-07:00trece mesesAequam memento rebus in arduis servare mentemmarisa olíashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878578800665812430noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3789074573106630121.post-48734556018061915552011-03-07T09:32:00.000-08:002011-03-07T09:36:57.299-08:00ACTO DE FE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiFgLL24AEvZe1B0MGw-BGICWjctgo-sszOShHuG-1dUpkfTU_aVBBOUVEWyYvBXkRYW903vUkGZ2IMXJrgfCHz356eTlq40dtr6p3UOv8zel7N7B5QIzHCPsWXqnzpp7XunsN8VupTQ/s1600/felipe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiFgLL24AEvZe1B0MGw-BGICWjctgo-sszOShHuG-1dUpkfTU_aVBBOUVEWyYvBXkRYW903vUkGZ2IMXJrgfCHz356eTlq40dtr6p3UOv8zel7N7B5QIzHCPsWXqnzpp7XunsN8VupTQ/s320/felipe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581392826752759570" /></a>marisa olíashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878578800665812430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3789074573106630121.post-44427653675124799452011-03-06T04:49:00.000-08:002011-03-06T04:55:23.518-08:00<img src="http://www.seferguer.com/fotos/thumbnails/papadelta_230x230.jpg" /><div><br /></div><div>"PAPA DELTA" y una copa de vino. Combinación extraña que este domingo debería bastar. El vino es fuerte, bueno, como todo lo que añoro por perdido o lejano. Las "PAPA DELTA", prescindibles. Como mi vida.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>marisa olíashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878578800665812430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3789074573106630121.post-72548413052083010472011-03-05T01:11:00.000-08:002011-03-05T01:18:47.979-08:00UNO DE OCHENTA<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfhXLboe8PSR2PmMrD4-nvcnJ-mJKpKZOo5z9paM3AsBKPZSoQb99Xg9pdr0uEQVJqohde12DaOJROxCfFfyeeZV4kkqkfCXXfXeQAb1znLxuTDfCBU2jt_Iw4kg23YZqwN-K-7Hcv7g/s1600/zana.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfhXLboe8PSR2PmMrD4-nvcnJ-mJKpKZOo5z9paM3AsBKPZSoQb99Xg9pdr0uEQVJqohde12DaOJROxCfFfyeeZV4kkqkfCXXfXeQAb1znLxuTDfCBU2jt_Iw4kg23YZqwN-K-7Hcv7g/s320/zana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580521899862473922" /></a><p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span ><span ><span ><b>...Y soñé que hasta las dulces y rugosas zanahorias se besaban. Dos luciérnagas sostenían el misterio.</b></span></span></span></p> <p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span > <span ><span ><b>Amor vegetal con olor a tierra, a noche, a humedad, a semen de hortaliza, a jadeo.</b></span></span></span></p> <p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span ><span ><span ><b>Desde aquel día, como, mato, digiero zanahorias.</b></span></span></span></p> <p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><span ><span ><span ><b>Por pura envidia.</b></span></span></span></p> <p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p> <p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p> <p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"><br /></p>marisa olíashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878578800665812430noreply@blogger.com0