<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:14:30.072-03:00</updated><category term='Royal de luxe'/><category term='POÉTICA'/><category term='DISEÑOS'/><category term='rinoceronte'/><category term='rinoceronte escondido'/><category term='animación tokyoplastic'/><title type='text'>[H]antología</title><subtitle type='html'>La palabra asediada por fantasmas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-8126489461062222001</id><published>2010-06-01T02:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T02:02:10.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Velismeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote cite="https://twitter.com/"&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;La expresión latina "cave canem" significa cuidado con el perro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión latina "lapsus linguae" significa equivocación al hablar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El leitmotiv es el motivo principal. Es el tema básico y recurrente en una composición musical o literaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión latina "bona fide" significa de buena fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión francesa "comme il faut" significa como es debido, como debe ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión latina "traduttore, traditore" significa que toda traducción forzosamente traiciona el pensamiento del autor original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión latina "verbi gratia" significa por ejemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El cinismo es la desvergüenza en el mentir; esta palabra no se debe confundir con hipocresía, que es el fingimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Hablar despacio significa hablar lentamente. Cuando se pide a alguien que baje la voz, hay que decirle que lo haga en voz más baja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La injuria es el agravio, el ultraje, el insulto. No es lo mismo que la calumnia, que es la difamación o la mentira intencionada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El quejoso es el se queja de otra persona. El quejicoso es el que se queja demasiado, y la mayoría de las veces sin causa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El sabiondo es el que presume de sabio. El sapientísimo es el que realmente sabe mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;                            &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión latina "ex aequo" significa en pie de igualdad. Se usa cuando dos personas comparten un premio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Enlabiar es seducir, engañar, atraer con palabras dulces y promesas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Un vademécum es un libro de fácil manejo que contiene los datos esenciales de una disciplina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;                            &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La testuz o el testuz, en algunos animales, es la parte superior y posterior de la cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Palmarés es la lista de vencedores en una competencia. Su plural es palmareses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Pelicano (sin tilde) significa de pelo cano y pelícano (con tilde) es un ave acuática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El jingoísmo es la patriotería exacerbada que propugna una política agresiva y belicosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Commodities significa materias primas y productos básicos objetos de negociación en las bolsas de productos. Plural de commodity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;En Chile a los protestante se les llama canutos, en recuerdo de Juan Bautista Canut de Bon, pastor evangélico que llegó a Chile en 1871.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La voz francesa chic nació del apellido del pintor francés André Chique, quien se distinguió por el refinamiento de sus trabajos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La ignorancia supina es la de quienes no hacen ni el más mínimo esfuerzo para superarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Los adivinos romanos llamaban templum a la zona del cielo que miraban para consultar. Así nació contemplar, sinónimo de mirar detenidamente.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Anfitrión fue un rey de Tirinto, en el Peloponeso; se caracterizó porque atendía extraordinariamente bien a sus invitados en los banquetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El despectivo de médico es medicastro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Libido es palabra grave terminada en vocal. No se tilda. No confundir con lívido, que es voz esdrújula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Dínamo es palabra femenina. Se dice la dínamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Champán y champaña son sustantivos masculinos. Se dice el champán y el champaña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El bofe es el pulmón. Este sustantivo se usa preferentemente para referirse al pulmón de los animales destinados al consumo.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Mayday es la señal de socorro internacional. Se adaptó de la expresión francesa "m'aidez" que significa ayúdeme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La voz matute nació de matutino, porque antiguamente el contrabando se hacía en las primeras horas de la mañana, con poca vigilancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;En hebreo, el nombre Satanás significa el adversario, el enemigo, el calumniador. Es el demonio que trató de tentar a Jesús en el desierto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Matías fue el apóstol que ocupó el lugar de Judas, para que así se mantuviera el número doce, correspondiente a las doce tribus de Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El Monte Calvario se llama así porque tiene forma de calavera. La voz latina "calvaria", significa calavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La palabra orate originalmente significaba visionario. Más tarde se agregó la idea de ver ficciones propias de un alucinado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El vocablo canalla originalmente significaba conjunto de perros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Tirano originalmente significaba rey, soberano. Por los abusos de algunos de ellos, esta palabra se convirtió en sinónimo de opresor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La palabra avatar significa vicisitud, cambio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La palabra lapidario significa conciso y solemne, digno de ser grabado en una lápida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La palabra prolijo también significa muy extenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Insisto, la palabra detentar significa usurpar, no ejercer, como la usan equivocadamente La Tercera y La segunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vía &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/velismeza"&gt;twitter.com/velismeza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-8126489461062222001?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8126489461062222001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=8126489461062222001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/8126489461062222001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/8126489461062222001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2010/06/velismeza.html' title='Velismeza'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-5715546604735327630</id><published>2010-05-30T19:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:02:19.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter / Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote cite="https://twitter.com/"&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;La expresión latina "cave canem" significa cuidado con el perro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión latina "lapsus linguae" significa equivocación al hablar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El leitmotiv es el motivo principal. Es el tema básico y recurrente en una composición musical o literaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión latina "bona fide" significa de buena fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión francesa "comme il faut" significa como es debido, como debe ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión latina "traduttore, traditore" significa que toda traducción forzosamente traiciona el pensamiento del autor original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La expresión latina "verbi gratia" significa por ejemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El cinismo es la desvergüenza en el mentir; esta palabra no se debe confundir con hipocresía, que es el fingimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Hablar despacio significa hablar lentamente. Cuando se pide a alguien que baje la voz, hay que decirle que lo haga en voz más baja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;La injuria es el agravio, el ultraje, el insulto. No es lo mismo que la calumnia, que es la difamación o la mentira intencionada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El quejoso es el se queja de otra persona. El quejicoso es el que se queja demasiado, y la mayoría de las veces sin causa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;El sabiondo es el que presume de sabio. 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return false;" title="Bookmark using any bookmark manager!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="125" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button1-bm.gif" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebro las desolaciones&lt;br /&gt;Despojos sin distrito&lt;br /&gt;Lo que fue ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Persiste siendo mugre en la cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde fue una puerta&lt;br /&gt;Surge desgarrado el aire&lt;br /&gt;Y aves guindan del aliento llagado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro la boca hacia lo alto&lt;br /&gt;Y trago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumor patria&lt;br /&gt;Pulsa en un costado del vientre&lt;br /&gt;En los dominios de la ira extirpado&lt;br /&gt;Soberbia uterina que crea y cría&lt;br /&gt;A mis niños vaciados&lt;br /&gt;Hambrientos&lt;br /&gt;Pestilentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crías voraces&lt;br /&gt;Infecten el paraíso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-2904379123993940106?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2904379123993940106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=2904379123993940106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/2904379123993940106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/2904379123993940106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2008/03/parto-celebro-las-desolaciones-despojos.html' title=''/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-2229257364032490409</id><published>2007-11-05T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:57:49.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ATENTADO POÉTICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/Ry6S05Vb1wI/AAAAAAAAABU/tPgIM_ee-Xc/s1600-h/afiche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/Ry6S05Vb1wI/AAAAAAAAABU/tPgIM_ee-Xc/s320/afiche.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129198463063152386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festival Artístico-Cultural&lt;br /&gt;7,8 y 9 de Noviembre:&lt;br /&gt;A partir de las 18:00 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;Escuela de Ingeniería U. de Chile&lt;br /&gt;Hall Sur Beaucheff 850&lt;br /&gt;(Metro Parque O’Higgins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro&lt;br /&gt;Danza (del vientre, tango y moderna)&lt;br /&gt;Opera (canto renacentista y medieval)&lt;br /&gt;Café Concert&lt;br /&gt;Folklore&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;Otras Sorpresas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrada liberada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organiza SPA (http://www.poetasanonimos.cl) y Cei 2007 (Centro de Estudiantes de Ingeniería U. Chile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nocaine lee el miercoles 7 a las 19:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-2229257364032490409?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2229257364032490409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=2229257364032490409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/2229257364032490409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/2229257364032490409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='ATENTADO POÉTICO'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/Ry6S05Vb1wI/AAAAAAAAABU/tPgIM_ee-Xc/s72-c/afiche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-7762630802326400889</id><published>2007-10-03T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:14:36.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/1461362286/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1002/1461362286_398e5f9a0e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/1461362286/"&gt;Hidden&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nocaine/"&gt;nocaine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	:::TUUMBADO:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oculto&lt;br /&gt;tras ausencias &lt;br /&gt;con olor a tierra húmeda &lt;br /&gt;estoy latido subterráneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y estoy en el señuelo displicente&lt;br /&gt;en el vahido inconstante&lt;br /&gt;limandome los dientes&lt;br /&gt;para cuando tenga que morder mi lengua.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-7762630802326400889?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7762630802326400889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=7762630802326400889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/7762630802326400889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/7762630802326400889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/hidden.html' title='Hidden'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1002/1461362286_398e5f9a0e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-1294828273531353182</id><published>2007-09-29T21:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:49:26.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Errar errando</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/1364970832/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1007/1364970832_187040e99e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/1364970832/"&gt;walking around at Valparaíso, Chile&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nocaine/"&gt;nocaine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	La idea es perderse, vagar por calles laberínticas, imaginar las mil historias trás una ventana, respirar la infinita gama de olores, palpar las texturas, atizar la promiscuidad el ojo, y la boca presta a devorar los sabores escondidos. Hay que ser como Le Flâneur de Baudelaire, el paseante que recorre y activa las ciudades, el que sostiene la experiencia y luego la relata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vagando por los cerros de Valparaíso un día lluvioso)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-1294828273531353182?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1294828273531353182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=1294828273531353182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/1294828273531353182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/1294828273531353182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/errar-errando.html' title='Errar errando'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1007/1364970832_187040e99e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-3030350840034486663</id><published>2007-09-03T07:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:56:19.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in the forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/1308986915/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1194/1308986915_a9a3fb7ee2.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/1308986915/"&gt;in the forest&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nocaine/"&gt;nocaine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	A veces sueño, todavía. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se encuentra ud extraviado en el claro de un bosque. Al parecer llueve, y como si fuese tinta las gotas lo desdibujan, se escurre ud dentro de la tierra y sus cauces.&lt;br /&gt;Pudrese su carne viscosa, adquiere lentamente el tinte del moho... lo disfruta.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendió por instinto los senderos internos de todo el sistema, mutó en la savia envenenada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde su nueva inmovilidad febril parece comprenderlo todo por primera vez...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-3030350840034486663?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3030350840034486663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=3030350840034486663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-2848142948857493935</id><published>2007-07-08T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:21:12.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suturas lo herido&lt;br /&gt;escribes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿y la aguja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pequeñas indolencias :&lt;br /&gt;tintas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la puntada&lt;br /&gt;el párpado que guía&lt;br /&gt;me palpita&lt;br /&gt;me palpita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las líneas tartamudas&lt;br /&gt;convergen en el túnel&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;ella escapó&lt;br /&gt;quiso creer&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las arenas esparcidas&lt;br /&gt;y el terciopelo rasgado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-2848142948857493935?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-5733836086318724211</id><published>2007-06-19T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:19:30.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EL OJO (mosaic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/572701028/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1368/572701028_2490d20d4f.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/572701028/"&gt;EL OJO (mosaic)&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nocaine/"&gt;nocaine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	1. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/24598928/"&gt;::: EMPTY CAGES :::&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/24599520/"&gt;::: The Wall :::&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/29833458/"&gt;::: EMPTY CAGES :::&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/29357261/"&gt;::: Polvorín :::&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/24599093/"&gt;:: Bondage Sky ::&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/24598820/"&gt;::: EMPTY CAGES :::&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/24597950/"&gt;::: EMPTY CAGES :::&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/24597811/"&gt;:: Empty Cages ::&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/24597756/"&gt;:: Empty Cages ::&lt;/a&gt;, 10. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/24596984/"&gt;::: Polvorín :::&lt;/a&gt;, 11. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38121993/"&gt;::: oh cielos :::&lt;/a&gt;, 12. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38122136/"&gt;::: Let''s Chase the Dragon... :::&lt;/a&gt;, 13. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38122857/"&gt;::: Drunken City :::&lt;/a&gt;, 14. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38123422/"&gt;.:: DER BLAUE REITER ::.&lt;/a&gt;, 15. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38123140/"&gt;:: LIVING WITH GHOSTS ::&lt;/a&gt;, 16. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38123837/"&gt;.:: Siluetas::.&lt;/a&gt;, 17. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38124314/"&gt;.:: BASÍLICA DE LOS SACRAMENTINOS ::.&lt;/a&gt;, 18. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38126609/"&gt;:: URBAN PRAYER ::&lt;/a&gt;, 19. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38135595/"&gt;::: F.O.S.I.L :::&lt;/a&gt;, 20. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38135942/"&gt;::: Light - Heads :::&lt;/a&gt;, 21. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38136130/"&gt;:: Cuestión de tamaño ::&lt;/a&gt;, 22. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38136569/"&gt;:: RUST IN PEACE ::&lt;/a&gt;, 23. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/38137309/"&gt;::: Gaitas borrachas ::&lt;/a&gt;, 24. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/299236189/"&gt;B/W&lt;/a&gt;, 25. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/299236156/"&gt;B/W&lt;/a&gt;, 26. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/299236121/"&gt;woof&lt;/a&gt;, 27. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/304027289/"&gt;Las ciudades invisibles.&lt;/a&gt;, 28. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/304036271/"&gt;Las ciudades invisibles 2.&lt;/a&gt;, 29. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/304036444/"&gt;Las ciudades invisibles 3.&lt;/a&gt;, 30. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/304036614/"&gt;Las ciudades invisibles 4.&lt;/a&gt;, 31. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/309117735/"&gt;Ex-Carcel de Valparaíso (2004)&lt;/a&gt;, 32. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/309117164/"&gt;Polvorín Ex-Carcel de Valparaíso (2004)&lt;/a&gt;, 33. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/454907791/"&gt;Stgo Centro&lt;/a&gt;, 34. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/454907561/"&gt;Catedral&lt;/a&gt;, 35. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/454907287/"&gt;Catedral de Santiago de Chile&lt;/a&gt;, 36. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61457237@N00/454892556/"&gt;Catedral&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/"&gt;fd's Flickr Toys&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-5733836086318724211?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5733836086318724211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=5733836086318724211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/5733836086318724211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/5733836086318724211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-ojo-mosaic.html' title='EL OJO (mosaic)'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1368/572701028_2490d20d4f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-5404244506479649363</id><published>2007-06-19T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:42:04.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:::Visión:::</title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De entre las páginas&lt;br /&gt;-una noche espesa-&lt;br /&gt;se resbala la escena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pequeña sigilosa&lt;br /&gt;la ulcera en la postal&lt;br /&gt;solemne bisbisea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"e l f u l g o r&lt;br /&gt;......................... s e a c e r c a"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dios era el desliz trás la opacidad)&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serpenteas de vuelta a la noche&lt;br /&gt;al dorso flamas frescas&lt;br /&gt;la piel que se consume&lt;br /&gt;es el gozo del desvelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora el suelo tibio&lt;br /&gt;lame tu espalda ardiente&lt;br /&gt;tu lengua enhiesta&lt;br /&gt;trasgrede al paraíso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aridez abyecta&lt;br /&gt;sed de infamia convulsa&lt;br /&gt;del martillo sobre el sexo&lt;br /&gt;tierra esteril en que te revuelcas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las canciones&lt;br /&gt;el latido&lt;br /&gt;tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;la voz se va apagando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El fin de todos los tiempos&lt;br /&gt;escondido en el libro&lt;br /&gt;una noche espesa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-5404244506479649363?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fotolog.com/nocaine02/' title=':::Visión:::'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5404244506479649363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=5404244506479649363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/5404244506479649363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/5404244506479649363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/06/visin.html' title=':::Visión:::'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-7859088399774152010</id><published>2007-06-14T17:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:13:17.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MALDOROR, maldoror... donde estás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/profilewidget/group/random/000000/ffffff/361573@N24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/profilewidget/group/random/000000/ffffff/361573@N24.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/549105359/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1025/549105359_1450f061cb.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/549105359/"&gt;MALDOROR&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nocaine/"&gt;nocaine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; Maldoror , maldoror...  donde estás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He creado recientemente un grupo en Flickr para agrupar fotografias y trabajos gráficos referentes a Lautréamont y "Los cantos de Maldoror"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-7859088399774152010?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7859088399774152010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-5473020380860300855</id><published>2007-06-05T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:55:34.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>:::OBsesión :::</title><content type='html'>Para que digan que duele&lt;br /&gt;como si doliera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como si al doler dijera&lt;br /&gt;lo que el decir no sufre&lt;br /&gt;y se me inventa&lt;br /&gt;de colores extraños, se me inventa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cae como gotera&lt;br /&gt;cae como gotera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del arbol de la sangre&lt;br /&gt;hice leña&lt;br /&gt;cae como gotera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del árbol, cae&lt;br /&gt;como si al caer pudiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cae como gotera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ya es mancha&lt;br /&gt;ronronea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que al caer gotea&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo y la conciencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como si raspando&lt;br /&gt;como si cortando&lt;br /&gt;y al gotear cayera&lt;br /&gt;y al caer creyera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se me escapa escapando&lt;br /&gt;como el bostezo&lt;br /&gt;el abrazo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re/crea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monstruo&lt;br /&gt;falso&lt;br /&gt;paria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barro y mugre&lt;br /&gt;                           te moldeas&lt;br /&gt;a imagen de la imagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que la hieras&lt;br /&gt;como si importara&lt;br /&gt;como si temiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-5473020380860300855?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5473020380860300855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=5473020380860300855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/5473020380860300855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/5473020380860300855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/06/obsesin.html' title=':::OBsesión :::'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Get yours at bighugelabs.com/flickr" title="Royal de Luxe: El rinoceronte escondido (Chile2007). Get yours at bighugelabs.com/flickr" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Un espacio para documentar y agrupar fotografias de la Performance&lt;br /&gt;de la compañia Royal de Luxe, llamado "El rinoceronte escondido".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-3111154975903130761?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://flickr.com/groups/rinoceronte_escondido/' title='Royal de Luxe: El rinoceronte escondido'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3111154975903130761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=3111154975903130761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/3111154975903130761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/3111154975903130761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/04/royal-de-luxe-el-rinoceronte-escondido.html' title='Royal de Luxe: El rinoceronte escondido'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-7032884165368111325</id><published>2007-04-18T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:35:33.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catedral</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/454907561/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/234/454907561_6ea2dcdd9d.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/454907561/"&gt;Catedral&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nocaine/"&gt;nocaine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	"Una pila de rocas deja de ser una roca cuando alguien la contempla con la idea de que es una catedral"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-7032884165368111325?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7032884165368111325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=7032884165368111325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/7032884165368111325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/7032884165368111325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/04/catedral.html' title='Catedral'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/234/454907561_6ea2dcdd9d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-1648287263615464672</id><published>2007-04-18T13:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:32:41.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catedral de Santiago de Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/454907287/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/454907287_afc6793afa.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/454907287/"&gt;Catedral de Santiago de Chile&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nocaine/"&gt;nocaine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	"Pero se equivoca el que crea un orden de superficie, sin dominar desde una altura suficiente para descubrir el templo, el navío o el amor y, en lugar de un orden verdadero, funda una disciplina de gendarmes donde cada uno tira en el mismo sentido y adelanta el  mismo paso. Porque si cada uno de tus súbditos semeja al otro, no has logrado la unidad; pues mil columnas idénticas no crean sino un estúpido efecto de espejos y no un templo. Y la perfección de tu diligencia sería, respecto a esos mil súbditos, exterminar a todos exceptuando uno.&lt;br /&gt;El orden verdadero es el templo. Movimiento del corazón del arquitecto, que anuda como una raíz la diversidad de los materiales y que exige para ser uno, durable y potente, esa misma diversidad. No se trata de ofuscarte porque uno difiera del otro, porque las aspiraciones de uno se opongan a las del otro, porque el lenguaje de uno no sea el lenguaje del otro; se trata de alegrarte de ello ya que si eres creador, construirás un templo de portada más alta, que será su común medida. Pero llamo ciego al que se imagina crear cuando desmonta la catedral y alinea las piedras en orden, por rango de talla, una después de la otra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Exupéry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-1648287263615464672?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1648287263615464672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=1648287263615464672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/1648287263615464672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/1648287263615464672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/04/catedral-de-santiago-de-chile_18.html' title='Catedral de Santiago de Chile'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/454907287_afc6793afa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-7536367222013626085</id><published>2007-04-18T13:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:14:21.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>INVERSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/454892556/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/454892556_d9a43e78b1.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/454892556/"&gt;Catedral&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nocaine/"&gt;nocaine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; ::: INVERSO:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantener la piedra suspendida&lt;br /&gt;en constante tensión con el suelo&lt;br /&gt;para poder jugar en los intersticios&lt;br /&gt;entrego alegremente la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sentir&lt;br /&gt;el golpe en la sien, la fractura en el cráneo,&lt;br /&gt;el lóbulo machacado, las ideas aplastadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrogante materia, orgullosa y ciega&lt;br /&gt;tan segura de tu densidad&lt;br /&gt;que no te reconoces espectral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es de tu sombra de quien me cuelgo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-7536367222013626085?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7536367222013626085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=7536367222013626085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/7536367222013626085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/7536367222013626085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2007/04/inverso.html' title='INVERSO'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/454892556_d9a43e78b1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-2688722020757730849</id><published>2006-11-19T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:14:15.938-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animación tokyoplastic'/><title type='text'>TOKYOPLASTIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cpluv.com/www/medias/Sooz/Sooz_455c187b1ad46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cpluv.com/www/medias/Sooz/Sooz_455c187b1ad46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Acabo de encontrar una nueva animación de la Gente de &lt;span&gt;Tokyoplastic&lt;/span&gt;, esta vez es una animación en 3d y no en flash.. Al parecer es para una campaña de Zune. Personajes amorfos ,un tanto fálicos , ojos y humor.&lt;br/&gt;Se puede bajar el video ( oohh síííííí ) haciendo click &lt;a href="https://www.zune-arts.net/download.aspx?asset=eyes&amp;type=video&amp;version=1"&gt;aquí (11.5 MB)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Acá los links a otras animaciones de &lt;span&gt;Tokyoplastic &lt;/span&gt;en flash.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tokyoplastic.com/JD.html"&gt;The Little Fella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tokyoplastic.com/opera.html"&gt;Opera dude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-2688722020757730849?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tokyoplastic.com/' title='TOKYOPLASTIC'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2688722020757730849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=2688722020757730849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/2688722020757730849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/2688722020757730849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2006/11/tokyoplastic.html' title='TOKYOPLASTIC'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-116336879075908441</id><published>2006-11-12T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:40:31.366-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DISEÑOS'/><title type='text'>Invitación Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/295725863/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/108/295725863_591a1eb3d4_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nocaine/295725863/"&gt;Invitación Recital&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/nocaine/"&gt;nocaine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-116336879075908441?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/116336879075908441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=116336879075908441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/116336879075908441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/116336879075908441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2006/11/invitacin-recital.html' title='Invitación Recital'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-114773924755719455</id><published>2003-08-03T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:40:29.059-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>:: divertimiento ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/momenti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/320/momenti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blanda es la mancha sobre el muro&lt;br /&gt;de piedras cortadas angulosas&lt;br /&gt;y los gritos atrapados en las aristas&lt;br /&gt;del fragmento inconsciente de su incompletitud&lt;br /&gt;ha de ho(rad)ar la sangre del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;deforme en su afán de ser horas&lt;br /&gt;y no vendrá a la ventana el trueno&lt;br /&gt;hasta que se seque el olvido en su laxitud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seguir rumiando inquinas&lt;br /&gt;que alejen al cuerpo de su herida&lt;br /&gt;lamiendo la boca sanguinolenta&lt;br /&gt;por culpa de un beso voraz&lt;br /&gt;en los labios del poliedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(improvisación...agosto 2003)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-114773924755719455?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/114773924755719455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=114773924755719455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114773924755719455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114773924755719455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2003/08/divertimiento.html' title=':: divertimiento ::'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-114774937773694631</id><published>2003-05-03T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:40:29.718-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>:: nautilus ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/nautillus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/320/nautillus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;voz impostora &lt;br/&gt;cada vez que dijo yo &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;no es voz &lt;br/&gt;escritura falseada &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;el camaleón &lt;br/&gt;identidad en el tránsito &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;deja escurrir &lt;br/&gt;la viscosidad fantasmal &lt;br/&gt;como huella argentina &lt;br/&gt;en pasto seco&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(nocaine 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-114774937773694631?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/114774937773694631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=114774937773694631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114774937773694631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114774937773694631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2003/05/nautilus.html' title=':: nautilus ::'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-114773162287797093</id><published>2002-05-15T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:40:28.895-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>:: NADAR ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/lluviaweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/320/lluviaweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cría harapienta desdeñada por la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;entrañada en piedra que no admite su materia,&lt;br /&gt;no conocen sus venas la ignominia de la sangre.&lt;br /&gt;Su linaje de armaduras vacías&lt;br /&gt;y manos asesinas de dioses-hormigas&lt;br /&gt;delira con la carne que soporte la herida.&lt;br /&gt;En sus rotos labios inexistentes sostiene a porfía el nombre&lt;br /&gt;Pero he aquí el gusano,&lt;br /&gt;que espera hambriento la caída de Nadía en el tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;y en bostezos que absorben todas las muerte&lt;br /&gt;establece la medida de este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(nocaine diciembre 2002)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-114773162287797093?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-114775220472505833</id><published>2002-05-09T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:40:30.091-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>:: NADÍA ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/waiting-godot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/320/waiting-godot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ésta laxa muerte &lt;br/&gt;que está en nadía &lt;br/&gt;que es espera &lt;br/&gt;fuera de dios&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(nocaine 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-114775220472505833?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/114775220472505833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=114775220472505833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114775220472505833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114775220472505833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2002/05/nada.html' title=':: NADÍA ::'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-114775041742483574</id><published>2002-05-03T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:40:29.911-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>:: re-criminación ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/OJO%202a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/320/OJO%202a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Madres del ojo que VE &lt;br/&gt;en los cielos &lt;br/&gt;bajo los infiernos &lt;br/&gt;mas alla de lo que el espejo devuelve &lt;br/&gt;denme un beso de buenas noches &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(el cuchillo oculto tras la espalda)...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(nocaine 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-114775041742483574?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/114775041742483574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=114775041742483574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114775041742483574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114775041742483574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2002/05/re-criminacin.html' title=':: re-criminación ::'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-114773149337497747</id><published>2002-05-01T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:40:28.694-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>:: SISIFO ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/sisifo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/sisifo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando&lt;br /&gt;agotado todos los silencios&lt;br /&gt;en los páramos yertos del vacío,&lt;br /&gt;la sangre inflamada de un ángel furioso&lt;br /&gt;se deleita en herir los adormecidos corazones&lt;br /&gt;en la apostasía del escepticismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquel alado oprobio de la existencia&lt;br /&gt;no supo transmutar vida en realidad&lt;br /&gt;sino que valiéndose de la savia escarlata&lt;br /&gt;de los hombres a los cuales quiso asemejarse,&lt;br /&gt;la derramo al convertirse, de su sombra, el asesino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No conseguiste nunca olvidar&lt;br /&gt;el que estabas fuera de la idea...&lt;br /&gt;Lo que el hombre demora en vivir&lt;br /&gt;lo ocupaste en escribir tu abdicación del ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz que encandeces en ese "otro lugar"&lt;br /&gt;en donde bestia y ángel colonizan espacios imaginarios&lt;br /&gt;en donde los relojes marcan todos horas distintas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en donde la poesía se escribe con cuchillos y espadas,&lt;br /&gt;con parricidios y suicidios, con vicios sublimes y virtudes enlodadas,&lt;br /&gt;con el sexo expuesto y lubricado, animal consumido por el deseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las notas de suicidios siempre se re-escriben una y otra vez...&lt;br /&gt;siempre queda algo inconcluso, una vida, un poema, un error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(nocaine 2002)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-114773149337497747?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/114773149337497747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=114773149337497747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114773149337497747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114773149337497747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/2002/05/sisifo.html' title=':: SISIFO ::'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-114774766857484223</id><published>1998-05-15T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:40:29.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>:: tic tac tic tac! ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/reloj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/320/reloj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegado, a esta hora, justo a tiempo&lt;br /&gt;casi me retraso, pero ya estoy aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esta hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nos es distinta a la hora de los otros,&lt;br /&gt;si no fuera por ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que es en esta hora&lt;br /&gt;cuando justamente,&lt;br /&gt;los otros&lt;br /&gt;han sido suspendidos&lt;br /&gt;y el perfume característico de esta hora&lt;br /&gt;es el resultado del acrisolamiento&lt;br /&gt;de todas las horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que hasta este momento habían sido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y de aquellas que este momento serían de no ser esta hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi reloj me es inverosímil&lt;br /&gt;tampoco es una hora imaginaria&lt;br /&gt;pues desde que no soy a esta hora&lt;br /&gt;he perdido el don de la imaginación&lt;br /&gt;o imagen-acción... (me confundo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solía ser imagen-activo&lt;br /&gt;en aquellas horas en que solía ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero es esta hora,&lt;br /&gt;cuando ya he dejado de ser,&lt;br /&gt;que todos los recuerdos de una existencia confinada se agolpan en una&lt;br /&gt;lata de conserva para servírseme de postre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(nocaine 1998)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-114774766857484223?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/114774766857484223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=114774766857484223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114774766857484223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114774766857484223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/1998/05/tic-tac-tic-tac.html' title=':: tic tac tic tac! ::'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3587121.post-114774056405080087</id><published>1996-05-03T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:40:29.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POÉTICA'/><title type='text'>:: A mi querida asesina ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/asesina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4976/86/1600/asesina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternidad en unidad con la sangre;&lt;br /&gt;no puede separarlo el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;no puede el olvido olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;no verlo quien ciego estuvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta fría cárcel de marfil,&lt;br /&gt;¡ARDE POR DENTRO,&lt;br /&gt;con el fuego de los asesinos !&lt;br /&gt;entre la oscuridad del día&lt;br /&gt;bajo el resplandor de la noche&lt;br /&gt;matar y ser muerto,&lt;br /&gt;amar y ser amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando el compromiso mudo&lt;br /&gt;que existe entre el asesino y su víctima&lt;br /&gt;y una vida&lt;br /&gt;en la muerte, ahuyentar a ésta,&lt;br /&gt;formar parte de ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Gritamos en el vacío tratando de traspasar!&lt;br /&gt;un desesperado intento por vaciarnos,&lt;br /&gt;absorbemos más con cada grito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy ajeno a la palabra&lt;br /&gt;pero la sangre hierve&lt;br /&gt;...negra y de fuego&lt;br /&gt;derramada en ti&lt;br /&gt;como voz sobre el infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no busco morir sino por tus manos,&lt;br /&gt;hasta que sean tus manos&lt;br /&gt;¿instrumentos de apropiación?&lt;br /&gt;rodeándome el cuello&lt;br /&gt;dejándome completo&lt;br /&gt;absorbiendo el simulacro&lt;br /&gt;de lo que falseo por alma&lt;br /&gt;cuando tu ira traspasa mi piel&lt;br /&gt;y mi sangre te quema.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;entonces se re-establecerá el Uni-Verso&lt;br /&gt;y en una risa&lt;br /&gt;que ríe&lt;br /&gt;¡¡DEVORAREMOS AL COSMOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos dispersos&lt;br /&gt;y tu recuerdo flota como olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de despreciar&lt;br /&gt;con el descaro criminal,&lt;br /&gt;el nombre de los dioses,&lt;br /&gt;el sonido del viento,&lt;br /&gt;la luz del dragón,&lt;br /&gt;el calor de "una verdad",&lt;br /&gt;el paraíso de los necios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡la insignificante inmensidad de todo cuanto existe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y de insultar frente al espejo a:&lt;br /&gt;este fragmento divagante,&lt;br /&gt;este recuerdo de un uno&lt;br /&gt;( esta ausencia de ti )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo a mis aguas profundas&lt;br /&gt;a la dulce tibieza de nada&lt;br /&gt;a esta espera incandescente&lt;br /&gt;tratando de quemar al hielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentare vaciar mis vacíos repletos&lt;br /&gt;pues la sangre vuelve a la sangre&lt;br /&gt;y el fuego es demasiado&lt;br /&gt;para arder en soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el espejo mentirá hasta conocer su reflejo&lt;br /&gt;y ...esta ausencia&lt;br /&gt;e s c u c h a&lt;br /&gt;e l l l a n t o&lt;br /&gt;s i n p e n a&lt;br /&gt;de lo ausente&lt;br /&gt;e n&lt;br /&gt;s i l e n c i o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shhhhhhhhhh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(nocaine 1996)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3587121-114774056405080087?l=nocaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/feeds/114774056405080087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3587121&amp;postID=114774056405080087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114774056405080087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3587121/posts/default/114774056405080087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocaine.blogspot.com/1996/05/mi-querida-asesina.html' title=':: A mi querida asesina ::'/><author><name>José-Luis Ayala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03568091749724089293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BU6MU_HEHls/S7AuGoPnxeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HBhG81iINYo/S220/n736019109_2328.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
