tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63430140584548083392011-12-13T16:20:28.227-08:00Salvo indicación en contrario, todo es de mi autoría. Está bajo licencia Creative Commons 2.5.poetreeleafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01598492822653870167noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343014058454808339.post-89720004177957034152011-12-13T16:17:00.001-08:002011-12-13T16:20:28.235-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFqACbk1c8E/TufrOB2mGOI/AAAAAAAADlY/XaZVxBxZW84/s1600/brahma.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFqACbk1c8E/TufrOB2mGOI/AAAAAAAADlY/XaZVxBxZW84/s320/brahma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685771680826661090" /></a><br />De mi costado nace tu fiera<br />-los dientes y las garras de la hambruna-<br />pobrecita de vos<br />llamándome<br />bramando<br />La luna llena te puebla de gargantas el sexo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343014058454808339-8972000417795703415?l=poetreeleaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetreeleafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01598492822653870167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343014058454808339.post-48761034731652039252011-11-22T06:21:00.000-08:002011-11-22T06:25:03.917-08:00<p></p><br><br />Un poema de varios años, recreado en video.<br /><p></p><br><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ief0laie7JM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><p></p><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343014058454808339-4876103473165203925?l=poetreeleaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetreeleafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01598492822653870167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343014058454808339.post-90636038075147225032011-11-21T07:39:00.001-08:002011-11-21T07:42:55.009-08:00<p></p><br><br />Que venga con vos<br />o que venga solita<br />pero que vuelva pronto pa´ su casita<br />Pedacitos de alma<br />que fueron quedando<br />entre tus dientes como sonrisa<br />sobre tus manos<br />como caricia<br />entre tus labios<br />en el amor<br />Vuelvan a casa<br />ya sin dolor.<br /><p></p><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343014058454808339-9063603807514722503?l=poetreeleaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetreeleafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01598492822653870167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343014058454808339.post-69660780431055628192011-11-21T07:35:00.000-08:002011-11-21T07:43:16.440-08:00<p></p><br><br />Esa niñita herida<br />busca su rostro una y otra vez<br />Rompe<br />lastima<br />y se lleva la mano a la boca<br />Como si el dolor pudiera saborearse.<br /><p></p><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343014058454808339-6966078043105562819?l=poetreeleaf.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>poetreeleafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01598492822653870167noreply@blogger.com0