tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54069400767283550652011-07-07T17:20:58.053-07:00Lauranoreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-89746136393023936692008-09-28T13:18:00.000-07:002008-09-28T13:25:20.671-07:00Yo soy yo y tu eres tu.<br />No estoy en esta vida para complacer todas tus expectativas.<br />Y se que tu no estas en este mundo para cumplir las mías.<br />Por eso cuando tu y yo nos encontramos....es hermoso y podemos disfrutarlo.<br />Cuando, a pesar de estar juntos, no nos encontramos....no hay nada que hacer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-8974613639302393669?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-39165797245881243282008-09-24T13:50:00.000-07:002008-09-24T13:53:00.182-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249693617116066754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SNqoh9vWs8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/M_8ebj0z1CA/s320/pies.jpg" width="91" border="0" /><br /><div>si cada vez que vienes me convences</div><br /><div>me abrazas y me hablas de los dos</div><br /><div>y yo siento que no voy</div><br /><div>que el equilibrio es imposible cuando vienes</div><br /><div>y me hablas de nosotros dos</div><br /><div>no te diré que no</div><br /><div>yo te sigo porque creo que en el fondo hay algo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-3916579724588124328?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-75422476627219713512008-06-11T12:56:00.001-07:002008-06-11T13:03:51.442-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SFAvZbTy64I/AAAAAAAAAFo/sC70wZUFesU/s1600-h/sabates2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210716882741685122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SFAvZbTy64I/AAAAAAAAAFo/sC70wZUFesU/s320/sabates2.jpg" width="161" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Y en las horas más oscuras me harás levitar,</div><br /><div>en descuidos crearemos universos....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-7542247662721971351?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-27473599359243447322008-06-05T08:09:00.000-07:002008-06-05T08:10:33.598-07:00en esta noche amarga de vino y reflejos<br />que normalmente sólo son lo que parecen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-2747359935924344732?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-35758384621724513632008-06-04T04:57:00.000-07:002008-06-04T04:59:47.838-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SEaDjroOa4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/SeiLU5QhmmE/s1600-h/giraluna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207994668130659202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SEaDjroOa4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/SeiLU5QhmmE/s320/giraluna.jpg" width="245" border="0" /></a><br /><div>El giraluna dormía de día huyendo del sol,</div><br /><div>el giraluna giraba y miraba de frente a la luna,</div><br /><div>el giraluna con pétalos blancos un día escapó.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>La más alta recompensa,</div><br /><div>palabra de honor,al que encuentre sus semillas negras de impostor.</div><br /><div>Una nota nos dejó: Acabaréis en un jarrón.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>El giraluna con pétalos blancos un día escapó.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>---</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-3575838462172451363?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-36499605901014304762008-05-27T11:51:00.000-07:002008-05-27T11:53:40.036-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SDxYm6C-2dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/B1TN6xYkZdc/s1600-h/chema_madoz_9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205132694773488082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SDxYm6C-2dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/B1TN6xYkZdc/s320/chema_madoz_9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Pero como en los libros de mi infancia</em></div><br /><div><em>siempre elijo la página que me devuelve al mismo lugar.</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-3649960590101430476?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-17500273515782609452008-05-26T06:06:00.001-07:002008-05-26T06:06:44.876-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SDq106C-2cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lE6itWbTVZU/s1600-h/pam91.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204672239919618498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SDq106C-2cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lE6itWbTVZU/s320/pam91.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Recuerdo que te dije:</div><br />Soy un caso extraño.<br /><br />Tan fácil y tan simple<br /><br />y no sé expresarlo.<br /><br /><br />---<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-1750027351578260945?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-81584043782054488022008-05-12T10:39:00.000-07:002008-05-12T10:45:32.147-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SCiCLnWTGgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2VKb7O2LSLg/s1600-h/aigua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199548905851918850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SCiCLnWTGgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2VKb7O2LSLg/s320/aigua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"El deseo trabaja como el viento. Sin esfuerzo aparente. Si encuentra las velas extendidas nos arrastrará a velocidad de vértigo. Si las puertas y contraventanas estan cerradas, golpeará durante un rato en busca de las grietas o ranuras que le permitan filtrarse"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>Saber perder</em>. David Trueba</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-8158404378205448802?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-82427553089028127762008-04-27T14:47:00.000-07:002008-04-27T14:52:40.414-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SBT1kfm8ylI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uzFQvlPMhOU/s1600-h/00110014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194046277573986898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SBT1kfm8ylI/AAAAAAAAAEw/uzFQvlPMhOU/s320/00110014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Y cómo le podría yo explicar </div><br /><div>que la pena dura tanto como quieras tú seguir llorando...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>---</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-8242755308902812776?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-60830400531319792512008-04-22T08:45:00.000-07:002008-04-22T08:50:14.615-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SA4IQqVVhTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/keHbiQBI7r4/s1600-h/0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192096502739469618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/SA4IQqVVhTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/keHbiQBI7r4/s320/0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Si me sacas de este túnel<br />y abres todas las ventanas,<br />saldré para siempre,<br />saldré para siempre, siempre, siempre...<br /><br />Hay colillas en el suelo<br />y nadie quiere limpiarlo.<br />He colgado en las paredes<br />cuadros de calles desiertas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-6083040053131979251?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-5993497877890520682008-04-10T13:25:00.000-07:002008-04-10T13:28:55.147-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R_54Hf3ok8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LZ9SfZ9GMBM/s1600-h/paris.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187715890986652610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R_54Hf3ok8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LZ9SfZ9GMBM/s320/paris.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">...y logré que esta vez los fantasmas pagaran la cuenta...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">aunque creí que nunca más sería capaz de comenzar...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">---</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-599349787789052068?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-82707252121811185672008-04-07T13:30:00.000-07:002008-04-07T13:38:52.293-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R_qGKNObsVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UVhS9GMQc1Y/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186605430777557330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R_qGKNObsVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/UVhS9GMQc1Y/s320/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mirando al techo fijamente</span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">podría sustraerme</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">y separarme de este mundo</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">en un impulso</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Colgado al suelo simplemente</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">manteniendo un rumbo inerte...</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-8270725212181118567?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-39139979793929306072008-03-31T13:36:00.000-07:002008-03-31T13:37:07.469-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R_FLZtObsSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aLpwcB3buoQ/s1600-h/ce-paris-eiffel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184007551089094946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R_FLZtObsSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aLpwcB3buoQ/s320/ce-paris-eiffel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"El pasado, no sólo no es fugaz, es que no se mueve de sitio. Con París pasa lo mismo, jamás ha salido de viaje. Y encima es interminable, no se acaba nunca (...) París siempre vale la pena y uno recibe siempre algo a cambio de lo que ahí deja."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>---</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-3913997979392930607?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-1299546498582233322008-03-25T10:12:00.000-07:002008-03-25T10:14:46.486-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">-Es cierto- dijo melancólicamente el hombre, sin quitar la vista de las llamas que ardían en la chimenea aquella noche de invierno-; en el Paraíso hay amigos, música, algunos libros; lo único malo de irse al Cielo es que allí el cielo no se ve.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>El Paraíso imperfecto, Augusto Monterroso</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-129954649858223332?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-76798193591967983132008-03-22T04:39:00.000-07:002008-03-22T04:41:50.208-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R-TwKdObsQI/AAAAAAAAADg/rfP8s5baRlw/s1600-h/chema_madoz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180529533817434370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R-TwKdObsQI/AAAAAAAAADg/rfP8s5baRlw/s320/chema_madoz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />De nada sirve el manual<br /><br />de vidas infinitas,<br /><br />que no quiero equivocarme,<br /><br />ya no quiero equivocarme...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-7679819359196798313?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-49607461198706754592008-03-11T07:11:00.000-07:002008-03-11T07:18:41.821-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R9aUkkBSyiI/AAAAAAAAADY/kkQU1e3c2N4/s1600-h/Composicion-periodismo_12732.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176488177574267426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R9aUkkBSyiI/AAAAAAAAADY/kkQU1e3c2N4/s320/Composicion-periodismo_12732.jpg" width="121" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R9aUBUBSyhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RftVAIhTty0/s1600-h/ciclo_periodismo.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Todo lo que nos gusta </div><br /><br /><div>nos va a matar mañana...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-4960746119870675459?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-64294517886734930182008-02-28T11:32:00.001-08:002008-02-28T12:32:48.315-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R8cNDr-Ft7I/AAAAAAAAADI/bERAZ1Fka0w/s1600-h/tarde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172117054052218802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R8cNDr-Ft7I/AAAAAAAAADI/bERAZ1Fka0w/s320/tarde.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Però de sobte el sol perfora un gran núvol<br /><br /><div align="center">i la tarda esclata com si fos un matí....</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">:P</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">....</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-6429451788673493018?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-71184515221881812412008-02-21T12:14:00.000-08:002008-02-21T12:24:08.673-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R73cKb-Ft3I/AAAAAAAAACk/M3718Oy9L4g/s1600-h/pedrera-arte-redes-com-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169530019156178802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R73cKb-Ft3I/AAAAAAAAACk/M3718Oy9L4g/s320/pedrera-arte-redes-com-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Que esto es un paseo, como los de antes, </div><br /><br /><div>donde nadie se busca, nadie quiere encontrarse. </div><br /><br /><div>Que todo se vuelca en un vaso vacío, </div><br /><br /><div>que no hay mas nostalgia que la de perderse. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-7118451522188181241?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-74543702640862059282008-02-18T15:04:00.000-08:002008-02-18T15:08:31.312-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R7oPk7-Ft2I/AAAAAAAAACc/Aj7e-xAke_A/s1600-h/peus.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168460649608886114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R7oPk7-Ft2I/AAAAAAAAACc/Aj7e-xAke_A/s320/peus.JPG" width="299" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Dicen que hay,</div><br />Dicen que hay,<br /><br />un mundo de tentaciones....<br /><br /><br /><br />Dicen que hay,<br /><br />Bueno, malo,<br /><br />Dicen que hay mas o menos<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-7454370264086205928?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-37771303722769416192008-02-12T13:16:00.000-08:002008-02-12T13:19:22.817-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R7INDr-Ft0I/AAAAAAAAACM/dn7zTvMazJs/s1600-h/calella.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166206079541294914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R7INDr-Ft0I/AAAAAAAAACM/dn7zTvMazJs/s320/calella.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>De miedo, de transición, de letargo, de ayer, de hoy, de resultados, de calma, de eventos, de entretener…De sueños, creer, de fruta pasión , del tinto verano, de pronto en la playa, de un drácula helado, de cambios, de abrazos, de nuevo en tus brazos, del yo inspirado, de triples y pasos de sangre, sudor, de expectación, de subidón, del cansancio de marrones como camiones…<br />De lo que soy, de lo que esto va, de la ciudad, de lo que es, de lo que hay…<br /><br />De aceite de oliva en tu plato<br /><br />Así de simple…</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-3777130372276941619?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-5049273832238940782008-02-09T07:20:00.000-08:002008-02-09T07:24:42.278-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R63FSL-FtwI/AAAAAAAAABo/QBVZJue6AEo/s1600-h/LOL3G.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165001263905355522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R63FSL-FtwI/AAAAAAAAABo/QBVZJue6AEo/s320/LOL3G.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Se acabaron las doctrinas de la fe.</div><br /><div>No hay teorías, sólo algún ilusionista.</div><br /><div>Y ahora hay más, mucho más,</div><br /><div>nos encantan las mentiras </div><br /><div>si están dichas de verdad,</div><br /><div>todo vale y así ya no hay que pensar.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>jejeje....gran concert...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-504927383223894078?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-45332432022196753272008-02-04T02:30:00.001-08:002008-02-04T02:32:34.891-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R6bpVKr6vkI/AAAAAAAAABg/6Z0yADW4tMs/s1600-h/Puzzle-Agua,2004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163070572681936450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R6bpVKr6vkI/AAAAAAAAABg/6Z0yADW4tMs/s320/Puzzle-Agua,2004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>Y en mi delirio arrastraré todas las cosas buenas </em><br /><em>Hasta fundirlas en papel y hacer que den la vuelta...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>---</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-4533243202219675327?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-1145091872383845002008-02-02T06:32:00.000-08:002008-02-02T06:35:34.466-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R6R_lar6vjI/AAAAAAAAABY/qg8lTIEP3rc/s1600-h/cigarro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162391353668845106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R6R_lar6vjI/AAAAAAAAABY/qg8lTIEP3rc/s320/cigarro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>"La noche fuma a los hombres </em></div><br /><em>hechos de papel..."</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>---</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-114509187238384500?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-62762067388181042512008-01-31T14:30:00.000-08:002008-01-31T14:35:30.987-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R6JMdqr6viI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cfSZjCSoOiI/s1600-h/polar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161772195478421026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R6JMdqr6viI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cfSZjCSoOiI/s320/polar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>"Voy a quedarme todo el tiempo que haga falta. Estoy esperando la casualidad de mi vida, la más grande y eso que las he tenido de muchas clases...</em></div><br /><div><em>Sí, podría contar mi vida uniendo casualidades..." </em>(Los amantes del círculo polar)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>---</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-6276206738818104251?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-17876592600537051272008-01-28T06:13:00.000-08:002008-01-28T06:15:49.438-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R53jfar6vhI/AAAAAAAAABI/j1ZWITyYjlA/s1600-h/Nube-Jaula%252C-2004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160530876915432978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R53jfar6vhI/AAAAAAAAABI/j1ZWITyYjlA/s320/Nube-Jaula%252C-2004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>"Comprendí oscuramente que la realidad estaba dividida en dos mitades (una de ellas invisible) que, pese a ser complementarias, estaban condenadas a no encontrarse...."</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-1787659260053705127?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-28501417806468791792008-01-27T05:08:00.001-08:002008-01-27T05:11:58.471-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R5yCe6r6vgI/AAAAAAAAABA/RtodjhqS3bM/s1600-h/20060506134613-chema-madoz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160142740720893442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R5yCe6r6vgI/AAAAAAAAABA/RtodjhqS3bM/s320/20060506134613-chema-madoz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Alguien me preguntó </em></div><br /><em>si quería estar mejor</em><br /><br /><em>y cómo decir que no... </em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>ahora estamos los dos</em><br /><br /><em>sin ruido ni ficción</em><br /><br /><em>sólo una invitación... </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>---</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-2850141780646879179?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-42265241305537280722008-01-24T13:45:00.000-08:002008-01-24T13:56:28.472-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R5kHvar6vdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WPITAC1BbrU/s1600-h/00590011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159163359328386514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R5kHvar6vdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WPITAC1BbrU/s320/00590011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Desde aquí, desde mi casa</em></div><div align="center"><em>veo la playa vacía </em></div><div align="center"><em>ya lo estaba hace unos días</em></div><div align="center"><em>ahora está llena de lluvia</em></div><div align="center"><em>y tú ahí sigues sin paraguas</em></div><div align="center"><em>sin tu ropa,paseando</em></div><div align="center"><em>como una tarde de julio</em></div><div align="center"><em>pero con frío y tronando...</em> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-4226524130553728072?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-54523339227012891682008-01-23T13:43:00.000-08:002008-01-23T13:48:44.168-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R5e1_ar6vcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_Ynz1vRaJzw/s1600-h/00590019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158791999276105154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R5e1_ar6vcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_Ynz1vRaJzw/s320/00590019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> ...como una ventana que al cerrar no ilumina el punto que ha dejado entre tinieblas...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-5452333922701289168?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5406940076728355065.post-11278115689921148802008-01-22T07:29:00.000-08:002008-01-22T07:31:57.719-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R5YMYZIdbYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GaL6DdXoqN8/s1600-h/escalera-espejo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158324036402244994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptIjDB8tiiI/R5YMYZIdbYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GaL6DdXoqN8/s320/escalera-espejo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>"Su espejo no le devolvía simplemente una imagen, la prolongaba mediante una sombra, un espectro parlante que la animaba a ir más allá de ella misma, entrar al espejo, como Alicia, sólo para descubrir que cada espejo tiene otro espejo y cada reflejo de Laura Díaz otra imagen pacientemente en espera de que ella alargue la mano, la toque y la sienta huir hacia el siguiente destino..."</p><br /><p>Los años con Laura Díaz. Carlos Fuentes</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5406940076728355065-1127811568992114880?l=laurux85.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauranoreply@blogger.com2