tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1938233328976294812012-04-11T06:58:48.294-07:00Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-13830772051767347362011-10-17T08:57:00.000-07:002011-10-17T08:58:54.176-07:002011-10-17T08:58:54.176-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2bK0PRyo8k/TpxQoW76LnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yZMxqoJ6rDI/s1600/Publicaci%25C3%25B3nViamont1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2bK0PRyo8k/TpxQoW76LnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/yZMxqoJ6rDI/s400/Publicaci%25C3%25B3nViamont1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664491085607087730" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-1383077205176734736?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-66456719502959298702011-09-17T16:13:00.000-07:002011-09-17T16:14:51.656-07:002011-09-17T16:14:51.656-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2zLFB6P5S4/TnUpxzWLE-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/zUSohT3TgoU/s1600/297773_2218586435496_1572710559_2237136_15617125_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2zLFB6P5S4/TnUpxzWLE-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/zUSohT3TgoU/s400/297773_2218586435496_1572710559_2237136_15617125_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653470842807063522" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-6645671950295929870?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-50362036322932028552011-05-15T01:46:00.000-07:002011-05-15T01:47:52.530-07:002011-05-15T01:47:52.530-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWXmWxXiIUw/Tc5YfBnfjwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oTd1YOWelTA/s1600/reloj.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWXmWxXiIUw/Tc5YfBnfjwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oTd1YOWelTA/s400/reloj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606515876156116738" /></a><br /> A mil kilómetros de ti<br />y aun palmo de tristeza,<br />navegan mis pies<br />en la tiniebla de recuerdos,<br />sumergida en emociones,<br />envuelta en tu fragancia.<br /><br />Uno, dos, tres,<br />quince y más,<br />los silencios en la espera,<br />los relojes dilatados,<br />las horas mustias...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-1022020349767015264?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-14370031499562440162010-12-04T06:35:00.000-08:002010-12-04T06:36:50.900-08:002010-12-04T06:36:50.900-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TPpR8WHqhoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uJLdOfQxy80/s1600/Reubicando%2Bfantasmas_resize.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TPpR8WHqhoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uJLdOfQxy80/s400/Reubicando%2Bfantasmas_resize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546835988231915138" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-1437003149956244016?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-22727241267577073572010-12-04T06:16:00.000-08:002010-12-04T06:17:58.768-08:002010-12-04T06:17:58.768-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TN79z6FbRrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/s26iy0eUCJs/s1600/Una%2Bbrisa%2Bde%2Blabios.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TN79z6FbRrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/s26iy0eUCJs/s400/Una%2Bbrisa%2Bde%2Blabios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539143659919460018" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-5419627144689058072?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-72605586044602879742010-10-16T18:22:00.000-07:002010-10-16T18:25:43.425-07:002010-10-16T18:25:43.425-07:00Silencio<br /><br />Asociación libre de palabras<br />para llenar el vacío de tu espacio<br /><br />gota, luz, ruido<br /><br />agua, luna, coche<br /><br />mar, faro, barco<br /><br />casa…latido,<br /><br />y tu sin mí,<br /><br />aunque te buscaré de puntillas<br />para no despertar tus sueños…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-7260558604460287974?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-25975130839395232652010-10-16T18:14:00.000-07:002010-10-16T18:15:21.127-07:002010-10-16T18:15:21.127-07:00He dejado de existir<br />en el preciso instante<br />que tu espacio, todo tuyo<br />cubrió todos los rincones<br /><br />los gustos, las frases,<br />los sabores, los colores<br />fueron a tu antojo<br />mezclados de reproches.<br /><br />La boca se cerró,<br />la mente ya no es mía,<br />miedo al equívoco constante<br />se apodera poco a poco<br />de aquella que fui<br />antes de las heridas.<br /><br />Mutiladas las alas<br />se despluman<br />en el paso de los días,<br />en la jaula cruel<br />de una vida<br />que ya no es mía.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-2597513083939523265?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-83805577031706522772010-10-12T17:33:00.001-07:002010-10-12T17:34:54.697-07:002010-10-12T17:34:54.697-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TLT-mqDXMDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q7Cy2WlmDXo/s1600/Con+las+maletas+en+la+puerta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TLT-mqDXMDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/q7Cy2WlmDXo/s400/Con+las+maletas+en+la+puerta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527322582767317042" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-8380557703170652277?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-49749777355628631042010-09-22T07:49:00.000-07:002010-09-22T07:51:40.289-07:002010-09-22T07:51:40.289-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TJoXt7kJRUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Dzs3SNfW6yk/s1600/Rotas+las+manos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TJoXt7kJRUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Dzs3SNfW6yk/s400/Rotas+las+manos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519750371146810690" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-4974977735562863104?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-25846764621121761662010-09-22T07:22:00.000-07:002010-09-22T07:24:27.427-07:002010-09-22T07:24:27.427-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TJoReB2XwII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/foGSDwOidOE/s1600/Crepitan+las+astillas.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TJoReB2XwII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/foGSDwOidOE/s400/Crepitan+las+astillas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519743500886196354" /></a><br />Crepitan las astillas<br />en la penumbra,<br />cae la tarde<br />detrás de los cristales<br />empañados por el frío<br />contrastado.<br /><br />Cálido aroma,<br />leños resecos,<br />el brillo de tu piel<br />frente a las llamas.<br /><br />Perfecto el escenario<br />sobre la alfombra,<br />para dejarnos llevar<br />por los sentidos.<br /><br />El calor se agiganta<br />entremezclando el aliento,<br />los cuerpos sudorosos<br />se anudan galopando.<br /><br />La pasión se desboca, <br />desenfrenada,<br />en un tiempo sin tiempo<br />que se detiene.<br /><br /><br />El fuego se consume,<br />amor, es tiempo, despierta,<br />se hace tarde,<br />amanece en silencio.<br /><br />Ya sólo queda<br />el sabor del rescoldo…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-2584676462112176166?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-85732165956638184882010-09-21T15:13:00.000-07:002010-09-21T15:17:11.671-07:002010-09-21T15:17:11.671-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TJkutaMRVqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_z5H6BOIAI4/s1600/Barrotes+de+silencio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TJkutaMRVqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_z5H6BOIAI4/s400/Barrotes+de+silencio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519494175979034274" /></a><br />Deshojas las mañanas<br />en eternos pasos cadenciosos,<br />unos tras otros<br />por las estrechas calles<br />de la angustia.<br /><br />Negros tus ojos<br />inquietos esperan<br />que el tenor de las horas<br />abran paso tras la puerta<br />y te abriguen del frío.<br /><br />Tan callado de hambre<br />y de miedo,<br />aturdido de tumulto<br />y de espera,<br />aguardas con el ansia <br />arrugada en un bolsillo<br />sin fondo y sin olvido.<br /><br />Se escarcha la esperanza<br />sobre tu piel oscura<br />que palidece una vez más<br />del otro lado de la reja.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-8573216595663818488?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-58185579693167436412010-09-16T16:08:00.000-07:002010-09-16T16:10:03.632-07:002010-09-16T16:10:03.632-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/THlj3FD0eAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XSGud0KRpS8/s1600/Amanece.ORG_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/THlj3FD0eAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XSGud0KRpS8/s400/Amanece.ORG_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510545416966666242" /></a><br />En el teclado de mi piel<br />coladita por tus huesos,<br />derretida en tus palabras<br />nos amamos.<br /><br />De lado, frente a frente,<br />perderme en ti,<br />en tu geografía,<br />sin brújulas, ni mapas<br />orientada de instinto…<br /><br />Insospechado territorio,<br />ondulado, simétrico,<br />suave y profundo,<br />recorrer cada bahía,<br />los senderos y accidentes,<br />enigmáticos, profundos,<br />intensos, inexplorados…<br />estar dentro,<br />ardiendo en deseos,<br />mordernos las ansias,<br />enredo de lenguas<br />y caricias,<br />mojarme en tu fuego<br />humedecido…<br /><br />Cuánto latido!<br />oleada de estertores…<br />pasión, amor, deseo,<br />arrebato, descontrol,<br />entrega, ganas,<br />con ojos, con manos,<br />la piel entera,<br />sentirme fuera y dentro,<br />amar una y otra vez,<br />vibrar, estremecerse…<br />donde sea,<br />pero contigo…<br />en esta apasionante locura,<br />amorosamente locas,<br />enamoradamente cuerdas,<br />complacernos,<br />querer más bocas,<br />labios, lenguas,<br />manos, pechos…<br />cada centímetro<br />de mi en ti y viceversa,<br />buscando espacio,<br />cogiendo aire,<br />perdidas en la entrega,<br />un “no puedo más<br />soy toda tuya,<br />no te detengas”…<br />al límite,<br />total entrega,<br />vertiginoso amor<br />envueltas en sudor<br />que huele a sexo,<br />salvaje cielo…<br />volemos…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-3606904905321531077?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-13036677941186984872010-08-27T17:18:00.000-07:002010-08-27T17:22:13.823-07:002010-08-27T17:22:13.823-07:00Reduzco la marcha,<br />calmo los pasos<br />y me permito<br />el sutil delirio de traerte<br />a la realidad visible<br />de unos versos<br /><br />para ser la arena de mi playa,<br />la brisa que al cometa<br />eleva tan alto que lo aleja<br />no pudiendo emprender ya<br />el viaje de regreso.<br /><br />Y tiendo la mano<br />en el puente invisible<br />de tu aroma,<br />inconciente en la utopía<br />de alcanzarte…<br /><br />Caída libre…<br />cráter profundo, continuo,<br />vacío sin fin,<br />oscuro de silencios,<br />plagado de fantasías,<br />de miedos…<br />derrotero incierto…<br /><br />Cierro los ojos<br />sigues ahí,<br />eres el puente invisible<br />y aquel aroma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-1303667794118698487?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-6295831902564462702010-08-27T13:36:00.000-07:002010-08-27T13:39:00.674-07:002010-08-27T13:39:00.674-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/THgiLI8vdnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y9HCDU3cNvw/s1600/La+noche_.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/THgiLI8vdnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Y9HCDU3cNvw/s400/La+noche_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510191718863959666" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-629583190256446270?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-37076462446464663922010-08-09T22:57:00.000-07:002010-08-09T23:08:24.565-07:002010-08-09T23:08:24.565-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TGDqfHQD4AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xjq1wIo0dPk/s1600/Inquieto_resize.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TGDqfHQD4AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xjq1wIo0dPk/s400/Inquieto_resize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503656564890001410" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-3707646244646466392?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-30581219753700347492010-08-08T08:41:00.000-07:002010-08-08T08:43:35.630-07:002010-08-08T08:43:35.630-07:00En el frío del silencio<br />de tus labios<br />ocultando la tristeza,<br />recuerdo la tibieza<br />de tus manos en mi espalda,<br /><br />tu cuerpo acalorado<br />en el galope lento,<br />mientras te amaba…<br /><br />Y llenan el aire<br />tus suspiros jadeantes<br />entre mis brazos.<br /><br />Recorro en mis sentidos <br />tus espacios<br />con la imagen de tu piel<br />tan mía…<br /><br />Estás aquí y ahora<br />estoy contigo<br />en la frenética espera,<br />contando los minutos<br />para verte, robarte un beso,<br />restablecer la magia <br />que ayer nos unía…<br /><br />Me quedo aquí, en el silencio,<br />en tu recuerdo,<br />tu imagen y mi espera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-3058121975370034749?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-32614540309975673952010-08-02T07:17:00.000-07:002010-08-04T11:49:47.505-07:002010-08-04T11:49:47.505-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TFm2NpJh3UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QRWxU41oJEo/s1600/Wayra.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TFm2NpJh3UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QRWxU41oJEo/s400/Wayra.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501628765310147906" /></a><br />Vístete despacio<br />por favor, no tengas prisa,<br />deja que logre plasmar<br />en la memoria<br />cada detalle,<br />cada fracción<br />del fotograma límpido<br />en las pupilas.<br /><br />Deshilemos los segundos<br />en ínfimas partículas<br />que se esfuman<br />con el vapor que emanan<br />nuestros cuerpos.<br /><br />Déjame una sonrisa<br />para un pobre desayuno,<br />tu aroma a la hora de la siesta<br />y un manojo de tu pelo<br />con que enhebrar las horas<br />en la espera<br />de nuestro próximo encuentro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-3261454030997567395?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-43315474523164176512010-07-25T12:42:00.000-07:002010-07-25T12:43:55.943-07:002010-07-25T12:43:55.943-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Ojos marchitos,<br />huesos de barro,<br />pálida desnudez<br />tras el visillo de un sol<br />que se adormece<br />en el rojo cristal<br />de la ventana.<br /><br />Desgarbada delgadez,<br />cansinos pasos,<br />tambaleantes, inseguros,<br />sintiéndose niño<br />en la torpeza, <br />descubriendo el equilibrio,<br /><br />sonriéndole a la nada,<br />dehojando margaritas<br />de recuerdos,<br />enjambre de presentes<br />inventados<br />y la sensatez<br />de aquel viejo<br />pijama a rayas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-2601485596462935451?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-57676745062122974922010-07-25T05:16:00.000-07:002010-07-25T05:18:59.543-07:002010-07-25T05:18:59.543-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TEwrX1wLK9I/AAAAAAAAACg/XST5BzWteH8/s1600/mariposas+y+ratones.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5g9jkockKQ/TEwrX1wLK9I/AAAAAAAAACg/XST5BzWteH8/s320/mariposas+y+ratones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497816933678656466" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/193823332897629481-5767674506212297492?l=zachafotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Z´Achahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05427213843273292961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193823332897629481.post-81119379799222144972010-07-22T13:33:00.000-07:002010-08-13T08:32:14.156-07:002010-08-13T08:32:14.156-07:00