tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75167528972426472442009-07-06T17:46:14.081-06:00leche de coneja10.21diezveintiuno@gmail.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-52447241919505697252009-05-23T18:00:00.000-06:002009-05-23T18:00:00.440-06:002009-05-23T18:00:00.440-06:00ciudad colón, san boscola primera vez que estuve ebrio tuvo alguna diferencia con el lugar donde viví de niño... que era una torre gigante que se doblaba al viento cada vez que mi padre miraba a mi madre y mi madre tosía...<br /><br />y me llegaba entonces una gripe que no provenía de animales, si no que provenía de cosas más sencillas, como la gripe del juguete del vecino, la gripe de la niña acaudalada del kinder, la gripe del pan con queso y tomate...<br /><br />recuerdo una vez que yo golpeaba un árbol y saltaron sobre mi cientos de gusanos verdes... lloré semanas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-5244724191950569725?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/Hxl6dbClkF0" height="1" width="1"/>meleobromeleobro@gmail.com1http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/05/ciudad-colon-san-bosco.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-1187111427781607972009-05-18T17:42:00.002-06:002009-05-19T09:32:16.791-06:002009-05-19T09:32:16.791-06:00un país de mansos es un país de mierda<span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-118711142778160797?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/kLof-a-G-PU" height="1" width="1"/>Luna Místikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18087299004095181493noreply@blogger.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-pais-de-mansos-es-un-pais-de-mierda.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-75468740650242908382009-05-04T17:09:00.002-06:002009-05-04T17:21:24.789-06:002009-05-04T17:21:24.789-06:00humedales en mí, sueño con tierra mojada<br /><br />punto se dice, pero sigue<br /><br />sueño de nuevo con tus dientes orgasmeando mi espalda,<br />sonrío de medio lado<br />huele al patio de la casa cuando se llenan de guayabas los palos<br />me rasco la nuca,<br />reclino la silla<br /><br />te creo en mi mente,<br />te pienso, te uso,<br />te libero en la libertad de mis piernas<br />y cuando hay que partir no hay adioses ni nostalgias<br /><br />sólo queda ir por maracuyá con sal y girar hasta caer en el zacate<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-7546874065024290838?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/0l1Hx-ECW_M" height="1" width="1"/>Luna Místikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18087299004095181493noreply@blogger.com2http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/05/humedales-en-mi-sueno-con-tierra-mojada.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-50656085941660529632009-04-27T18:01:00.001-06:002009-04-27T18:01:42.965-06:002009-04-27T18:01:42.965-06:00volate en mí<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-5065608594166052963?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/OFq5Yj0xG3w" height="1" width="1"/>Luna Místikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18087299004095181493noreply@blogger.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/04/volate-en-mi.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-75535171503050588152009-04-09T19:04:00.002-06:002009-04-09T19:12:30.036-06:002009-04-09T19:12:30.036-06:00ella se mira la uña y luego la pantallita del cel<br />busca y la ve y busca un mensaje<br />y busca y quiere<br />y se toma un fresquito<br />este calor, como pa quitarse la ropa en la playa y salir riéndose de las miradas de la gente en una avenida polvorienta o una procesión<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-7553517150305058815?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/SXfLngMMCr0" height="1" width="1"/>eunicebshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629731800553943448noreply@blogger.com1http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/04/ella-se-mira-la-una-y-luego-la.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-51065883819689973282009-04-05T14:37:00.001-06:002009-04-05T14:39:03.572-06:002009-04-05T14:39:03.572-06:00arañame el corazón<br />para desangrarme en alegría<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-5106588381968997328?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/CCQ__9mTn7I" height="1" width="1"/>Luna Místikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18087299004095181493noreply@blogger.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/04/araname-el-corazon-para-desangrarme-en.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-82297653145958952422009-04-01T06:00:00.000-06:002009-04-01T06:00:01.350-06:002009-04-01T06:00:01.350-06:00lluvialuego en segundos<br />tenía lo que sentía<br />menos la sombra<br />lo enorme<br />o las partes de un muerto<br />jazmines de miedo<br />muerte y parpadeo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-8229765314595895242?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/TMFbsdDxCao" height="1" width="1"/>meleobromeleobro@gmail.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/04/lluvia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-69859586206461324892009-03-04T06:00:00.000-06:002009-03-04T06:00:00.940-06:002009-03-04T06:00:00.940-06:00cli chémorderte debajo de las uñas<br />cantarte café<br /><br />cortarme cubito<br />azúcar<br />sin <span style="font-style: italic;">tomar té</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-6985958620646132489?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/0DyHQ76usZs" height="1" width="1"/>meleobromeleobro@gmail.com1http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/03/cli-che.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-36013328388260157742009-03-02T06:00:00.000-06:002009-03-02T06:00:02.677-06:002009-03-02T06:00:02.677-06:00gen er a ciónmartirio<br />estando sentado<br />martillo<br /><br />salando<br />sonriendo al vidrio<br />saltando<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-3601332838826015774?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/RSUbKH_phUs" height="1" width="1"/>meleobromeleobro@gmail.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/02/gen-er-cion.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-87263207414036434722009-02-27T11:37:00.000-06:002009-02-27T11:42:45.581-06:002009-02-27T11:42:45.581-06:00cuando los labios se enfrían, la sangre está en otra parte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-8726320741403643472?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/1SS12LwLECQ" height="1" width="1"/>eunicebshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629731800553943448noreply@blogger.com3http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuando-los-labios-se-enfrian-la-sangre.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-90546036110834351802009-02-27T06:00:00.000-06:002009-02-27T06:00:00.635-06:002009-02-27T06:00:00.635-06:00am b ie nt elongitud pornográfica<br />humedece mi labio<br />la puerta<br /><br />pienso sobre el clima<br />que enfría<br />las piernas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-9054603611083435180?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/gaghCczxptA" height="1" width="1"/>meleobromeleobro@gmail.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-b-ie-nt-e.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-73970037339966256292009-02-25T12:05:00.002-06:002009-02-25T13:17:40.550-06:002009-02-25T13:17:40.550-06:00xq te mordés los labios?<br /><br />xq te humedecés la boca?<br /><br />servite de la mía para beber y mordé mis labios con toda confianza<br /><br />al final de cuentas, para eso son los amigos... o no?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-7397003733996625629?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/Riwzir5kXEQ" height="1" width="1"/>Luna Místikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18087299004095181493noreply@blogger.com1http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/02/xq-te-mordes-los-labios-xq-te-humedeces.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-80610734330569958412009-02-12T15:38:00.004-06:002009-02-16T10:44:40.203-06:002009-02-16T10:44:40.203-06:00las metodologías huyen y se esconden en los rincones de la casa<br /><br />toman su lugar el olor al café recién chorreado<br /><br /><br /><br />se derramó la leche,<br />y nadie la llora<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-8061073433056995841?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/FbjvR9zo460" height="1" width="1"/>Luna Místikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18087299004095181493noreply@blogger.com2http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/02/las-metodologias-huyen-y-se-esconden-en.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-81228772788454463632009-02-05T11:23:00.006-06:002009-02-16T10:44:56.694-06:002009-02-16T10:44:56.694-06:00si me soplás el cuello y luego me mordés la espalda, mientras me cantas tus versos y yo te silbo mis nostalgias, podría caer yo en un estado orgásmico sin retorno... o podría caer en cuenta de que sos realidad y de lo lejos que estás de ser mi fantasía.<br /><br />se rompería el principio de lo inconcluso, y volveríamos a ser la aburrida monotomía o la emocionante probabilidad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-8122877278845446363?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/CzETCmNzQ6I" height="1" width="1"/>Luna Místikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18087299004095181493noreply@blogger.com1http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-me-soplas-el-cuello-y-luego-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-27230296527227109892009-02-04T19:01:00.005-06:002009-02-04T20:43:02.997-06:002009-02-04T20:43:02.997-06:00bonitoen lo que digo hay cosas que no digo<br />y es por no decirlas que las digo<br /><br />si pones atención a mi silencio<br /><br />todavía llueve debajo de los árboles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-2723029652722710989?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/AzWxiP4MVk4" height="1" width="1"/>10.21diezveintiuno@gmail.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonito.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-91520824594094945912009-02-04T15:37:00.001-06:002009-02-04T15:38:41.558-06:002009-02-04T15:38:41.558-06:00entre las piernas<br /><br />todos los colores<br /><br />tengo mil verduras<br /><br />miel y vértigo, talvez<br /><br />si me mirás<br /><br />o no, talvez no<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-9152082459409494591?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/RpLjXbDg1GY" height="1" width="1"/>eunicebshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629731800553943448noreply@blogger.com2http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/02/entre-las-piernas-todos-los-colores.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-80320628852611281572009-02-03T11:46:00.004-06:002009-02-16T10:45:22.712-06:002009-02-16T10:45:22.712-06:00poeta, progresista, adicto al chocolate, con sonrisa franca, busca musa...<br /><br />música, que escribe a ratos, metida en todo, adicta al chocolate y a los besos, busca sin buscar, poeta<br /><br />el nene teme no encontrar,<br />la nena teme encontrar y ser encontrada<br /><br /><br /><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"><span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-8032062885261128157?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/DEYvpFci4IM" height="1" width="1"/>Luna Místikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18087299004095181493noreply@blogger.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/02/poeta-progresista-adicto-al-chocolate.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-19160973751721494172009-01-30T02:29:00.000-06:002009-01-30T02:48:41.738-06:002009-01-30T02:48:41.738-06:00la fe al cambio<br />no es calcio para dientes<br /><br />nadie tiene los zapatos tan grandes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-1916097375172149417?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/PIT68rHGsoM" height="1" width="1"/>meleobromeleobro@gmail.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-fe-al-cambio-no-es-calcio-para.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-90821564597574507792008-12-26T19:55:00.001-06:002008-12-26T20:20:39.178-06:002008-12-26T20:20:39.178-06:00el frío cualquiera.<br />la noche cualquiera<br /><br />cualquiera, como yo y la noche y el frío<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-9082156459757450779?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/JJWBDNBL2_g" height="1" width="1"/>eunicebshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629731800553943448noreply@blogger.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-fro-cualquiera.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-77667427755835719332008-11-02T12:45:00.004-06:002008-11-02T12:55:02.031-06:002008-11-02T12:55:02.031-06:00ellaaceptódespuésdeunsuspiroqueloúnicoenqueestabapensando<br />apesardelosdesastresambientaleslaguerraytantasmierdaseraen<br />loqueélestaríapensandocuandosequedabaviendoaltecho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-7766742775583571933?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/ikzwhA0ypHA" height="1" width="1"/>eunicebshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629731800553943448noreply@blogger.com2http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2008/11/ellaaceptdespusdeunsuspiroquelonicoenqu.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-11759512522928975802008-10-23T15:31:00.002-06:002008-10-23T15:33:59.732-06:002008-10-23T15:33:59.732-06:00uy sí<br />uy rico<br /><br />nada como un mango<br />frío<br /><br />nada como un mango<br />en cualquier época del año<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(se vale escuchar <a href="http://www.myspace.com/bullon">El Mario</a> al leer este post)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-1175951252292897580?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/JhpBTlT0PaM" height="1" width="1"/>eunicebshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629731800553943448noreply@blogger.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2008/10/uy-s-uy-rico-nada-como-un-mango-fro.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-23147272335130229442008-10-14T19:38:00.001-06:002008-10-14T19:40:13.095-06:002008-10-14T19:40:13.095-06:00Ser, ser<br />ser un circulito chocho<br />y caminar en fila<br />y subirse al bus<br />y aburrirse<br /><br />y luego el sol<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-2314727233513022944?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/mujF-OL9Mu4" height="1" width="1"/>eunicebshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629731800553943448noreply@blogger.com1http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2008/10/ser-ser-ser-un-circulito-chocho-y.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-32036251240695283592008-09-26T18:30:00.000-06:002009-01-30T02:48:41.739-06:002009-01-30T02:48:41.739-06:00mi sangre se muestra en cuadros<br />me apena<br /><br />se hacen gárgaras<br />que postulan candidatos<br />a salirse de mi ojos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-3203625124069528359?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/39hLiwk-dv4" height="1" width="1"/>meleobromeleobro@gmail.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2008/09/mi-sangre-se-muestra-en-cuadros-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-31536850740626265812008-09-23T13:00:00.000-06:002009-01-30T02:48:41.740-06:002009-01-30T02:48:41.740-06:00quién será quien cuelga<br />o cae<br />o no parece<br />o no muerde<br /><br />de la calle no lo sabe<br />el viento nos oscurece el rostro<br /><br />se esgrima la duda al pecho<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-3153685074062626581?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/g68Ur5Eln88" height="1" width="1"/>meleobromeleobro@gmail.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2008/09/quin-ser-quien-cuelga-o-cae-o-no-parece.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7516752897242647244.post-7281299533319499232008-09-02T18:00:00.001-06:002008-09-02T18:03:30.467-06:002008-09-02T18:03:30.467-06:00caminar<br />es una forma de correr<br />así como nadar<br />es una forma de matar patos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7516752897242647244-728129953331949923?l=lechedeconeja.blogspot.com'/></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/lechedeconeja/~4/BHBIB4g85HQ" height="1" width="1"/>eunicebshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11629731800553943448noreply@blogger.com0http://lechedeconeja.blogspot.com/2008/09/caminar-es-una-forma-de-correr-as-como.html