tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51191298030113982002012-02-16T10:19:15.600-03:00franconoreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-67961273513659903952011-02-04T18:09:00.002-03:002011-02-04T18:12:34.871-03:00quisiera abrazar un árbol con la intensidad con la que me abraza el miedo<div>ver si las hojas siguen verdes</div><div>si la savia corre por la corteza</div><div>si las raíces siguen sin bailar</div><div><br /></div><div>quisiera abrazar un árbol con la crudeza con que el miedo me abraza</div><div>tentar el vuelo de los pájaros con un temblor</div><div>fertilizar mi suelo con sus ramas secas</div><div>nacer adentro suyo</div><div><br /></div><div>quisiera ser abrazado por un árbol como el miedo me abraza</div><div>al tiempo que siento mi culpa en no soltarlo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-6796127351365990395?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-65711006200902154382010-11-04T15:50:00.001-03:002010-11-04T15:50:55.096-03:00crujen los dedos<div>que comparto</div><div>con el río</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-6571100620090215438?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-63415944290915246252010-09-27T20:58:00.003-03:002010-09-27T20:58:48.257-03:00afuera<div>gotas de lluvia</div><div>¿o dentro?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-6341594429091524625?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-23820369335120150762010-09-23T23:35:00.001-03:002010-09-23T23:37:14.692-03:00<i>No me niego al abrazo del viento, solamente pido que no me sorprenda desnudo al borde del río, que no se lleve el olor que estoy fecundando con mi amada. De regreso, puede ayudarnos, desde la espalda, a llegar a casa.</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-2382036933512015076?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-44681833751892334862010-07-30T05:01:00.001-03:002010-07-30T05:02:45.184-03:00gota sobre<br />el lago, el círculo<br />rompió el huevo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-4468183375189233486?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-18634979134762515992010-05-03T01:00:00.000-03:002010-05-03T01:01:05.849-03:00pájaro<br />multitud quieta<br />de plumas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1863497913476251599?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-15525123226494891462010-04-24T18:39:00.001-03:002010-04-24T18:39:49.701-03:00poetas granjeros<br />quisiera cosechar<br />su idioma<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1552512322649489146?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-32256537177960556472010-03-21T06:18:00.001-03:002010-03-21T06:19:37.816-03:00la desesperación me deja en estados en los que hasta me comería las uñas de las alas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-3225653717796055647?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-9821633358314678972010-02-27T09:16:00.001-03:002010-02-27T09:16:42.438-03:00entre rejas<br />no vive un lobo<br />muere<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-982163335831467897?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-20929328028103207802009-12-15T23:07:00.003-03:002010-03-31T17:10:25.390-03:00la piedra mata<br />si te alcanza la cabeza sin embargo<br />abriga a una lombriz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-2092932802810320780?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-12492229189580976182009-12-11T06:23:00.000-03:002009-12-11T06:24:28.893-03:00cayó un sueño<br />de una tormenta<br />sin nubes<br /><br />(y lo pisaron sin más)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1249222918958097618?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-56714048633579427112009-12-08T23:25:00.001-03:002009-12-08T23:25:55.213-03:00ya no tiembles<br />está claro que la mugre<br />no se cae<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-5671404863357942711?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-59255716014273207642009-10-25T23:01:00.001-03:002009-10-25T23:01:52.831-03:00todo temblor<br />es la tierra cansada<br />de no bailar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-5925571601427320764?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-16697843524557152312009-10-06T07:54:00.001-03:002009-10-06T07:54:52.575-03:00una caricia<br />entre dos piedras<br />hace arena<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1669784352455715231?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-51710997233559599762009-09-24T22:21:00.003-03:002009-09-27T03:54:45.223-03:00todos ven que<br />el amanecer es mejor<br />con los ojos cerrados<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-5171099723355959976?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-79010551175262953742009-09-24T22:20:00.002-03:002009-09-24T22:23:24.185-03:00un sapo come<br />una mariposa creyéndose<br />más lindo<br /><br />gime la mariposa<br />el dolor de no poder volar<br />adentro del sapo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-7901055117526295374?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-29167260622410573992009-09-04T06:44:00.003-03:002009-09-24T22:19:20.148-03:00las estrellas<br />como bolsas de agua caliente<br />de dios<br /><br />y dado que el universo es tan grande y se agranda y fue tan caliente y se está poniendo tan frío dios no se puede acostumbrar nunca, deja caer un pétalo de vida sobre ciertas piedras (o seres vivos, depende) y la vida le canta y lo quieren ver muerto para ver de qué color se pone y pintarlo muerto como wang fo que seguro escribía haikus<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-2916726062241057399?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-82220746827249719112009-09-04T06:43:00.001-03:002009-09-04T06:43:36.780-03:00salta el pájaro,<br />atras:<br />una rama bailando<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-8222074682724971911?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-19609426455457650882009-08-30T05:10:00.001-03:002009-08-30T05:11:26.954-03:00era eso, sí<br />del cielo al piso<br />eran cenizas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1960942645545765088?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-69678948217154528772009-08-22T14:34:00.001-03:002009-08-22T14:35:45.907-03:00la sabiduría del viento está dada en la genialidad con la que administra su silencio, precisamente en esa grandeza con la que calla, habiéndolo tocado todo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-6967894821715452877?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-91784981130745698292009-08-21T20:12:00.001-03:002009-08-21T20:16:09.353-03:00el salmón<br />en mitología<br />es sísifo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-9178498113074569829?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-81021489133174072372009-08-15T06:48:00.001-03:002009-08-15T06:48:51.517-03:00el alarido<br />pone a la boca<br />en su lugar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-8102148913317407237?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-40062660683601482972009-08-14T23:56:00.000-03:002009-08-14T23:57:20.804-03:00cada gota de lluvia<br />es algo de lo que el cielo<br />se libera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-4006266068360148297?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-65680622121530928532009-08-10T04:13:00.000-03:002009-08-10T04:32:18.866-03:00las estrellas<br />no piden a gritos<br />a los ojos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-6568062212153092853?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-66649256299225318582009-06-23T20:18:00.000-03:002009-06-23T20:19:06.364-03:00el color<br />de sus ojos es el tacto<br />de los árboles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-6664925629922531858?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-75089817812295621112009-06-23T20:15:00.002-03:002009-06-23T20:16:59.812-03:00no hay aliento<br />si no hay posibilidad<br />de sufrir<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-7508981781229562111?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-2849607017599871812009-06-23T20:15:00.001-03:002009-06-23T20:15:37.938-03:00de una herida<br />sale sangre y<br />entra dolor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-284960701759987181?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-23718912248817224022009-06-19T01:09:00.002-03:002009-06-19T02:40:24.910-03:00este planeta<br />tiene grandes garras<br />llamadas árboles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-2371891224881722402?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-72373500862785625462009-06-19T00:20:00.001-03:002009-06-19T00:20:44.548-03:00juro que hoy<br />el cielo se sostuvo<br />de las nubes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-7237350086278562546?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-6058010544480557112009-06-06T17:14:00.001-03:002009-06-06T17:14:50.704-03:00es el aire<br />quien más sorprende<br />da vida y mata<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-605801054448055711?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-18930266025573652732009-06-06T17:12:00.001-03:002009-06-06T17:12:44.231-03:00atrás de cada sombra<br />por más que duela<br />hubo algo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1893026602557365273?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-87614692697514863482009-04-23T14:19:00.001-03:002009-04-23T14:21:45.044-03:00la piel abrazará<br />la sangre y las noches<br />por un tiempo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-8761469269751486348?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-48506454295962332802009-03-14T07:03:00.002-02:002009-03-14T07:05:58.593-02:00el aire no se escapa<br />a otros mundos gracias al<br />incesante aleteo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-4850645429596233280?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-48896630769895938262009-03-08T16:03:00.002-02:002009-03-10T04:23:59.328-02:00el viento mataría<br />por traspasar<br />la montaña<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-4889663076989593826?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-68299220912167588292009-02-02T04:29:00.001-02:002009-02-02T04:31:25.718-02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">¿cuántas sonrisas sino la tuya<br />podrían hacer un haiku<br />en este momento?<br /></span></div><br />llegué a pensar<br />que el mundo había desaparecido<br />por tu sonrisa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-6829922091216758829?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-77972827311855104512009-01-17T19:11:00.000-02:002009-01-17T19:13:19.923-02:00el aire importa<br />más que a nadie a quien<br />quiere respirar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-7797282731185510451?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-42459164159838089392009-01-16T00:15:00.001-02:002009-01-16T00:16:22.633-02:00las piedras<br />del asfalto viven a base<br />de tierra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-4245916415983808939?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-1589536630243938082009-01-11T22:47:00.001-02:002009-01-11T22:48:34.373-02:00dicen las estrellas<br />que del cielo pueden<br />caer huecos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-158953663024393808?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-59915184124538993442009-01-11T22:34:00.002-02:002009-01-11T22:37:23.558-02:00va a anochecher<br />aunque no soporte<br />el anochecer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-5991518412453899344?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-16204212031805944432009-01-07T18:55:00.000-02:002009-01-07T18:56:54.729-02:00muere el azul<br />del cielo comido<br />por nubes negras<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1620421203180594443?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-58130927309678617762008-12-03T02:30:00.000-02:002008-12-03T02:31:34.200-02:00si una piedra<br />cae al mar libera<br />algunas gotas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-5813092730967861776?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-38237322283120913952008-12-03T02:29:00.002-02:002008-12-03T02:33:45.698-02:00lluvia y viento<br />el paraguas quiere subir:<br />un ángel lo reclama<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-3823732228312091395?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-78719813506460086172008-12-03T02:29:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:29:50.546-02:00es frágil como<br />rama rota al posar<br />un ave encima<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-7871981350646008617?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-78601136598736846562008-12-03T02:28:00.002-02:002008-12-03T02:29:32.700-02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ciertamente</span><br /></div><br />lengua de mujer<br />en mi boca como mar<br />sobre la arena<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-7860113659873684656?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-42760381710943576332008-12-03T02:28:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:28:38.809-02:00mucho depende<br />de cómo el silencio<br />deje sus marcas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-4276038171094357633?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-8440745956148686122008-12-03T02:27:00.000-02:002008-12-03T02:28:17.532-02:00se comenta que<br />el idiota no requiere<br />que le enseñen<br /><br />muy convencido<br />dicta clases de abrazos<br />para docentes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-844074595614868612?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-58018228242719796292008-12-03T02:26:00.003-02:002008-12-03T02:26:55.018-02:00se aturde a<br />si misma la voz que no<br />deja de cantar<br /><br />se aturde a<br />si misma la voz que no<br />deja de cantar<br /><br />se aturde a<br />si misma la voz que no<br />deja de cantar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-5801822824271979629?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-11105776521730442872008-12-03T02:26:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:26:27.239-02:00el vidrio teme<br />impedir que vea la<br />naturaleza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1110577652173044287?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-56716061903495622692008-12-03T02:25:00.000-02:002008-12-03T02:26:10.594-02:00descartemos el<br />mundo descartemos a<br />nosotros mismos<br /><br />¿rescatamos el<br />mundo rescatamos a<br />nosotros mismos?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-5671606190349562269?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-70153897183792087702008-12-03T02:24:00.003-02:002008-12-03T02:24:59.318-02:00Bajé de mi<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span> torre de marfil<br />Y no encontré el mundo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-7015389718379208770?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-22447373684670140702008-12-03T02:24:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:24:25.383-02:00presencias noches<br />como quien contemplara<br />morir los hijos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-2244737368467014070?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-8906690105060548062008-12-03T02:23:00.000-02:002008-12-03T02:24:06.068-02:00el gusano que<br />se rebela deviene<br />en mariposa<br /><br />la rebeldía<br />hace crecer las alas<br /> alas hermosas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-890669010506054806?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-12170127270348264762008-12-03T02:22:00.002-02:002008-12-03T02:23:00.208-02:00dicen del ave:<br />vuela besando cada<br />centímetro de aire<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1217012727034826476?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-78854762038948073702008-12-03T02:22:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:22:38.890-02:00a través de<br />la piedra del río se ve<br />su profundidad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-7885476203894807370?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-36371872582946467702008-12-03T02:21:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:21:48.197-02:00el color verde<br />atado al árbol<br />por unas hojas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-3637187258294646770?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-56119975089403416552008-12-03T02:20:00.002-02:002008-12-03T02:21:04.348-02:00imaginación:<br />una mujer volando<br /> al atardecer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-5611997508940341655?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-59068807188865574342008-12-03T02:20:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:20:31.932-02:00lindo pájaro:<br />dirijo mis lamentos<br />a tus nubes<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-5906880718886557434?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-69041185534816134472008-12-03T02:19:00.003-02:002008-12-03T02:19:47.318-02:00pequeño grillo<br />hoy no molestas: sé que<br />tan sólo buscas sexo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-6904118553481613447?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-27196760327198703472008-12-03T02:19:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:19:10.495-02:00dijo la sabia<br />naturaleza: acá<br />hay mucho dolor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-2719676032719870347?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-36717447337826307542008-12-03T02:18:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:18:34.979-02:00quisiera que cayeras<br />pétalo en silencio,<br />que callaras<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-3671744733782630754?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-84477530373441874922008-12-03T02:17:00.001-02:002008-12-03T02:17:39.867-02:00flor que floreces<br />responde,<br />ya que preguntas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-8447753037344187492?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-16800815952838747402008-12-03T02:16:00.000-02:002008-12-03T02:17:09.392-02:00<div style="text-align: right;">(<span style="font-style: italic;">profundamente dedicado</span>)<br /></div><br />la primavera llega<br />puntualmente el veintiuno<br />de septiembre<br /><br />esa mujer sabe<br />ser hermosa<br />de memoria<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1680081595283874740?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-77909945030846721952008-12-03T02:08:00.000-02:002008-12-03T02:09:30.919-02:00luego corrieron<br />moscas<br />sobre su cuerpo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-7790994503084672195?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119129803011398200.post-13736241676411721782008-12-03T02:05:00.000-02:002008-12-03T02:33:01.499-02:00mucho me gusta<br />tu imagen / también<br />tus semejantas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5119129803011398200-1373624167641172178?l=nohaik.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>franconoreply@blogger.com0