tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20723724132266630682011-04-21T11:49:36.697-07:00este poemario fue construido una semana calurosa de enero(maxima de 41 grados incluida)dicho abombamiento sin duda ha sido parte del todo ,razon por la cual se disculpa quien firma al pie. nicolas ariel guglielmettinicolasarielguglielmettinoreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072372413226663068.post-83611539238615878942007-01-20T11:13:00.000-08:002007-01-20T11:15:18.019-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJqKIaBSGI/AAAAAAAAABo/sdRWTG329Ns/s1600-h/a_desolado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022193256759380066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJqKIaBSGI/AAAAAAAAABo/sdRWTG329Ns/s320/a_desolado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />A la vuelta<br />La ruta hace<br />Un curvo<br /><br />De no se<br />Cuantos<br />Grados<br /><br />Dicha<br />Inexactitud<br />Ha depositado<br /><br />Un puñado<br />De crucecitas<br />Precarias<br /><br />Con cintitas<br />Y rosarios<br />De no se<br /><br />Que época<br />Con números<br />Inentendibles<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072372413226663068-8361153923861587894?l=nicolasarielguglielmetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nicolasarielguglielmettinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072372413226663068.post-33850048012114760302007-01-20T11:11:00.000-08:002007-01-20T11:12:43.763-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJplIaBSFI/AAAAAAAAABc/RtRfyOopFpo/s1600-h/fassi02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022192621104220242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJplIaBSFI/AAAAAAAAABc/RtRfyOopFpo/s320/fassi02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />Con una playera<br />De walmarkt<br />Azul metalizado<br /><br />El control<br />Del tráfico<br />Es absoluto<br /><br />Debido<br />A la adrenalina<br />Que despierta<br /><br />El venteo<br />De lo vehículos<br />A fondo<br /><br />Dicho acto<br />Que antaño<br />Era normal<br /><br />Como calar<br />Mucosas<br />Disecadas<br /><br />Hoy se ha<br />Convertido<br />En empuñar<br /><br />La cabeza<br />De un crimen<br /><br />Y la población<br />Sin entrar<br />En diferencias<br />Existentes<br />Pagara<br /><br />El plato<br />En alguno<br />De los casos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072372413226663068-3385004801211476030?l=nicolasarielguglielmetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nicolasarielguglielmettinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072372413226663068.post-38257855785076780172007-01-20T11:09:00.000-08:002007-01-20T11:10:55.941-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJpM4aBSEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjwzE5LtKtE/s1600-h/lluvia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022192204492392514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJpM4aBSEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjwzE5LtKtE/s320/lluvia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />Dos<br />encapuchados<br />A la altura<br /><br />Del pecho<br />Humedecen<br />Sus labios<br /><br />Lo intuyo<br />A pesar<br />Y escondida<br /><br />Detrás<br />Del muro<br />De aquel<br />Libro<br /><br />Pasado<br />De mano<br />En mano<br /><br />Curioseas<br />Los nombres<br />En los sellados<br /><br />De la biblioteca<br />Y entendes<br />Que no siempre<br /><br />El contexto<br />Hace Al libro</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072372413226663068-3825785578507678017?l=nicolasarielguglielmetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nicolasarielguglielmettinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072372413226663068.post-53420414262981270962007-01-20T11:06:00.000-08:002007-01-20T11:09:25.241-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJoz4aBSDI/AAAAAAAAABE/uLPxPWknL8A/s1600-h/Destino_en_blanco_y_negro_by_dreamergirl.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022191774995662898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJoz4aBSDI/AAAAAAAAABE/uLPxPWknL8A/s320/Destino_en_blanco_y_negro_by_dreamergirl.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />El viento<br />Se conmueve<br />Como un ave<br />En el aspa<br /><br />Nada.<br />Solo la recamara<br />Del cargador<br /><br />El aseo<br />Frontoparietal<br />De la espera<br />Y la coexistencia<br />En un mismo<br /><br />Ambiente<br />De la victima<br />Y el victimario<br /><br />A la larga<br />La misma<br />Sed los hallara<br />impunes </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072372413226663068-5342041426298127096?l=nicolasarielguglielmetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nicolasarielguglielmettinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072372413226663068.post-86097823969519978062007-01-20T11:05:00.000-08:002007-01-20T11:06:49.646-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJoM4aBSCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5JCUkt-hHPE/s1600-h/chicoscomedorc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022191104980764706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJoM4aBSCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5JCUkt-hHPE/s320/chicoscomedorc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />Crios hábiles<br />Enajenados<br />Sobre el leve<br /><br />Sopor<br />De la leche<br />Prolijamente<br /><br />Reposada<br />En tazones<br />Donde las naricitas<br />Al inmiscuirse<br /><br />Obtienen<br />La certera<br />Noción<br />Del infinito<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072372413226663068-8609782396951997806?l=nicolasarielguglielmetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nicolasarielguglielmettinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072372413226663068.post-22978868582981819372007-01-20T10:55:00.000-08:002007-01-20T10:59:07.516-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJmZIaBR_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/teNwa-zNV6E/s1600-h/raros.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022189116410906610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CQm4nrKo6y0/RbJmZIaBR_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/teNwa-zNV6E/s320/raros.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />Eso que chasquea<br />Alla en la cresta,<br />Entre las felulas<br /></div><br /><div>De un rojo tos<br />y se disuelve<br />Contra el sudor<br />Más arduo<br /><br />De la mugre</div><br /><div>y la oscilación<br />De la baba<br />En el monte,</div><br /><div><br />es el necesario<br />Mecanismo<br />De contrafuego<br /><br />Utilizado<br />Para exterminar<br />Las llamas dañinas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072372413226663068-2297886858298181937?l=nicolasarielguglielmetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nicolasarielguglielmettinoreply@blogger.com0