tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1799149186758065002024-02-06T20:16:21.714-08:00aja en obrasLo que hago, un poco de arte digital y reflexiones poéticas con todo lo que ello NO significaaja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-81284618078661569282008-11-08T06:10:00.000-08:002008-11-08T06:11:28.075-08:00Espacio para el amorViste, el agujero negro <br />no fue tan malo después de todo.<br />Caímos sí, <br />en un sopor narcótico,<br />pero nos despertamos <br />como cometas transparentes<br />y en este nuevo día, <br />con siete lunas de amonio,<br />nuestro deseo de más <br />parece inalterable.<br /><br />Flotemos entonces,<br />hasta el menoscabo de los músculos,<br />hasta la abolición de los puntos cardinales<br />hasta el extravío de las desmedidas,<br />más allá del espacio exterior,<br />donde hasta perduren las mentiras<br />o las etéreas excusas de esta inerte elegía.<br /><br /><br />Viste, pasó el Big Bang, <br />quisiste aquella estrella fugaz <br />y entendiste, <br />después de llamar a otra constelación <br />con tu segundo nombre,<br />que ante nosotros<br />el universo sigue siendo bastante poco.<br />Algo escaso para una única mujer,<br />y demasiado exiguo para un solo hombre.aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-89027104820144489362008-11-08T06:07:00.000-08:002008-11-08T06:09:30.041-08:00Boquerón doble boca y Camarón Bipolar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkA8uoSjv9ITf9LTJvxqtKMH8k3tTJNGFsPYo3BbwgLuzxMrq6eypAuOAlTjFbvHVEyawn3w_R5OeZzKo45xKMe6ODNvdJMN6eFqD4ROGMli4hctk3xr7a8eFTi1_LdH_W9K2EYe3br1A/s1600-h/Camaron+bipolar.png"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcvDw5A3XE66M_EPwevZmEiQCfwMwR4JDb6RTWprgxK5QfOsQ4-uTVuNr2UxLSQN6-UMH-CfUgmLyHU0AFKdFQCTaS1ZHJ7AX7KUijiBYjPgIR1HaFBJi-dUMIEKNjyM7XyNhPyDAAiE/s320/la+rosa+que+se+comio+el+sol.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265159878062192818" /></a>aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-38489390810404894622008-11-05T04:52:00.000-08:002008-11-05T04:56:36.436-08:00EL CANARIO Y YOEn un balcón vecino el canario canta dentro de su jaula.<br />Un múltiple estallido de fuegos artificiales a la distancia, lo silencia.<br />Se acerca un nuevo año, esa misma noche,<br />y una suposición precisa me aborda.<br />Salto de un balcón al otro sin mirar al vacío y abro la jaula.<br />Estático, a través de nuestro único espacio sin rejas, <br />el canario me mira sin cantar.<br />Ambos sabemos que no vamos a ningún lado.aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-6633206390106129042008-10-30T07:38:00.000-07:002008-11-05T04:59:52.185-08:00"retrato VI" Santiago Vivanco<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMCaVN3mJXyrbORePq9kg8nQ2YKJcy12bXdclvJhLexyaLNhd0SVKVNIHfiC9wAhZshqksF0NMUBE6w-lNQaZ1Ox0c-QWTjT-c_GvhrKQmBI376lhaNCTz_PCOC-EasRRZsL6qeOIuZc/s1600-h/michi15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262956776193200002" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS8xqWclUE1NMvzerWZmkdOvKPTnScj5SOT-6Mq_5WBLlKhnc5HfXcTp_gxQ4A7-s2CSGYUTyd_HShvTQd6yoQU8M5_ivyhPlq3gw3H2wulEqlIz_6JGoTGcCiuWjx0nde82vKD9Os3R8/s320/michi11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-25649316311223778062008-10-29T12:02:00.000-07:002008-11-05T05:02:49.332-08:00" retrato III" Luquitas y el Nehuen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisy38UnfgTbCQFCGtyl_PKw1_dHPYKU1g9biUy2Jrs_q_IjEGeEz7b5hhJkHKE30nshE0rvxYRljnRzPhZRAESKR8l2jDaFWgE2bR6dA-zHdWEGTrZurY15J-FUuodsPPGrVTrhjy3rFo/s1600-h/michi10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262653239653989746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisy38UnfgTbCQFCGtyl_PKw1_dHPYKU1g9biUy2Jrs_q_IjEGeEz7b5hhJkHKE30nshE0rvxYRljnRzPhZRAESKR8l2jDaFWgE2bR6dA-zHdWEGTrZurY15J-FUuodsPPGrVTrhjy3rFo/s320/michi10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-60598528570621310202008-10-29T12:00:00.000-07:002008-11-05T05:03:43.790-08:00"retrato II" Hugo y Matilde Urtubey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24cLeooIYFk-boG3i0mgJKy8ZdpdgFTRhLDS3CCA6OegoPCbAcAYqEb7zIN6wXzeIQQWGAQ3CHu50C4gRuHnu5RCBig9_yF__1az1AbavmznTZwbsE7Katl51nsZcFcb6Uv8ZF65Gwfk/s1600-h/michi9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262652888775050322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24cLeooIYFk-boG3i0mgJKy8ZdpdgFTRhLDS3CCA6OegoPCbAcAYqEb7zIN6wXzeIQQWGAQ3CHu50C4gRuHnu5RCBig9_yF__1az1AbavmznTZwbsE7Katl51nsZcFcb6Uv8ZF65Gwfk/s320/michi9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-80078511232083179362008-10-29T11:58:00.000-07:002008-10-29T11:59:30.492-07:00"pez globo"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTwuCQlVgGXeT0ux93cBUas06xs9Z1djkXjPWS9tFFenaCeZd-B6BRlM_C5KUhAC6FNDL8eGNjKB0vH5TjdMZUw8GjI5Ck-J4srkOT7tJydmHxN1OIsdFqdwwtYBGa40J4p8kz7MSzX0/s1600-h/michi5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262652423298559458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTwuCQlVgGXeT0ux93cBUas06xs9Z1djkXjPWS9tFFenaCeZd-B6BRlM_C5KUhAC6FNDL8eGNjKB0vH5TjdMZUw8GjI5Ck-J4srkOT7tJydmHxN1OIsdFqdwwtYBGa40J4p8kz7MSzX0/s320/michi5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-63741786241515331082008-10-29T11:50:00.000-07:002008-11-05T05:04:37.360-08:00"retrato I" Caro Malbran (mi amor)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOQQugE-s9d11uJ9WTacWJPY1MS6Uk0ZByw0pZ0x0phjvTTNhLonjULsQfSHoUoHrEZeB3b9bBo7LA1vJtjqR7XmAM6QZkylsqIHmc2LvJiOLWyEDvC1kFd9PBpg3wMvLOv_LjLSxGf8/s1600-h/mi+amor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262650521865280322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOQQugE-s9d11uJ9WTacWJPY1MS6Uk0ZByw0pZ0x0phjvTTNhLonjULsQfSHoUoHrEZeB3b9bBo7LA1vJtjqR7XmAM6QZkylsqIHmc2LvJiOLWyEDvC1kFd9PBpg3wMvLOv_LjLSxGf8/s320/mi+amor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-43861118722999070702008-10-29T11:49:00.000-07:002008-10-29T11:50:15.516-07:00"mano verde"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbX1goSoU62ZrE7O9sxQ28_c9Gu6MyCB0meiiUq3QMf3YmT1mZqt-r86dqRUAfZ17Ugs2cI_DHv4CQi2HNjn0DbYbjoQWMJ26mrmX4mISfVGs1YtttwRUYB77uqus6c4TR6lxkuoIOc8/s1600-h/mano+verde.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262650045116250594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbX1goSoU62ZrE7O9sxQ28_c9Gu6MyCB0meiiUq3QMf3YmT1mZqt-r86dqRUAfZ17Ugs2cI_DHv4CQi2HNjn0DbYbjoQWMJ26mrmX4mISfVGs1YtttwRUYB77uqus6c4TR6lxkuoIOc8/s320/mano+verde.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-26457486561550246092008-10-29T11:47:00.000-07:002008-10-29T11:49:14.819-07:00"madonna de nadie"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_28B3adUUYI0YONYzedtzVUZ_Pnd7xg83gIG9ROWoJ7h2befgsQQVTIOnilUZVirHtScYT9zRYS-IyE1gTD083oHfhw8jwyeDRB0HHBMDVnwV_f2xjVWt5z48lE6htg9GiVHIDTSRp0/s1600-h/madonna+de+nadie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262649660460344514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_28B3adUUYI0YONYzedtzVUZ_Pnd7xg83gIG9ROWoJ7h2befgsQQVTIOnilUZVirHtScYT9zRYS-IyE1gTD083oHfhw8jwyeDRB0HHBMDVnwV_f2xjVWt5z48lE6htg9GiVHIDTSRp0/s320/madonna+de+nadie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179914918675806500.post-34052130963237854272008-10-28T17:06:00.000-07:002008-10-28T17:09:06.760-07:00"cubo imperfecto de mandarina"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZY7CCDzKanftVhdPUW75Iadh7j11Y14YVej8vZ1nlymtn4aeHAOYcvJLbIED6eMXQgKl_LvEH4gYoN1PediW8Uwdt93JMvJnHnH5KPdsvUloc4OGbhECZ5Q7GnipWiprxJZvniJJstQ/s1600-h/cubo+imperfecto+de+mandarina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360771633628690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZY7CCDzKanftVhdPUW75Iadh7j11Y14YVej8vZ1nlymtn4aeHAOYcvJLbIED6eMXQgKl_LvEH4gYoN1PediW8Uwdt93JMvJnHnH5KPdsvUloc4OGbhECZ5Q7GnipWiprxJZvniJJstQ/s320/cubo+imperfecto+de+mandarina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>aja en obrashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02291945782182598793noreply@blogger.com0