tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316343812011-07-30T13:45:59.361-07:00gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.comBlogger5531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-51206741670948932882009-08-21T11:06:00.000-07:002009-08-21T11:21:16.262-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:24px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><a href="http://elcuadernodegasvegas.blogspot.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">click aquí para ir al</span></b></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;"><a href="http://elcuadernodegasvegas.blogspot.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></b></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><a href="http://elcuadernodegasvegas.blogspot.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">nuevo blog</span></b></a></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5120674167094893288?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-53092463376349200442009-08-12T10:11:00.000-07:002009-08-12T13:28:20.460-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SoL5Z_wQelI/AAAAAAAACjs/X2nbEZWOK2k/s1600-h/lobo_cordero_low.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SoL5Z_wQelI/AAAAAAAACjs/X2nbEZWOK2k/s400/lobo_cordero_low.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369127930784938578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Palpando la suavidad que te arropa</div><div style="text-align: center;">encontré espinas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Entre tus ojos blancos encontré uno rojo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Entre tus llantos encontré una risa escondida,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que me invitó a pasar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y pasé.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pasé y respiré sobre tus fotos antiguas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ladré toda mi furia,</div><div style="text-align: center;">quemé toda tu imagen,</div><div style="text-align: center;">remé hasta donde las aguas caen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sobre la silla descansa tu piel de cordero.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5309246337634920044?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-28308475034780217492009-07-28T12:18:00.000-07:002009-07-28T12:29:15.258-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sm9QFzsSDGI/AAAAAAAACjM/WEk7PFJ2DSM/s1600-h/CONEJO.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sm9QFzsSDGI/AAAAAAAACjM/WEk7PFJ2DSM/s400/CONEJO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363593741927058530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hay algo más que decir?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2830847503478021749?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-86428429493436626982009-07-24T17:53:00.000-07:002009-07-25T13:19:46.135-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Smqw3FJCP2I/AAAAAAAACi8/-4lWgO_QuK4/s1600-h/calcetines.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Smqw3FJCP2I/AAAAAAAACi8/-4lWgO_QuK4/s400/calcetines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362292766657363810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Smqs54h39mI/AAAAAAAACi0/dNYq3R_ctfQ/s1600-h/calcetines2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Smqs54h39mI/AAAAAAAACi0/dNYq3R_ctfQ/s400/calcetines2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362288416764982882" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SmtoJruS_cI/AAAAAAAACjE/SSg-npGRXG8/s1600-h/calcetines3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SmtoJruS_cI/AAAAAAAACjE/SSg-npGRXG8/s400/calcetines3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362494296879726018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009 </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8642842949343662698?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-32287262344159863842009-07-19T21:52:00.000-07:002009-07-19T21:54:16.083-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SmP4GLgUEdI/AAAAAAAACik/vQ8iqTUC0OE/s1600-h/fakebook.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SmP4GLgUEdI/AAAAAAAACik/vQ8iqTUC0OE/s400/fakebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360400766552248786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Welcome to Fakebook.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3228726234415986384?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-43033959210934132602009-07-07T11:30:00.000-07:002009-07-07T12:07:02.828-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SlOU9ipsZnI/AAAAAAAACic/pOdIeO29bZw/s1600-h/laniniaconelgloboarbol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SlOU9ipsZnI/AAAAAAAACic/pOdIeO29bZw/s400/laniniaconelgloboarbol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355788166868264562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">En una siesta de tintes rosados</div><div style="text-align: center;">Palpaste tu rostro con tus finos dedos</div><div style="text-align: center;">en la eterna búsqueda de significados cristalizados en suspiros.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">En una siesta de tintes rosados</div><div style="text-align: center;">araste el trigal, caminando sobre mis pestañas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Acariciaste el césped y desde lejos, lo sentí.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ahora miro el sol, buscando tus pupilas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4303395921093413260?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-39152046992281003312009-07-06T11:45:00.000-07:002009-07-06T11:49:06.219-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SlJGlJDPknI/AAAAAAAACiU/NN55JCrqG20/s1600-h/sumasyrestas1gasvegas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SlJGlJDPknI/AAAAAAAACiU/NN55JCrqG20/s400/sumasyrestas1gasvegas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355420510795567730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pasó, pasa, y siempre pasará.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3915204699228100331?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-77765405445106136132009-06-27T18:32:00.000-07:002009-06-27T20:22:33.088-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SkbUk5K4HQI/AAAAAAAACh0/iBRgA5byml0/s1600-h/3662615993_3399a7c426_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SkbUk5K4HQI/AAAAAAAACh0/iBRgA5byml0/s400/3662615993_3399a7c426_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352198937463233794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bajo setecientas llaves, encerré las notas que escucho cuando hablas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bajo setecientos metros de optimismo enterré los eslabones de angustia que me mantenían aquí.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me mantenían aquí a los pies de la enorme y fría estatua, que a tu imagen y semejanza, me senté a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cincelar</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quiero ver.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quiero.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ver.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7776540544510613613?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-72334488355383907782009-06-17T11:04:00.000-07:002009-06-17T11:19:18.616-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SjkyCjXm8qI/AAAAAAAAChs/g1Vqsvo9Ubo/s1600-h/icanttell.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SjkyCjXm8qI/AAAAAAAAChs/g1Vqsvo9Ubo/s400/icanttell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348361051914564258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mis dedos fríos forman un puño cerrado</div><div style="text-align: center;">que guarda todas las palabras que no puedes abrigar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">En un abrazo vacío, que lleno de significados.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cómo no querer arreglarte,</div><div style="text-align: center;">si con lastimaduras, no haces más que presentarte.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7233448835538390778?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-28191866312221172892009-06-11T11:11:00.000-07:002009-06-11T12:44:54.557-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SjFJcymMZ9I/AAAAAAAAChk/UrwRJvRy1xU/s1600-h/caramelodelimon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SjFJcymMZ9I/AAAAAAAAChk/UrwRJvRy1xU/s400/caramelodelimon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346134991632623570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Había pensado en ese momento que me creerías.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que me querrías.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doblé la esquina y encontré mis heridas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sangrantes, amargas, pero merecidas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El asfalto, salpicado de caramelos de limón.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2819186631222117289?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-33742564252285373112009-06-10T13:52:00.000-07:002009-06-10T16:18:24.041-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SjAdfOn4K0I/AAAAAAAAChc/mpKPWTEtzqA/s1600-h/elprincipitoolvidado_blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SjAdfOn4K0I/AAAAAAAAChc/mpKPWTEtzqA/s400/elprincipitoolvidado_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805180027284290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mientras la lluvia cae, tus ojos se derriten al ver el silencio.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Los árboles son testigos de la agonía vertiginosa que se precipita...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...ante el viento que acaricia tus labios partidos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pequeño príncipe de cristal, olvidado por los metales.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3374256425228537311?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-21380858854298498672009-06-01T01:57:00.000-07:002009-06-01T02:17:31.769-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SiOY7JQDCWI/AAAAAAAAChM/d2rUCoVoXGs/s1600-h/she+has+no+time_medios.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SiOY7JQDCWI/AAAAAAAAChM/d2rUCoVoXGs/s400/she+has+no+time_medios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342281724854471010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Te lo pido, no te vayas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mis sonrisas quieren atarte.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi tacto, bajo la sombra <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">soñarte</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Los tiempos ajenos, mostrarte.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mostrarte que puedo llenar tus siestas de persianas muy cerradas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sacarle brillo a tus pupilas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Darle a tus domingos, muchas almohadas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cubrirte con cien suspiros en una suave corazonada.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Liquid</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Words</span>: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">gasvegas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Pic</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Dreams</span>: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">gasvegas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2138085885429849867?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-28407472832320319812009-05-13T20:48:00.000-07:002009-05-13T21:48:46.452-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SguUwRRlGRI/AAAAAAAACg8/B6uLEDTSdEY/s1600-h/ladyohandbabybunny+medios.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SguUwRRlGRI/AAAAAAAACg8/B6uLEDTSdEY/s400/ladyohandbabybunny+medios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335521740542253330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El abuelo de mi padre me contó una historia.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La historia de Lady Oh y Baby Bunny.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cuando me la contó, lloré oceanos de triste melancolía.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Escuché una historia de injusticia en tonos que mi razón no comprendía.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hoy, tengo la oportunidad de ponerle un final feliz.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ése en el que Lady Oh vive para siempre junto a Baby Bunny.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ése en el que Lady Oh no llora todas las noches al sentir su relicario colgando del cuello.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El relicario que estaba en la canasta el día que encontró a Baby Bunny en el mercado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Baby Bunny, el bebé de huesos rotos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ése final donde no hubo robo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ése final que me dice que no estoy perdiendo el tiempo al sentir.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Huelo el océano muy cerca.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2840747283232031981?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-71864351002093030862009-05-13T00:43:00.000-07:002009-05-13T00:50:19.022-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sgp6YEDOYzI/AAAAAAAACg0/g-tYusLmpFc/s1600-h/breakfast+eyes+medios.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sgp6YEDOYzI/AAAAAAAACg0/g-tYusLmpFc/s400/breakfast+eyes+medios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335211262396490546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sé, que en esos ojos dormí.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que en esos ojos soñé.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que cuando ellos ríen yo soy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">felíz</span>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sé, que el desayuno no te gusta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que no te hace bien.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que cuando sentís el fervor del café, igual lo saboreas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sé, también, que entre tus ojos de desayuno,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y el aroma a tostadas sobre mantel a cuadros,</div><div style="text-align: center;">no hay mucha diferencia.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tus ojos, todo lo que veo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7186435100209303086?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-2234931295674087732009-05-12T18:51:00.001-07:002009-05-12T19:27:50.124-07:00<div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SgoofY0tNgI/AAAAAAAACgs/1d4BE9K6Vn4/s1600-h/bunnycostume_medios.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SgoofY0tNgI/AAAAAAAACgs/1d4BE9K6Vn4/s400/bunnycostume_medios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335121228278347266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Llevo la botella.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Llevo un papel blanco, pequeño, pero que servirá.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El bolígrafo está en mi mochila.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Voy camino al mar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Antes de no desayunar me puse las botas de goma.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Son celestes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Llueve.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Camino sobre las rocas lavadas y arena mojada.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El cielo gris y yo nos queremos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gran Agua me saluda desde lejos, hace ruidos enormes. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Bien grandes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simulo una sonrisa muy transparente.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pestañeo bastante, las lágrimas no me dejan ver.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Malvadas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El papel se moja, es tan débil.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Escribo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Las despedidas son siempre bastante difíciles.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lloro.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi soledad está en el mensaje.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El mensaje sobre el papel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El papel dentro de la botella.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La botella, en mis manos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me pregunto si la vida real es lo cotidiano.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te pregunto si lo cotidiano es real.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trato de adivinar si lo que estoy viviendo lo voy a recordar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Antes de cerrar la botella</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meto las hojas secas que me regaló el otoño.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y con ellas el crujir de mi razón.<blockquote></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El corcho sella mis suspiros.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La botella, navega.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi soledad, ya no es mía.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ahora es sólo soledad.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-223493129567408773?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-11681042669774812952009-04-26T23:38:00.000-07:002009-04-26T23:44:01.034-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SfVS45R2Z1I/AAAAAAAACgI/NoHGz1lTZZ8/s1600-h/one+pure+thought.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SfVS45R2Z1I/AAAAAAAACgI/NoHGz1lTZZ8/s400/one+pure+thought.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329256871464691538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Sólo te digo algo, ella no es de confiar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Yo soy ella.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-¿Tú eres ella?</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Ella soy yo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-¿Eres mi madre?</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Y tu padre.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Los laberintos sólo terminan cuando te dejas descansar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-1168104266977481295?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-83545271861409657392009-04-23T21:09:00.000-07:002009-05-31T18:58:05.598-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SfE79VJwtuI/AAAAAAAACgA/OZHW3RohFJo/s1600-h/iwnatreeagain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SfE79VJwtuI/AAAAAAAACgA/OZHW3RohFJo/s400/iwnatreeagain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328105758992152290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cuando yo era pequeño, fuí semilla.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me pasaba las siestas acurrucado sobre la tierra caliente.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mis amigos no me entendían.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Algunos hasta reían.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pero yo seguí muy quieto, casi inmóvil.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sólo me faltaba dejar de respirar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ansiaba la llegada de la siesta, para ir a esperar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Crecer, quería crecer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bajo la primera brisa de la primavera, sucedió.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Desperté y era un árbol.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pequeño, pero árbol.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Débil, pero verde.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Muy verde.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fuí feliz.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Durante toda mi infancia, sonreía de colores.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La profesora daba clases bajo mi sombra.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mis amigos jugaban cerca mío, para que pudiera verlos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amor amarillo, casi naranja.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8354527186140965739?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-45073500815828726432009-04-21T19:21:00.000-07:002009-04-21T19:23:44.252-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Se5_ZEqWMlI/AAAAAAAACfw/Beh_P6N6D0s/s1600-h/sundae.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Se5_ZEqWMlI/AAAAAAAACfw/Beh_P6N6D0s/s400/sundae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327335477950689874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y me gusta.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4507350081582872643?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-52071299908613932842009-04-21T14:36:00.000-07:002009-04-21T15:02:17.717-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Se49FVl4l2I/AAAAAAAACfo/Pt-4ZOcVoTc/s1600-h/pleasegivemehappynesslp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Se49FVl4l2I/AAAAAAAACfo/Pt-4ZOcVoTc/s400/pleasegivemehappynesslp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327262571130558306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recuerdo que esa mañana el frío se encargó de despertarme.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mis pies descalzos arrugaron la cara al sentir el piso.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Desabrigado, fui a cerrar las ventanas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El viento me miró bastante enojado, es que le divierte helar el departamento.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tocan el timbre.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me acerco a la puerta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Quién es?</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Correo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Correo?</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Correo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Abro, recibo un paquete.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Firmo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La puerta se cierra.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Era un paquete tuyo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y yo tan desabrigado.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tiemblo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El frío y vos tienen ese mismo poder.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Es raro.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El frío se parece tanto a vos, y vos al frío.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El papel madera cae al suelo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Es un disco, un disco de vinilo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sonrío.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Por favor, dame felicidad."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Recita la portada.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sonrío y duele.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y yo tan desabrigado.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5207129990861393284?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-35334369841865089192009-04-18T01:27:00.000-07:002009-04-18T01:55:32.686-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SemTS0cyj2I/AAAAAAAACfg/oxaD5adUVvI/s1600-h/vosyyo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SemTS0cyj2I/AAAAAAAACfg/oxaD5adUVvI/s400/vosyyo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325949985868648290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi equilibrio tiene un límite.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tu nombre, está después de esa línea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">P.D: se ruega disculpar al autor por el gráfico, y por lo escrito.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3533436984186508919?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-40698974621314162732009-04-15T11:14:00.000-07:002009-04-15T11:23:31.594-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SeYktOfAuXI/AAAAAAAACfM/Zr-WsB7-2f0/s1600-h/the_siesta_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SeYktOfAuXI/AAAAAAAACfM/Zr-WsB7-2f0/s400/the_siesta_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324983968813070706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mastiqué toda la angustia, y fuí a parar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bajo un árbol que me quería cuidar</div><div style="text-align: center;">Con sus ramas, me quería abrazar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Con sus hojas, me quería arropar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">En su interior, me quería guardar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A su sombra dormí una siesta,</div><div style="text-align: center;">una siesta de muchas siestas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4069897462131416273?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-88349508251312930662009-04-13T14:14:00.000-07:002009-04-13T16:50:09.382-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SeOtVtu91bI/AAAAAAAACfE/QVdpnwVLZo4/s1600-h/chapter+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SeOtVtu91bI/AAAAAAAACfE/QVdpnwVLZo4/s400/chapter+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324289773047502258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Samuel había decidido vivir su vocación.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El 22 de agosto de hace bastantes años atrás, fue hasta la cocina de su casa.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madre estaba lavando enérgicamente los platos de la cena.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La luna espiaba a través de los grandes ventanales.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Mamá._garabateó con los labios Samuel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Si?_Madre estaba de espaldas, alternando la vista entre los platos y el jardín.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-No iré a la facultad.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madre se detuvo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madre suspiró.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Samuel entrecerraba los ojos, alzó las cejas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madre continuó fregando.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Entonces, explícale a tu madre lo que piensas hacer.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Voy a ser payaso.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Qué? Vas a ser qué?</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Payaso.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Madre gritó.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madre lavando el cuchillo se cortó.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El dedo de Madre, sangra.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Payaso._repitió el eco de la cocina.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Esta bien hijo, esta bien.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Madre dio media vuelta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El dedo de madre, sangra.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Quiero que seas el mejor payaso del universo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Lo seré, mamá, lo seré.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Lo serás.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Madre alzó el dedo entintado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Madre dejó su huella escarlata en la naríz de Samuel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Lo serás.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">.:.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Samuel despertó del sueño, todavía podía sentir el aroma a limón de la espuma.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se evaporaba el brillo de las gotas rojas sobre el azulejo de la cocina.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sintió aquel entusiasmo juvenil, que hoy era muy ajeno.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suspiró, ya había amanecido.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Arrastró los pies hasta el baño.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se observó en el espejo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La sonrisa se había ido.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tal vez, para siempre.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8834950825131293066?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-28955278487979445302009-04-12T22:51:00.000-07:002009-04-12T23:13:40.026-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SeLTHyfh57I/AAAAAAAACe8/3b1zr7l313k/s1600-h/tmh_blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SeLTHyfh57I/AAAAAAAACe8/3b1zr7l313k/s400/tmh_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324049840271910834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Leí en tus labios el recorrer de tu mano, cuando ya estaba estrechando la mía.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Morí en cien suspiros, mientras me mostrabas lo que no veía.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gris. Rosa.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El pasillo esta armado de segundos que llevan al precipicio.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saltamos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Inspirador instantE</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mezclamos nuestras piezas y armamos las verdaderas sonrisas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El viento limpia las tristezas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y las lágrimas hechas trizas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2895527848797944530?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-87130853994979251272009-04-06T11:18:00.000-07:002009-04-06T11:43:38.681-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SdpJEwSGKRI/AAAAAAAACec/oXQO1g3R8_c/s1600-h/domingodetardeeneljardin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SdpJEwSGKRI/AAAAAAAACec/oXQO1g3R8_c/s400/domingodetardeeneljardin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321646255720769810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Caen cubos de colores otoñales sobre el jardín.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Los árboles ancianos relatan historias de hadas y duendes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Colchón de hojas secas, bajo la sombra de tu sonrisa.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aire fresco, ojos cerrados, felicidad.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El césped amarillo ríe, le hacemos cosquillas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Juntos, un abrazo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un abrazo, los dos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8713085399497925127?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-67308823321942754912009-03-27T11:43:00.000-07:002009-03-27T11:55:27.529-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sc0fHS_DmsI/AAAAAAAACeU/_ESsjICvxmU/s1600-h/tomorrowistoday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sc0fHS_DmsI/AAAAAAAACeU/_ESsjICvxmU/s400/tomorrowistoday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317940945210284738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mostrarte palabras escritas en la arenA</div><div style="text-align: center;">Romper la transparente noche sobre tu rostrO</div><div style="text-align: center;">Derretir risas en tus ojoS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Con el color ardiente de tus miradas congeladaS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Es lo que haré.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No te escondas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">:: <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-6730882332194275491?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-46358009875020393792009-03-26T11:16:00.000-07:002009-03-26T11:21:03.278-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/ScvG5inVMgI/AAAAAAAACeM/fE4e8qqzZtI/s1600-h/rebk+by+gas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/ScvG5inVMgI/AAAAAAAACeM/fE4e8qqzZtI/s400/rebk+by+gas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317562476887618050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ayer hubo photo time!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Carnival Prozac Dreams by gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Coming Soon :D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Saludos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4635800987502039379?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-17600597703798148482009-03-25T11:01:00.000-07:002009-03-25T11:25:56.450-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Scp0ZeCdwsI/AAAAAAAACeE/j06fOUjzjqY/s1600-h/INTO+THE+GALAXY.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Scp0ZeCdwsI/AAAAAAAACeE/j06fOUjzjqY/s400/INTO+THE+GALAXY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317190290973246146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Arriba de estas líneas dejo mi fancover del single "Into the Galaxy" de los Midnight Juggernauts </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6SKNEYvZvQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6SKNEYvZvQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y arriba de estas líneas el video del tema.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Espero que les guste, un saludo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-1760059770379814848?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-74906244473454444282009-03-23T22:38:00.000-07:002009-03-23T23:13:39.069-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Schzc_nMHLI/AAAAAAAACdw/tPuzKqOL83U/s1600-h/iwillkillyourcassette_blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Schzc_nMHLI/AAAAAAAACdw/tPuzKqOL83U/s400/iwillkillyourcassette_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316626302060207282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Estiraré la cinta, hasta que ésta salga de colores jamás soñados.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le pasaré la lengua para escuchar tus sueños grabados, tus risas, tus llantos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Olfatearé todos los sonidos del polvo que esta atrapado en ella.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y sobre el césped muerto, amarillo, contrastará la imagen que formaré.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Las formas que deliraste al ver nubes, al comerlas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Todo se vuelve todo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7490624447345444428?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-91531537994915448342009-03-22T22:50:00.000-07:002009-03-22T22:55:45.227-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SccjZLVmuiI/AAAAAAAACdg/GAtVycTO3w8/s1600-h/lesswordsmoreyou.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SccjZLVmuiI/AAAAAAAACdg/GAtVycTO3w8/s400/lesswordsmoreyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256800581270050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Con miedo pediste menos palabras.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Con valentía te despediste de tus manos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sin demora continuaste amando.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Debajo de esa pollera, aún puedo ver dos pies.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-9153153799491544834?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-56881821272625570292009-03-22T22:20:00.000-07:002009-03-22T22:42:18.769-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SccfHyy4s7I/AAAAAAAACdY/Sm4EkGFgh5g/s1600-h/lesswordsmoreyou_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SccfHyy4s7I/AAAAAAAACdY/Sm4EkGFgh5g/s400/lesswordsmoreyou_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316252103888909234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Los bolsillos esperan tus palabras guardadas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tu boca, espera que te muerdas un poco más.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5688182127262557029?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-18039135506947666322009-03-18T21:44:00.000-07:002009-03-18T22:54:09.629-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/ScHRu-s1DiI/AAAAAAAACdQ/vRGTTO6ANGo/s1600-h/icantsayiloveyouanymore_forblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/ScHRu-s1DiI/AAAAAAAACdQ/vRGTTO6ANGo/s400/icantsayiloveyouanymore_forblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314759640309108258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Mientras más arañes la tierra con los dienteS<br />Mayores serán los hilos que harás naceR<br />Esos que me atan a tu tactO<br />Que me silban miel desde lejoS<br />Pero que respiro desde tan cercA<br />Ajeno a contrastes baratoS<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /><a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&quot;ubtn-disabled&quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-1803913550694766632?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-46260036600556173792009-03-13T22:01:00.000-07:002009-03-13T22:50:37.898-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sbs9v0jLl2I/AAAAAAAACdI/_3y4jJ_Elbk/s1600-h/huesoparablog.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/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sbs9v0jLl2I/AAAAAAAACdI/_3y4jJ_Elbk/s400/huesoparablog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312908077182981986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rosado, hueso rosado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Masticable, contínuo, palpable.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ruego a tu aspereza, tragarme con odio.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Estoy descalzo, y te miro.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mis ojos secos, te llaman.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Imploran, te amparan.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No hay caramelos en mis manos, no los hay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rosado, hueso rosado.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mastica mis sentidos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y deja mis pies descalzos para el postre.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2009</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4626003660055617379?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-56492127115861998622009-03-10T10:40:00.000-07:002009-03-10T11:02:44.336-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SbamU3cV9mI/AAAAAAAACc4/vjpfd3q0QaI/s1600-h/msnbunnyforblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SbamU3cV9mI/AAAAAAAACc4/vjpfd3q0QaI/s400/msnbunnyforblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311615687940503138" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">X: Jamás nos vimos.<br />Y: Jamás.<br />X: Pero, yo te quiero. Es posible?<br />Y: Tambien te quiero, asi que... debe ser posible no?<br />X: Es... muy raro.<br />Y: Qué cosa?<br />X: Que te sienta tan cerca, estando tan lejos.<br />Y: Que extrañe abrazarte, cuando nunca lo he hecho...<br />X: Si...<br />Y: Si...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Liquid Words &amp; Pics of Dreams:<br />gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5649212711586199862?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-65016042185710653222009-03-04T09:03:00.000-08:002009-03-04T09:17:29.553-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sa61EtC7BXI/AAAAAAAACcw/uZQadu0vw0M/s1600-h/part+of+me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sa61EtC7BXI/AAAAAAAACcw/uZQadu0vw0M/s400/part+of+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309380103132349810" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Pequeño conejo, al espejo irás.<br />Tu cabeza, contra él, partirás.<br />Trizas llueven sobre azulejos rotos.<br />Molestan en los ojos, tus rojos besos cojos.<br />Todo es parte de un nuevo día.<br />Sé feliz, que también puede relampaguear en tu sonrisa.<br />Sé feliz, que tu cuerpo empolvado de tiza...<br />sangrará todos tus olvidos.<br /><br />Bailemos el silencio, que nos esta escuchando.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-6501604218571065322?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-36972247355540163562009-03-04T08:43:00.000-08:002009-03-04T09:03:17.010-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sa6wxVTL_RI/AAAAAAAACco/cgBcWEtmlUs/s1600-h/here%211.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/Sa6wxVTL_RI/AAAAAAAACco/cgBcWEtmlUs/s400/here%211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309375372294094098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Caminaste bastante sin moverte de lugar.<br />Y encontraste el lugar, donde durmiendo, perderás todos mis sueños.<br />Sin simetría, sin orden, sin filas ni columnas, marcharán al ocre...<br />y desde allí te saludarán, mis sueños, algo tristes.<br /><br />Del ocre al sepia, del sepia al olvido.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3697224735554016356?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-63108962650570986462009-02-26T21:50:00.000-08:002009-02-26T22:26:39.072-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />1-Cuadriculado.<br />2-Exacto.<br />3-Lineal.<br />4-Metálico.<br />5-Gris.<br />6-Frío.<br />7-Vacío.<br />8-Blanco.<br />9-Labios.<br />10-Besos.<br />11-Púrpura.<br />12-Plancha.<br />13-Oscuro.<br />15-Dulce.<br />16-Ojos.<br />17-Morder.<br />18-Sonreír.<br />19-Mirar.<br />20-Esperar<br />21-Roce.<br />22-Contar.<br />23-Escuchar.<br />24-Encender.<br />25-Volar.<br />26-Apagar.<br />27-Repetición.<br />28-Inesperado.<br />29-Acercamiento.<br />30-Lágrima.<br />31-Tiempo.<br />32-Ciudad.<br />33-Luces.<br />34-Abrazo.<br />35-Suspiro.<br />36-Lluvia.<br />37-Duda.<br />38-Corbata.<br />39-Suelo.<br />40-Ruidos.<br />41-Impaciencia.<br />42-Paciencia.<br />43-Gesto.<br />44-Misterio.<br />45-Perfume.<br />46-Ritmo.<br />47-Amarillo.<br />48-Agua.<br />49-Disparador.<br />50-Segundos.<br />51-Edad.<br />52-Año.<br />53-Meses.<br />54-Sepia.<br />55-Somnolencia.<br />56-Almohada.<br />57-Despeinado.<br />58-Dormir.<br />59-Ascensor.<br />60-Bien.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-6310896265057098646?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-6326545805061743192009-02-24T08:28:00.000-08:002009-02-24T08:41:22.563-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Te perdiste.<br />Te perdiste, y todo lo que eso significa, me pega.<br />Me pega con frío en las palmas de las manos.<br />Manos que alguna vez quisieron atestiguar tu presencia.<br />Presencia que hoy, hoy no tiene mirada.<br />La mirada.<br />Ausente.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-632654580506174319?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-80082259161107172402009-02-20T09:37:00.000-08:002009-02-20T11:18:42.783-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZ7tl0pcpNI/AAAAAAAACbw/SzbRkrnhj4w/s1600-h/lassiestasperdidas_blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZ7tl0pcpNI/AAAAAAAACbw/SzbRkrnhj4w/s400/lassiestasperdidas_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304938645132453074" border="0" /></a><br />::<br />Busco las siestas perdidas.<br />Las que he visto empasteladas en ocre, en sombras de árboles.<br />Las que escucho en ladridos cansinos, en el viento que lleva polvo.<br />Y todo lo que no soñé, no lo busco.<br />Porque sé que esta en tus frases.<br />En tus intentos de sonreír.<br />En tu caligrafía pequeña.<br />Y en cómo muerdes mis labios.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8008225916110717240?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-11337901891825441692009-02-19T17:01:00.000-08:002009-02-19T18:01:37.910-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZ4NErFlhZI/AAAAAAAACbo/jzwN4nfQgUY/s1600-h/marqueconcruz1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZ4NErFlhZI/AAAAAAAACbo/jzwN4nfQgUY/s400/marqueconcruz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304691785025815954" border="0" /></a>::<br /><br />- Te quiero<br />- Yo... no puedo quererte.<br />- Por qué no?<br />- Porque me querés.<br /><br />::<br /><br />- Te quiero<br />- Yo... no te quiero.<br />- Es por eso que te quiero.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Todas las anteriores.<br /><br />Me pierdo, me pierdo, en el bosque de ilusiones ajenas.<br />Me pierdo, en el laberinto con fuegos artificiales negros.<br />Me pierdo, en todas las cosas que se me ocurren y me ocurren.<br />Te pierdo cuando me encuentras.<br />Me encuentras cuando te pierdo.<br />Pero siempre, pierdo.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Esto no va a quedar así.<br /><br />::<br /><br />gasvegas<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-1133790189182544169?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-22903393005894796892009-02-15T22:11:00.000-08:002009-02-15T22:35:34.803-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZkEjs7A1AI/AAAAAAAACbg/rPmVxQ0_GoA/s1600-h/boytoy_for_blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZkEjs7A1AI/AAAAAAAACbg/rPmVxQ0_GoA/s400/boytoy_for_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303275047606080514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Escucho cómo tiras de mis hiloS<br />Los suspiros de mi bolsillo lo sienten, gritan tu nombrE<br />El vino barato, derramado, moja mis pieS<br />Espejo carmesí, de atracciones venenosaS<br />Carcomo estas sogas que me unen a la imageN<br />Y pierdo las pistas que me dejan viejas charlaS<br />Que se van, para volveR<br />Para volver cuando deje de contar la misma historiA<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2290339300589479689?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-80346816095132368842009-02-15T21:29:00.000-08:002009-02-15T22:10:40.726-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZj7l-PdhrI/AAAAAAAACbY/YzP9-X0Xg7c/s1600-h/paperbunny_forblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZj7l-PdhrI/AAAAAAAACbY/YzP9-X0Xg7c/s400/paperbunny_forblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303265191010338482" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />De papel y tijeras esta armado tu miraR<br />Siento en la existencia, tus palabras punzantes, el líquido acariciaR<br />Abres texturas tocando con hirvientes filoS<br />Gritar es hacer poco, es hacer poco.<br /><br />Gritar, es hacer poco.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8034681609513236884?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-68983457153755256142009-02-12T01:24:00.000-08:002009-02-12T01:43:43.085-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZPswfJISJI/AAAAAAAACa4/cfOrSX48nHg/s1600-h/orangeboy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZPswfJISJI/AAAAAAAACa4/cfOrSX48nHg/s400/orangeboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301841504082872466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Tengo cosas que contarme...<br />Pagarme las charlas pendientes.<br />Y sobre todo, dejarme hablar.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-6898345715375525614?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-55779917535523144712009-02-10T18:49:00.000-08:002009-02-10T19:26:00.373-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZI9JWwe6lI/AAAAAAAACaw/Qqc9u9NyyWc/s1600-h/love+me_blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SZI9JWwe6lI/AAAAAAAACaw/Qqc9u9NyyWc/s400/love+me_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301366942305544786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Busco y jugueteo con el verde y me imagino tu crepitaR<br />Repito que aunque nunca te ví, te observo en otros rostroS<br />Una vez más salto a las nubes y busco los recuerdoS<br />No quiero tocar el metal, y que me sepa a griS<br />O mirar el amarillo, y saborear la nostalgiA<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /></div></div><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5577991753552314471?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-8451537005862066832009-02-07T10:44:00.000-08:002009-02-07T10:50:39.475-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SY3W8YowjFI/AAAAAAAACao/21c4bCoe20U/s1600-h/iloveyouihateyou_blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SY3W8YowjFI/AAAAAAAACao/21c4bCoe20U/s400/iloveyouihateyou_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300128669378841682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Es increíble cómo una sola cosa te puede hacer sentir dos tan diferenteS<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-845153700586206683?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-21708272356949611252009-02-05T20:52:00.000-08:002009-02-05T21:01:21.875-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYvD5k0U66I/AAAAAAAACag/-kU4ODbLrvQ/s1600-h/mal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYvD5k0U66I/AAAAAAAACag/-kU4ODbLrvQ/s400/mal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299544780434631586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />::<br /><br />No sé cómo escribir bien, que estoy tan maL<br />Frenaste toda la velocidad que venia trayendO<br />Y así quedE<br />Un minúsculo punto rojo en la blanca pareD<br /><br />::<br /><br />gasvegas<br /><br />:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2170827235694961125?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-34102050210957432902009-02-02T12:19:00.000-08:002009-02-02T12:52:01.890-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYdXgBK8eaI/AAAAAAAACZc/DElK65gZfUE/s1600-h/tarjeta-nena_nene.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYdXgBK8eaI/AAAAAAAACZc/DElK65gZfUE/s400/tarjeta-nena_nene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298299694206450082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYdXgFMG-GI/AAAAAAAACZU/mbL0125kvko/s1600-h/tarjeta-nene_nene.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYdXgFMG-GI/AAAAAAAACZU/mbL0125kvko/s400/tarjeta-nene_nene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298299695285074018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYdXf1n9AGI/AAAAAAAACZM/IJ54B2Mx1i4/s1600-h/tarjeta-nena_nena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYdXf1n9AGI/AAAAAAAACZM/IJ54B2Mx1i4/s400/tarjeta-nena_nena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298299691106893922" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />3 tarjetas para San Calentín!<br /><br />Podes descargarlas para imprimir y regalar aquí:<br /><br /><a href="http://fs09n4.sendspace.com/dl/a98f7583cb0828153c3f74dce4d9e194/49875c8569d5e7ac/zbio4n/tarjeta_nena_nene.rar">Tarjeta Nena-Nene</a><br /><br /><a href="http://fs01n3.sendspace.com/dl/ea68086421368866229dd853ff733cb4/498759fc01bd4a8c/xuhiv4/tarjeta_nene_nene.rar">Tarjeta Nene-Nene</a><br /><br /><a href="http://fs01n4.sendspace.com/dl/b2cdbb92efdd66beb8e498e586651167/498758c53a4a4960/8edcrm/tarjeta_nena_nena.rar">Tarjeta Nena-Nena</a><br /><br />::<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3410205021095743290?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-65881175583854617242009-02-02T11:07:00.000-08:002009-02-02T11:46:36.260-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYdFNng96ZI/AAAAAAAACZE/m5EJIftwI1Q/s1600-h/dearstrangermuestra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYdFNng96ZI/AAAAAAAACZE/m5EJIftwI1Q/s400/dearstrangermuestra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298279586872551826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Dear Stranger, can you love me?<br />Pág. 45 de la revista Fashion FACTORY de febrero!<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-6588117558385461724?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-24984342729540005522009-01-30T06:55:00.000-08:002009-01-30T07:01:58.705-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYMVKXuldeI/AAAAAAAACY8/QhQhjz_bomE/s1600-h/tunoviateengana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYMVKXuldeI/AAAAAAAACY8/QhQhjz_bomE/s400/tunoviateengana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297100854630118882" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Si la almohada lo dice, por algo será.<br /><br />::<br /><br />*conmigo<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2498434272954000552?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-41807129378755941352009-01-29T12:27:00.000-08:002009-01-30T06:55:02.967-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYITN5Tpx0I/AAAAAAAACY0/Xk8EgM6kBFY/s1600-h/thebathroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SYITN5Tpx0I/AAAAAAAACY0/Xk8EgM6kBFY/s400/thebathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296817241183602498" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Entré y los azulejos, que eran <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">rojos</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> y no </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">azules</span>, comenzaron a hablaR<br />Algunos me contaban secretos sobre el sabor de la timideZ<br />Otros, sólo me miraban atentos, esperandO<br />Juntos, después de un momento, comenzaron a silbaR<br />Cientos de azulejos rojos <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4hGHlRh_Vg">silbando</a> al vacío, sin miraR<br />Sin poder el sonido soportar, sobre el suelo me tuve que recostaR<br />Allí los azulejos me insultaban al oído, y me lamían con sus lenguas fríaS<br /><br />El resto, no puedo recordar.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4180712937875594135?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-59966650580451516102009-01-23T19:11:00.000-08:002009-01-23T19:24:35.432-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXqHkW56keI/AAAAAAAACYk/fIzw9FeqcC8/s1600-h/spacemonkeyforblog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXqHkW56keI/AAAAAAAACYk/fIzw9FeqcC8/s400/spacemonkeyforblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294693370620973538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />:: Space Monkey ::<br /><br />Space monkey in the place to be<br />Riding in a rocket to a planet of sound<br />shooting the moon, playing dominoes in drag<br />An increase in population of a hundred percent<br /><br />Space monkey in the place to be<br />with a chemical peel and a picture of Mary<br />out on a limb in the carnival of me<br />raising the temperature one hundred degrees<br /><br />we're sown together<br />she’s born to mesmerise<br />beside, astride her<br />I die inside her<br /><br />space monkey in the place to be<br />a mass of contradictions in a golden frame<br />raising the roof in a calamity way<br />completely meretricious of a poke in the eye<br /><br />space monkey in the place to be<br />talk of the town with a Colombian rock<br />out on a limb in the carnival of me<br />raising the temperature 100 degrees<br /><br />we're sown together<br />she’s born to mesmerise<br />beside, astride her<br />I die inside her<br />its far too sacred<br />don’t ever fake it<br />and don’t and don’t and don’t let me down<br /><br />like you let me down before<br />like you let me down before<br /><br />space monkey in the place to be<br />with some free-association and a hole in her head<br />out on a limb in the carnival of me<br />raising the temperature 100 degrees<br /><br /><br />we're sown together<br />she’s born to mesmerise<br />beside, astride her<br />I die inside her<br />it's far too sacred<br />don’t ever fake it<br />and don’t and don’t and don’t let me down<br /><br />like you let me down before<br />like you let me down before<br />like you let me down before<br />like you let me down before<br /><br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: Placebo<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5996665058045151610?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-88937413594732257812009-01-23T12:56:00.000-08:002009-01-23T13:02:22.280-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXowVJSprtI/AAAAAAAACXY/o9wYfAIcLAg/s1600-h/loveflan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXowVJSprtI/AAAAAAAACXY/o9wYfAIcLAg/s400/loveflan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294597451756973778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />::<br /><br />Superfluo pero con movimiento.<br />Me encanta el flan.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8893741359473225781?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-40179993626008700112009-01-20T21:09:00.000-08:002009-01-20T21:20:19.937-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXauXd6DKWI/AAAAAAAACXI/D-qkfm3Q_eU/s1600-h/backtoblack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXauXd6DKWI/AAAAAAAACXI/D-qkfm3Q_eU/s400/backtoblack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293610130208926050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Cuando vi los policías viniendo hacia mí desde la esquina, casi infarté.<br />Mantuve la calma y seguí caminando.<br />Pasaron, me cruzaron y nada.<br />Dí media vuelta y fui hasta ellos, tenía que comprobarlo.<br />-Disculpe, me dice la hora?_pregunté.<br />-13 con 15 minutos._me respondió uno de ellos.<br />-Gracias._dije.<br /><br />Sonriendo me alejé.<br /><br />::<br /><br />gasvegas<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4017999362600870011?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-25957254601676828932009-01-19T01:06:00.000-08:002009-01-19T01:32:21.401-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXRDYA7aGWI/AAAAAAAACXA/RByq_EdlHhM/s1600-h/parte2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXRDYA7aGWI/AAAAAAAACXA/RByq_EdlHhM/s400/parte2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292929541912271202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXRDX6lYhuI/AAAAAAAACW4/I_o2uvQFdVQ/s1600-h/parte3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXRDX6lYhuI/AAAAAAAACW4/I_o2uvQFdVQ/s400/parte3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292929540209280738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXRDXx9nesI/AAAAAAAACWw/HM7SjahqEpo/s1600-h/parteuno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SXRDXx9nesI/AAAAAAAACWw/HM7SjahqEpo/s400/parteuno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292929537895004866" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Aquí van 3 retazos de "Dear Stranger",<br />colaboración para el mes de mi cumpleaños de la<br />nueva revista FashionFACTORY!<br /><br />::<br /><br />Cuando la revista salga subo la ilustración completa y su correspondientes letras líquidas.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2595725460167682893?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-8114535207917329342009-01-07T17:32:00.000-08:002009-01-07T18:48:31.761-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SWVdhox6fcI/AAAAAAAACU0/USlxg-DUKrw/s1600-h/notengoabsolutamentenadaquemostrar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SWVdhox6fcI/AAAAAAAACU0/USlxg-DUKrw/s400/notengoabsolutamentenadaquemostrar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288736169880354242" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Hueco por dentro, vacío por fuerA<br />Yo sólo quiero que me bañen en vidrio líquido color naranja y pretender deliraR<br />Respiro colores fuertes, mastico realidadeS<br />Y aunque una red de palabras teja con los labios, ésta se vuelve nadA<br />Porque eso es lo que soy, nadA<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-811453520791732934?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-36438456471164955472009-01-07T09:24:00.000-08:002009-01-07T09:46:18.356-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SWTllBJaZ0I/AAAAAAAACUs/yU9c7ZazztM/s1600-h/OMGNEW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SWTllBJaZ0I/AAAAAAAACUs/yU9c7ZazztM/s400/OMGNEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288604286565640002" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Veo, quiero.<br />No veo, no existe, no quiero.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2009<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3643845647116495547?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-32057475900127558242009-01-06T08:21:00.000-08:002009-01-06T10:00:22.972-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SWObWEZOqxI/AAAAAAAACUk/_WC8TbwTRIg/s1600-h/dearbunnybemyfriend.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SWObWEZOqxI/AAAAAAAACUk/_WC8TbwTRIg/s400/dearbunnybemyfriend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288241190902082322" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Me preocupa no saber dónde estas.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3205747590012755824?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-57529664743941076372008-12-31T12:05:00.000-08:002008-12-31T12:14:50.276-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SVvR-FccB4I/AAAAAAAACUA/Agg73g6kbcs/s1600-h/happy2009_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SVvR-FccB4I/AAAAAAAACUA/Agg73g6kbcs/s400/happy2009_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286049452192958338" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Uff! Qué 2008!<br />Para quien les escribe fue como un pack de varios años juntos, pasaron muchas cosas.<br />Y bue, hoy, el último día de este, doy un gracias a todos y a todas, y a todo lo que sucedió.<br /><br />Gracias, nos vemos en el 2009, el año genial.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5752966474394107637?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-49804246099394988532008-12-17T20:23:00.000-08:002008-12-17T20:46:42.432-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRvLg4MLI/AAAAAAAACT4/LwQHXVxzAOM/s1600-h/thisisthesummer1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRvLg4MLI/AAAAAAAACT4/LwQHXVxzAOM/s400/thisisthesummer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280982646543364274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRGtNDtgI/AAAAAAAACTw/XS55yVlffEM/s1600-h/thisisthesummer2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRGtNDtgI/AAAAAAAACTw/XS55yVlffEM/s400/thisisthesummer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981951212402178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRGYfueiI/AAAAAAAACTo/McA7Nr57-CE/s1600-h/thisisthesummer3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRGYfueiI/AAAAAAAACTo/McA7Nr57-CE/s400/thisisthesummer3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981945653557794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRGMi4DAI/AAAAAAAACTg/STaCCyFd01w/s1600-h/thisisthesummer4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRGMi4DAI/AAAAAAAACTg/STaCCyFd01w/s400/thisisthesummer4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981942445542402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRGCJw3RI/AAAAAAAACTY/JUHAqit4OXg/s1600-h/thisisthesummer5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRGCJw3RI/AAAAAAAACTY/JUHAqit4OXg/s400/thisisthesummer5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981939655859474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRF16VwpI/AAAAAAAACTQ/DJzt4Qf0D84/s1600-h/thisisthesummer6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUnRF16VwpI/AAAAAAAACTQ/DJzt4Qf0D84/s400/thisisthesummer6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280981936369943186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Este es el verano, el que acaricia mis manos, y las hace transpiraR<br />Me sonríe, queriendo enamorar, mis labios hacer morder, y con risas vibraR<br />Corramos a la arena, el agua esta fría, sus ojos nos llamaN<br />Con cosquillas, tragos dulces y besos, en el mar nos quiere ahogaR<br />Es el verano, que se pretende alejaR<br />Antes da la vuelta y mira, sonríe y mi corazón hace pensaR<br /><br />Y entiendo que el verano, el verano no es de mi exclusividaD<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4980424609939498853?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-62575507390493235482008-12-17T16:16:00.000-08:002008-12-17T16:30:40.684-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUmWnnB0wjI/AAAAAAAACTI/LJ2l1daKN7Q/s1600-h/ionlywantyoursoul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUmWnnB0wjI/AAAAAAAACTI/LJ2l1daKN7Q/s400/ionlywantyoursoul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280917645304316466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Tartamudeo las horaS<br />Palpo tus ojos de maderA<br />Los palpo con obsesióN<br />Las fábricas de algodón se establecen en tus labioS<br />Sus chimeneas evaporan pensamientos raroS<br />Que muerdo, delirando, con dedicacióN<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-6257550739049323548?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-77804273623274757022008-12-16T08:56:00.000-08:002008-12-16T09:09:16.778-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUffMfJRO-I/AAAAAAAACS4/0MuvSnjVmnc/s1600-h/dualkill_low.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SUffMfJRO-I/AAAAAAAACS4/0MuvSnjVmnc/s400/dualkill_low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280434493726997474" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Como arranco la flor de la tierrA<br />Extirpo una vez más el suspiro que no te deja dormiR<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7780427362327475702?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-37427462262071772492008-12-07T20:59:00.000-08:002008-12-07T22:17:12.246-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/STyp2H8votI/AAAAAAAACQ4/pyDXrCxtW0E/s1600-h/one+more+time.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/STyp2H8votI/AAAAAAAACQ4/pyDXrCxtW0E/s400/one+more+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277279610683237074" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Guillermo se levanta todas las mañanas a la misma hora.<br />Guillermo desayuna siempre después de hacer pis y lavarse la cara.<br />Guillermo toma el café en silencio.<br />Guillermo mira la ventana mientras sostiene su taza en el aire, cerca de sus labios.<br />Queda pensando Guillermo...<br /><br />Guillermo sale a la calle, va a trabajar.<br />Guillermo mira la hora, cada cinco minutos.<br />Guillermo sube al ómnibus, paga el pasaje, dice "Gracias."<br />Guillermo no escucha un "De nada"<br />Guillermo se sienta y viaja.<br />El semáforo dice: rojo.<br />Guillermo mira los automóviles detenerse, quiere uno.<br />Guillermo piensa en que siempre siempre va a usar el cinturón de seguridad cuando tenga uno.<br />El semáforo dice: verde.<br /><br />Guillermo llega a la oficina.<br />Guillermo saluda a los que cruza en el camino a su escritorio.<br />Es muy temprano para sonreir.<br />Gris, el trabajo de Guillermo. Muy gris.<br />Qué gris_piensa Guillermo cuando se sienta.<br /><br />Guillermo mira la hora cada cinco minutos.<br />Guillermo quiere salir.<br />Quiere vivir.<br /><br />Vivir es un trabajo_piensa Guillermo_ ¿Por qué no me pagan por vivir?<br />Guillermo tipea mucho en la computadora gris.<br />Guillermo escucha el tipear de todos sus compañeros.<br />Guillermo deja de tipear.<br /><br />Guillermo llega al baño y se pone a llorar.<br />Llora Guillermo, con lágrimas.<br /><br /><br />Ahora sin lágrimas.<br />Llora Guillermo.<br /><br />Guillermo se lava la cara.<br />El día ya va a terminar.<br /><br /><br />Guillermo observa el cielo mientras espera el ómnibus.<br />Es de noche.<br />No hay sol.<br /><br />Viaja de nuevo Guillermo, viaja mucho hasta su casa.<br />Es de noche.<br />No hay sol.<br /><br />Guillermo cena.<br />Guillermo mira las paredes blancas.<br />Guillermo escucha cómo hablan los flourescentes.<br /><br />Guillermo cepilla sus dientes.<br />Guillermo llora.<br />Guillermo duerme.<br /><br />Guillermo sueña, sueña que conoce a un conejo azul, que le dice: Cambiá.<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words &amp; Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3742746226207177249?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-35541067003655661182008-12-07T20:07:00.000-08:002008-12-07T20:20:23.694-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/STyffl9dLaI/AAAAAAAACQw/-FvVbW8ZVTc/s1600-h/comewithme.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/STyffl9dLaI/AAAAAAAACQw/-FvVbW8ZVTc/s400/comewithme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277268228486016418" border="0" /></a>::<br /><br />Hay muchas cosas que quiero colgar en mis paredeS<br /><br />:<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />:<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3554106700365566118?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-13963411479690294092008-11-28T10:27:00.000-08:002008-11-28T10:36:21.478-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/STA5f119rRI/AAAAAAAACPM/-zI4zXrzFwE/s1600-h/barrilete.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/STA5f119rRI/AAAAAAAACPM/-zI4zXrzFwE/s400/barrilete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273778382842998034" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Leo tus "te quiero"<br />y dudo.<br /><br />::<br /><br />gasvegas<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-1396341147969029409?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-35282996081393403902008-11-20T16:39:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:52:49.592-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SSYDnEfRRDI/AAAAAAAACPE/waAwXz9jTnw/s1600-h/gabs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SSYDnEfRRDI/AAAAAAAACPE/waAwXz9jTnw/s400/gabs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270904383638422578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Vivimos esperando, llega, y esperamos algo máS<br />Amantes de la incertidumbrE<br />Sombras hastiadas de costumbrE<br />¿Cuánto más deberé mis labios mordeR?<br />Para respirar mis razones y poderlas entendeR<br /><br />::<br /><br />La necesidad de ser parte del todo me lleva al vacío que en realidad ansíO<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3528299608139340390?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-50512442034627138082008-11-19T06:13:00.000-08:002008-11-19T06:50:04.485-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SSQfsfeZoiI/AAAAAAAACO8/7oOv85li5es/s1600-h/itrytotakethebestofyouandme.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SSQfsfeZoiI/AAAAAAAACO8/7oOv85li5es/s400/itrytotakethebestofyouandme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270372313154036258" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Me mandaste lágrimas disfrazadas de músicA<br />Palabras que dentro llevaban punzantes significadoS<br />No merezco el agua de nievE<br />Y mucho menos el restO<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5051244203462713808?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-4306361467065991512008-11-18T05:53:00.000-08:002008-11-18T06:04:45.166-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SSLJSnK_HeI/AAAAAAAACO0/Hurd6W6i3PY/s1600-h/titapame.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SSLJSnK_HeI/AAAAAAAACO0/Hurd6W6i3PY/s400/titapame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995835566792162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Regalenme muchos alfajores TitA<br />Como Pame, que me quiere y me los regalA<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-430636146706599151?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-62331648963465150472008-11-17T13:55:00.000-08:002008-11-17T14:42:41.983-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SSHyad8ABOI/AAAAAAAACOs/68V3IGmFGKU/s1600-h/noise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SSHyad8ABOI/AAAAAAAACOs/68V3IGmFGKU/s400/noise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269759575526999266" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Tendrías que haber idO<br /><br />Y lo sabes.<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /><br />::<br /><br /><br />gasvegas<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-6233164896346515047?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-54699095813691856452008-11-14T21:16:00.000-08:002008-11-14T21:30:47.427-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SR5bvL6zj6I/AAAAAAAACOk/__e7HP3gI6E/s1600-h/hachaymusica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SR5bvL6zj6I/AAAAAAAACOk/__e7HP3gI6E/s400/hachaymusica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268749480281477026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />::<br /><br />Cuando el cassette se rebobinÓ<br />Mordí el delirio y me salpicó con vientos de un atardecer espectraL<br />Te vi llegaR<br />Trajiste tu cabeza sobre tus hombros y me alegrÉ<br />Me preguntaste por qué sonreía tan feliz y la respuesta me guardÉ<br /><br /><br />Y el hacha, unos kilómetros después, enterrÉ<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5469909581369185645?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-67056809053787964172008-11-13T05:04:00.000-08:002008-11-13T06:42:40.523-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRwm3SDqLrI/AAAAAAAABq4/lKn8JPOpuMg/s1600-h/mature+for+media.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRwm3SDqLrI/AAAAAAAABq4/lKn8JPOpuMg/s400/mature+for+media.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268128395298483890" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Me arropa esta manta tan pesadA<br />Que con tristeza, miedos y decepción está empapadA<br />La conjuro como un preciado regalo de mi egO<br />Y cubro con ella mis sentimientos, para cegarlos y no dejarlos seR<br />Para no dejarlos quereR<br /><br />Y sé que tiempo atras fuí queridO<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-6705680905378796417?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-57588143599001868232008-11-11T14:23:00.000-08:002008-11-11T15:01:14.464-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRoHXvugbtI/AAAAAAAABqw/irqo7ajbqsI/s1600-h/pack+1+ecdg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRoHXvugbtI/AAAAAAAABqw/irqo7ajbqsI/s400/pack+1+ecdg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267530818693131986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Ahora hay miradas cómplices, y risas pintadas de picardíA<br />Todo es más entretenidO<br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5758814359900186823?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-53279460437883100352008-11-07T06:50:00.000-08:002008-11-07T07:14:31.732-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRRYT4fszoI/AAAAAAAABqo/mTJhMBTjkro/s1600-h/ficha+2+para+medios.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRRYT4fszoI/AAAAAAAABqo/mTJhMBTjkro/s400/ficha+2+para+medios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265930962909056642" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Sé que quieres acurrucartE<br />En esta sensación de seguridaD<br />Cerrar los ojos y sonreiR<br />Para las margaritas de siete pétalos deshojaR<br />Sabiendo que siempre te las voy a daR<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5327946043788310035?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-31085260099370888552008-11-06T07:23:00.000-08:002008-11-06T07:50:32.866-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRMPY2_ipaI/AAAAAAAABqg/GbdAU83dhJM/s1600-h/ficha+1+para+medios.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRMPY2_ipaI/AAAAAAAABqg/GbdAU83dhJM/s400/ficha+1+para+medios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265569309079545250" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Apunto a mil direccioneS<br />Y busco mis intencioneS<br />Sólo crujen las miradaS<br />Crujen, crujen desalmadaS<br />Y llaman a lo desconocidO<br />Para sujetarme las muñecaS<br />Exprimirlas hasta las muecaS<br />Y lloraR<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3108526009937088855?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-82396680076826612172008-11-05T07:19:00.000-08:002008-11-05T07:36:43.111-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRG60bPJkMI/AAAAAAAABqY/W1yU4DXT3RY/s1600-h/vuelo+ecdg+jpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SRG60bPJkMI/AAAAAAAABqY/W1yU4DXT3RY/s400/vuelo+ecdg+jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265194849200083138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Y mientras pinto con las manos celestes el cielO<br />Mastico todo el césped que somnoliento puedO<br />Lo arranco de las nubes con pacienciA<br />Me lleno de ilusiones transparenteS<br />De sentimientos aparenteS<br />Con los que quiero formaR<br />Un infinitO granizaDO<br />Para conocerlO<br />TodO<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8239668007682661217?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-18952875293193482642008-11-03T08:00:00.000-08:002008-11-03T11:07:17.378-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SQ8ikpj6m9I/AAAAAAAABp4/lP6mjNkb0HQ/s1600-h/play.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SQ8ikpj6m9I/AAAAAAAABp4/lP6mjNkb0HQ/s400/play.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264464502446529490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />En la terraza corre el viento que cristaliza las emocioneS<br />Libera momentoS<br />Todo fluye sin detenersE<br />Play with me, play with mE<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: Carla Alvarez + Edición gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-1895287529319348264?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-35109005209258170582008-10-22T07:43:00.000-07:002008-10-22T07:52:11.598-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SP88NVr01lI/AAAAAAAABpw/PdE2zUkkrhQ/s1600-h/stepbystep.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SP88NVr01lI/AAAAAAAABpw/PdE2zUkkrhQ/s400/stepbystep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259989089648957010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doy pasos azuleS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dos son multituD</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uno es soledaD</div><div style="text-align: center;">El frio césped que sienten mis pieS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Indican que cada uno de ellos, es de verdaD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3510900520925817058?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-47620308407632079132008-10-16T22:40:00.000-07:002008-10-16T23:17:24.220-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPgozhE357I/AAAAAAAABpo/YMsfA2gfMnw/s1600-h/a+summer+wasting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPgozhE357I/AAAAAAAABpo/YMsfA2gfMnw/s400/a+summer+wasting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257997430472304562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">::<br /><br />Burbujean en mis manoS<br />Las marcas del pasadO<br />Que tienden a derretir mi miraR<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4762030840763207913?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-88369404062041763752008-10-16T22:22:00.000-07:002008-10-16T22:40:20.979-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPgjMtJ--tI/AAAAAAAABpg/9MFZUk7IoNM/s1600-h/refreshing+the+warm+lips.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPgjMtJ--tI/AAAAAAAABpg/9MFZUk7IoNM/s400/refreshing+the+warm+lips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257991266141928146" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Ya no le arrancará los saludoS<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8836940406204176375?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-67771166510123103742008-10-16T22:10:00.000-07:002008-10-16T22:22:22.051-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPggAXaCJ1I/AAAAAAAABpY/AXpi3h8mOrg/s1600-h/comewithme2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPggAXaCJ1I/AAAAAAAABpY/AXpi3h8mOrg/s400/comewithme2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257987755610351442" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />He sido mordido, pero no muerdO<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: Carla Alvarez + Edición gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-6777116651012310374?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-90047153716297004472008-10-16T21:56:00.000-07:002008-10-16T22:09:04.610-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPgbLpzBSbI/AAAAAAAABpQ/qzNgNHHBmIM/s1600-h/postive+tension.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPgbLpzBSbI/AAAAAAAABpQ/qzNgNHHBmIM/s400/postive+tension.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257982451967412658" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Cuando los cables se tensaron, las miradas se dispararoN<br />La violenta ráfaga de palabras piramidales se fragmentO<br /><br />Es por eso que la miel es transparentE<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: Carla Alvarez + Edición gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-9004715371629700447?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-40886362318136137592008-10-15T07:52:00.000-07:002008-10-15T08:07:56.037-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPYEUbxrRxI/AAAAAAAABpA/9tuzzlnG9To/s1600-h/killthetamagotchis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPYEUbxrRxI/AAAAAAAABpA/9tuzzlnG9To/s400/killthetamagotchis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257394364101642002" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Bit por biT<br />Kill the f*ckin´ tamagotchI<br /><br />::<br /><br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4088636231813613759?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-76500532331477412462008-10-15T07:31:00.000-07:002008-10-15T07:51:27.520-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPYBs5v5bZI/AAAAAAAABo4/LKRekRsNTyE/s1600-h/FORTHEFUTURE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPYBs5v5bZI/AAAAAAAABo4/LKRekRsNTyE/s400/FORTHEFUTURE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257391485929221522" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />La pequeña cápsulA<br />Sólo quiere llegar al futurO<br />Pensamientos propios, ahora ajenos, del pasadO<br />Pican las hojas de otoños caramelizadoS<br />Y cristalizan el olvidO<br /><br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7650053233147741246?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-74746979817982278822008-10-11T16:24:00.000-07:002008-10-11T18:02:45.879-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPFMJ1XYSFI/AAAAAAAABow/yM3iGBMjbxQ/s1600-h/dialogo+numero+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SPFMJ1XYSFI/AAAAAAAABow/yM3iGBMjbxQ/s400/dialogo+numero+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256065971945752658" /></a><br /><div>::</div><div><br /></div><div>Diálogo número tres .- </div><div><br /></div><div>::</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Gran colchón blanco en  suelo gris, J se ubica en una esquina del mismo, R en la contigua. J mira al público, R mira a J.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">::</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>R: sólo pido que me hables.</div><div>J: hablo.</div><div>R: y no estas.</div><div>J: hablo.</div><div>R: pero no me dices nada.</div><div><br /></div><div>(pausa) R sigue mirando fijamente a J, se acerca un poco, no mucho.</div><div><br /></div><div>J: te quiero</div><div>R: te quiero</div><div>J: mucho.</div><div>R: pero no es suficiente (sonrie), no es suficiente.</div><div>J: no es suficiente?</div><div>R: a veces no.</div><div>J: las demostraciones se venden por separado.</div><div>R: las demostraciones, no las puedo comprar.</div><div>(pausa)</div><div>J: las demostraciones, no las puedo vender.</div><div>(pausa)</div><div>R: (se acerca y mira a J, se pone de pie) te quiero</div><div>J: mucho.</div><div>R: (se aleja caminando, sale.)</div><div>(pausa)</div><div>J: mucho.</div><div><br /></div><div>::</div><div><br /></div><div>Telón</div><div><br /></div><div>::</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">(c) 2008</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7474697981798227882?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-88895858903238295952008-10-10T09:23:00.000-07:002008-10-10T09:46:41.624-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SO-FKZmqEqI/AAAAAAAABoo/4agAaXn7Zls/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SO-FKZmqEqI/AAAAAAAABoo/4agAaXn7Zls/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255565703882871458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El sol ya no estaba en el cielO</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cuando me regalaron un árbol bebÉ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hoy mi almohada se viste con perfumE</div><div style="text-align: center;">De tierra húmeda y todo el gris de las nubeS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8889585890323829595?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-51519604630209885482008-09-30T19:09:00.000-07:002008-09-30T19:43:14.093-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SOLcJPUS07I/AAAAAAAABoE/TR4EHEWTUcw/s1600-h/gasvegas+by+alba+acosta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SOLcJPUS07I/AAAAAAAABoE/TR4EHEWTUcw/s400/gasvegas+by+alba+acosta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252002166756004786" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Suspiro mil sombraS<br />Goteo repetidamente todo el amor que tenía para daR<br />Mis puños se cierran hasta que mis sueños hacen quebraR<br />Trazo las líneas divisorias en el gran mapa de mi corazóN<br />En el cual grandes campos de rojos arboleS<br />Murieron sin saberlO<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: Alba Acosta<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5151960463020988548?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-37289322323671065022008-09-26T16:06:00.000-07:002008-09-26T16:15:09.082-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SN1rVA6CHPI/AAAAAAAABn8/Xa-h2Z-FV8Q/s1600-h/winterdreams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SN1rVA6CHPI/AAAAAAAABn8/Xa-h2Z-FV8Q/s400/winterdreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250470749348699378" border="0" /></a><br />::<br /><br />Lamen todos mis dedoS<br />Todos estos fríos sueñoS<br /><br />Se atan a mi sin pedir permisO<br />Como las ilustraciones que un pianista hacer nunca quizO<br /><br />Encastran las gotas de agua, molecular asimetríA<br />La pared se cansó de contar los díaS<br /><br />::<br /><br />Ya es hora de verte de cercA<br /><br />::<br /><br />Liquid Words: gasvegas<br />Pics of Dreams: gasvegas<br />(c) 2008<br /><br />::<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3728932232367106502?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-49994934162397021382008-09-26T13:57:00.000-07:002008-09-26T14:01:08.110-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SN1Mw2EztMI/AAAAAAAABn0/ZN6vxvnQeTc/s1600-h/500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SN1Mw2EztMI/AAAAAAAABn0/ZN6vxvnQeTc/s400/500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250437142616978626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">500 posts!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-4999493416239702138?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-19913310481114521742008-09-25T17:31:00.000-07:002008-09-25T21:19:57.702-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNxgn-dy1EI/AAAAAAAABns/l2NK60gITKc/s1600-h/ventana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNxgn-dy1EI/AAAAAAAABns/l2NK60gITKc/s400/ventana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250177505506284610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Te quiero messengeR</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-1991331048111452174?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-51201632428826524052008-09-25T17:17:00.001-07:002008-09-25T17:27:39.928-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNwsB_LejVI/AAAAAAAABnk/eHypGnmZ9e8/s1600-h/vox+by+gasvegas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNwsB_LejVI/AAAAAAAABnk/eHypGnmZ9e8/s400/vox+by+gasvegas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250119678258220370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">VOX por gasvegas para Ojo de Pez</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5120163242882652405?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-80133000390136138212008-09-24T22:30:00.000-07:002008-09-24T22:39:24.654-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNsiaefUq8I/AAAAAAAABnc/igaXcDTZm4M/s1600-h/thereisaworldinsideofme.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNsiaefUq8I/AAAAAAAABnc/igaXcDTZm4M/s400/thereisaworldinsideofme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249827628886830018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hay un mundo dentro míO</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lleno de carameloS</div><div style="text-align: center;">PicnicS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Con olor a lápices nuevoS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y muchas cosas más que el sueño no me deja contaR</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sólo me pide que acaricie las sábanaS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para poder encontrarnos en sueñoS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y viajaR</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8013300039013613821?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-22844983162376596362008-09-24T15:19:00.000-07:002008-09-24T15:22:12.462-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNq9DXTfj1I/AAAAAAAABnU/jdj4CAmJ_mA/s1600-h/thenightiswaitingyou.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNq9DXTfj1I/AAAAAAAABnU/jdj4CAmJ_mA/s400/thenightiswaitingyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249716181146767186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">18:18</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toca aprender a cocinaR</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2284498316237659636?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-75475804763454995652008-09-24T14:49:00.000-07:002008-09-24T15:18:51.540-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNq8fcqQsuI/AAAAAAAABnM/05dKHP3xCpQ/s1600-h/comewithmeanddie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNq8fcqQsuI/AAAAAAAABnM/05dKHP3xCpQ/s400/comewithmeanddie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249715564109148898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Líneas que marcan con fuego las cosas que trago con mucho hielO</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7547580476345499565?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-26802113837593051482008-09-24T14:24:00.000-07:002008-09-24T14:49:00.643-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNqwDsIxxmI/AAAAAAAABnE/lvB9mxUNzrE/s1600-h/firstday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNqwDsIxxmI/AAAAAAAABnE/lvB9mxUNzrE/s400/firstday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249701893087807074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me estoy despegandO</div><div style="text-align: center;">Esperando adherirme máS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2680211383759305148?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-3309337209852349622008-09-23T14:08:00.000-07:002008-09-23T14:14:44.779-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNlazxQc23I/AAAAAAAABm0/LY8EVF0FmJs/s1600-h/imsofuckin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNlazxQc23I/AAAAAAAABm0/LY8EVF0FmJs/s400/imsofuckin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249326686119189362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LlamamE</div><div style="text-align: center;">QueremE</div><div style="text-align: center;">SaturamE</div><div style="text-align: center;">EmpalagamE</div><div style="text-align: center;">AcompañamE</div><div style="text-align: center;">HablamE</div><div style="text-align: center;">EscribimE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Existamos juntoS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: Jeyu Ballasch + Edición gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-330933720985234962?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-71199506878417251002008-09-23T13:43:00.000-07:002008-09-23T13:50:57.600-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNlVFWx8TcI/AAAAAAAABms/bSXR6bkx-eM/s1600-h/stepbystep.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNlVFWx8TcI/AAAAAAAABms/bSXR6bkx-eM/s400/stepbystep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249320391179783618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Todo va a estar bieN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7119950687841725100?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-53826862150590971342008-09-18T17:05:00.000-07:002008-09-18T17:29:09.513-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNLxhp2Bu5I/AAAAAAAABmk/bVdgFsBesnQ/s1600-h/thatcomeswithme.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNLxhp2Bu5I/AAAAAAAABmk/bVdgFsBesnQ/s400/thatcomeswithme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247522076310485906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Imaginate que te duele algo que no te duelE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-5382686215059097134?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-37263679711989508422008-09-17T21:30:00.001-07:002008-09-17T21:57:44.524-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNHamMWH-MI/AAAAAAAABmc/fLVopLpaYh4/s1600-h/ATgAAACOq4dL3Ae44Jy6-qav7l63ZY_cjYmNTe1j62-l_RUpTaXupdZCaZ7k4v0b3q1Lfw_6OlERLhr5kTWqf0BuNQSAAJtU9VA7R5q7-afDU2nBL6eIBOJX7t4DXQ.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNHamMWH-MI/AAAAAAAABmc/fLVopLpaYh4/s400/ATgAAACOq4dL3Ae44Jy6-qav7l63ZY_cjYmNTe1j62-l_RUpTaXupdZCaZ7k4v0b3q1Lfw_6OlERLhr5kTWqf0BuNQSAAJtU9VA7R5q7-afDU2nBL6eIBOJX7t4DXQ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247215390547245250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ya los escuchaba SebastiáN</div><div style="text-align: center;">Todos gritandO</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pidiendo entre risas que vaya saltandO</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que mastique el césped antes de dormiR</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Vamos Sebastián, mastica el césped, mastícalo._mandaron las voces</div><div style="text-align: center;">-No puedo, esta muy frío._dijo de rodillas</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Podría estar peor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Es verdad, pero esta muy frío.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Mastícalo!_gritaron algo enfadadas</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Que no! No quiero! No quiero!_ vociferó el chico</div><div style="text-align: center;">-Entonces... le diremos al césped que te mastique a tí.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-3726367971198950842?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-71549546412451414322008-09-17T21:30:00.000-07:002008-09-17T21:33:25.685-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNHZe3tyHNI/AAAAAAAABmU/sHJx3YZ1-g4/s1600-h/ATgAAADrIdPOipRjo98FW4a83rYJi7IjeyZiXflEH6NH1elvPbs2Ce3Z2f_5Ci1bS0KXKRxSBfO6U7C0VoMx9FfVM3ZRAJtU9VAGsuz6sOZyz42IoTxF-P2ubwqdyQ.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNHZe3tyHNI/AAAAAAAABmU/sHJx3YZ1-g4/s400/ATgAAADrIdPOipRjo98FW4a83rYJi7IjeyZiXflEH6NH1elvPbs2Ce3Z2f_5Ci1bS0KXKRxSBfO6U7C0VoMx9FfVM3ZRAJtU9VAGsuz6sOZyz42IoTxF-P2ubwqdyQ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247214165238619346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hoy sí que tuve que flotaR</div><div style="text-align: center;">Después de rasparme las rodillas con las nubes de concretO</div><div style="text-align: center;">Callo y aceptO</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Las cosas estan bien, porque quiero que esten bieN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7154954641245141432?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-72254480425775608042008-09-17T14:36:00.000-07:002008-09-17T14:42:05.063-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNF5RaRCXXI/AAAAAAAABmM/jPaMiYJmW5I/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SNF5RaRCXXI/AAAAAAAABmM/jPaMiYJmW5I/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247108380878855538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">TAC</div><div style="text-align: center;">No me agredas máS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soy feliz siendo feliZ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: Jeyu Ballasch + Edición gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-7225448042577560804?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-29231084374031491782008-09-15T22:07:00.000-07:002008-09-15T22:13:02.788-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SM8_k4jNeRI/AAAAAAAABmE/dtyNRhCX88c/s1600-h/givemelove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SM8_k4jNeRI/AAAAAAAABmE/dtyNRhCX88c/s400/givemelove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246481993797826834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lo rojo es lo que pidO</div><div style="text-align: center;">3 minutos para terminaR</div><div style="text-align: center;">Morder es lo geniaL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-2923108437403149178?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31634381.post-84124227064732043722008-09-15T10:54:00.000-07:002008-09-15T12:29:26.070-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SM6hg80SdXI/AAAAAAAABl8/FR7mSsOyVDE/s1600-h/TAKEMYHAND.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYF7y3Kkpqs/SM6hg80SdXI/AAAAAAAABl8/FR7mSsOyVDE/s400/TAKEMYHAND.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246308203386533234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yo sólo quiero compartir momentos con voS</div><div style="text-align: center;">Crear recuerdos que involucren pensamientos de los doS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Liquid Words: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pics of Dreams: gasvegas</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">::</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31634381-8412422706473204372?l=elcuadernodegaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gasvegashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10669650531423982142noreply@blogger.com1