tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91673589543184077152011-10-06T21:53:20.123-03:00J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.comBlogger1241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-4013138382341861772011-10-02T22:03:00.001-03:002011-10-02T22:04:25.200-03:00<div align="center">El éxito se mide con los ojos de otros.</div><br /><div align="center">La felicidad con los propios.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-401313838234186177?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-84432761390994073972011-10-02T22:02:00.001-03:002011-10-02T22:03:00.000-03:00<div align="center">La perfección </div><br /><div align="center">es un horizonte</div><br /><div align="center">sin camino</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8443276139099407397?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-76332284332236112892011-10-02T22:00:00.001-03:002011-10-02T22:02:05.293-03:00La probabilidad de ocurrencia de un suceso es 100 o 0.<br />La probabilidad que calculamos es la que tenemos de acertar nuestra predicción.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7633228433223611289?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-36119333276247452082011-10-02T18:48:00.002-03:002011-10-02T18:50:15.519-03:00<div align="center">La paranoia es el mejor método</div><br /><div align="center">para agudizar la búsqueda</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-3611933327624745208?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-58595643395784943782011-05-15T19:27:00.002-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.078-03:00<div align="center">La raíz que me da seguridad</div><br /><br /><div align="center">me inmoviliza</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5859564339578494378?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-13759606054448124742011-05-10T22:12:00.002-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.078-03:00<div align="center">El instinto domina tontamente al intelecto.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">El cerebro, negador, lo llama decisión.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1375960605444812474?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-45905530719575508432011-04-11T22:28:00.002-03:002011-04-11T22:33:45.589-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">La creencia</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">se nutre</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">de una carencia</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4590553071957550843?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-70705758249205409612011-04-11T22:19:00.002-03:002011-04-11T22:32:24.872-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Hoy es un poco ayer.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">El presente es un futuro posible pasado.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">El arrepentimiento es otro futuro posible pasado.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7070575824920540961?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-6968043131648598572011-04-11T22:16:00.002-03:002011-04-11T22:31:26.709-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">La libertad</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">es una cárcel</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">individual</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-696804313164859857?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-17908724874828737832011-04-11T22:10:00.007-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.078-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">El presente </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">es un recuerdo fugaz </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">del ahora</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1790872487482873783?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-21641675604345815502011-04-11T22:09:00.003-03:002011-04-11T22:34:55.442-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">El sentimiento</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">es el alter ego</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">del instinto</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-2164167560434581550?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-78206823895486710352011-04-11T22:07:00.002-03:002011-04-11T22:35:02.761-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">La certeza frecuenta más</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">a los necios</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">que a los experimentados</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7820682389548671035?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-56600565594075376482011-03-28T21:52:00.004-03:002011-05-27T23:05:47.262-03:00<div align="center">La fe es una forma ¿positiva? de negación.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5660056559407537648?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-29596464398135718222011-03-22T22:58:00.001-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.079-03:00<div align="center">El acobardado instante </div><br /><div align="center">que apaga un deseo</div><br /><div align="center">enciende una esperanza</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-2959646439813571822?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-14543668247470995092011-03-22T22:49:00.001-03:002011-03-22T22:52:19.292-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Búsqueda de oportunidades</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">en el pasado</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1454366824747099509?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-13344084419307886262011-03-22T22:45:00.003-03:002011-03-22T22:52:58.207-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">El presente es un posible futuro pasado.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">El arrepentimiento es la observación </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de otro futuro posible pasado.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1334408441930788626?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-84126935190690090992011-03-21T19:28:00.001-03:002011-05-27T23:13:54.285-03:00<div align="center">La sombra es</div><div align="center">mientras su <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conciencia</span> </div><div align="center">le permite negar la existencia </div><div align="center">de la luz que le da vida.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8412693519069009099?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-73063930532896545022011-01-26T22:06:00.006-03:002011-03-22T22:26:55.858-03:00<div align="center">La fe se convierte en victimario</div><div align="center">cuando la ignorancia la invita</div><div align="center">a asesinar las riendas de los destinos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7306393053289654502?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-47629600736558524382011-01-02T18:43:00.004-03:002011-03-22T22:27:31.966-03:00<div align="center">La pretensión es</div><div align="center">el crepúsculo del deseo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4762960073655852438?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-42792747419542686232011-01-02T18:33:00.002-03:002011-10-02T22:04:56.171-03:00<div>La diferencia entre la razón natural y la del hombre genera el malentendido entre causa-efecto e injusticia.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4279274741954268623?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-28897145395110759442010-12-31T00:00:00.008-03:002011-08-25T22:44:52.028-03:00<div align="center">El tiempo</div> <br /><div align="center">finalmente decide</div> <br /><div align="center">y les presta un disfraz</div> <br /><div align="center">a los indecisos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-2889714539511075944?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-11602330184097036682010-12-26T15:41:00.002-03:002010-12-26T15:44:53.078-03:00La primera vez que te vi estabas sentada, mirando para otro lado. Es posible que de otra forma no te hubiera visto. Más tarde descubrí que vos siempre mirás para otro lado, como si tu cuerpo estuviera equivocado y tus ojos buscaran ese otro lugar donde te estás esperando.<br /> Ese día, cuando no me mirabas, me recordaste mi niñez, cuando todos los ojos me atravesaban como si no estuviera, como si fuera una mezcla de ser invisible e inexistente.<br /> Pasó el tiempo y casi por casualidad, un cambio de punto de vista me hizo dejar de sufrir por sentirme ignorado. La falta de miradas, la inexistencia invisible que me fabricaban tenían una ventaja hasta ahora ignorada: me hacía libre.<br /> Hoy cuando por primera vez me mirás a los ojos, decido dejarte. Es la única forma que veo de escapar de tus miradas carcelarias.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1160233018409703668?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-40738499505882489252010-12-26T00:18:00.003-03:002011-03-22T22:29:33.340-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">La raíz que me da seguridad</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">me inmoviliza.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4073849950588248925?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-2225897897319751412010-12-16T11:56:00.004-03:002011-07-14T23:14:53.976-03:00<div align="center">Una causa puede ser efecto</div><div align="center">de un presentimiento</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-222589789731975141?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-37583279754095682102010-12-03T10:44:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:29:33.348-03:00<div align="center">La realidad interpretada</div><div align="center">es irrealidad incomprendida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-3758327975409568210?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-61535366117539218632010-12-01T10:49:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:29:33.350-03:00<div align="center">El silencio<br />me proyecta cualidades de espejo<br />cada vez que logro<br />generarme reflexión</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-6153536611753921863?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-17544321277128623612010-11-30T07:07:00.004-03:002011-03-22T22:29:33.353-03:00<div align="center">El todo es más que la suma de las partes.</div><div align="center">Un error multidisciplinario</div><div align="center">convertido en axioma de los Sistemas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1754432127712862361?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-88599463742746676922010-11-25T17:27:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:29:33.355-03:00<div align="center">Transporto una negación de un lado a otro </div><div align="center">de mi cerebro y paradójicamente </div><div align="center">intento negarla para eludirla</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8859946374274667692?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-21554417409270413592010-11-23T21:51:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:29:33.357-03:00<div align="center">Las razones</div><div align="center">son excusas</div><div align="center">bien fundamentadas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-2155441740927041359?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-88504726524607854842010-11-23T21:49:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:29:33.360-03:00<div align="center">Si la búsqueda de la intesidad perdida </div><div align="center">fuera emocionante</div><div align="center">no existiría la nostalgia.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8850472652460785484?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-84472723189677602822010-11-22T08:33:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:50:36.469-03:00<div>La seguridad en la decisión</div> <br /><div>es la inmadurez de la inseguridad</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8447272318967760282?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-29016773613473956402010-11-22T08:23:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:29:33.367-03:00<div align="center">El pecado original</div><div align="center">fue la creación</div><div align="center">de la creación</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-2901677361347395640?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-12892100166525084532010-11-22T08:12:00.004-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.079-03:00<div align="center">La realidad</div><br /><div align="center">es fantasía</div><br /><div align="center">desbordada</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1289210016652508453?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-48285068564937445642010-11-10T16:32:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:29:33.369-03:00<div align="center">Los lugares que solía visitar cuando me abandoné eran otros.<br />Ahora me busco por donde nunca estuve.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4828506856493744564?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-13395901747531601632010-10-29T12:05:00.003-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.079-03:00<div align="center">.Felicidad anacrónica.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1339590174753160163?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-48777175630242927852010-10-26T08:38:00.003-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.079-03:00Mi último suspiro de originalidad<br />'He muerto en la víspera'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4877717563024292785?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-8623038349969982092010-10-26T08:26:00.004-03:002011-03-22T22:55:25.612-03:00<div align="center">Soy apenas el medio centrado</div><div align="center">de mis personalidades extremas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-862303834996998209?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-78181918108156585492010-10-05T09:47:00.001-03:002011-03-22T22:55:35.439-03:00<div align="center">Si me hubiera permitido no abandonarme<br />no tendría que vivir buscándome.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7818191810815658549?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-83094453112473605492010-09-08T21:33:00.003-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.080-03:00<div align="center">Durante el tiempo que dedico a no pensarte<br />utilizo el desperdicio de los intervalos<br />que se filtran<br />para extraerte de lo evitado</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8309445311247360549?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-16224781724420616182010-08-25T23:15:00.005-03:002011-10-02T21:53:37.050-03:00<div align="center">Los precipicios de mi futuro</div><br /><div align="center">son los huecos de mi pasado</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1622478172442061618?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-46678278500018075752010-07-27T18:56:00.002-03:002011-10-02T21:53:37.050-03:00<div align="center">Desenpolvo los antecedentes</div><div align="center">que me unen a mi mismo.</div><div align="center">Sin pasado propio</div><div align="center">puedo emanciparme</div><div align="center">de mi destino.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4667827850001807575?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-27485415965576527662010-07-24T15:54:00.003-03:002011-03-22T22:33:04.768-03:00<p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-: ES-MXfont-size:12;" lang="ES-MX" >Debería permanecer entero</span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-: ES-MXfont-size:12;" lang="ES-MX" ></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;">Para ser aunque sea una parte</span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11pt" class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13;">De lo que pretendo</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-2748541596557652766?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-18993201181876909362010-07-24T14:44:00.001-03:002011-03-22T22:33:04.774-03:00<p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-: ES-MXfont-size:12;" lang="ES-MX" >En la búsqueda de originalidad<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-: ES-MXfont-size:12;" lang="ES-MX" >alumbro </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-: ES-MXfont-size:12;" lang="ES-MX" >como solo puede alumbrar </span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: 11pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-bidi-: ES-MXfont-size:12;" lang="ES-MX" >la oscuridad<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1899320118187690936?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-43205906156310813952010-07-24T12:10:00.000-03:002011-03-22T22:51:59.420-03:00<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-ansi-language:ES-MX;mso-fareast-language:ES;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">Me disfrazo de otro para ocultarme de mi mismo</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4320590615631081395?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-6076208891031285112010-07-24T11:56:00.004-03:002011-10-02T21:53:37.050-03:00<div align="center">El anacronismo del deseo</div><div align="center">entre lo que quiero ser</div><div align="center">y lo que soy</div><div align="center">me genera deseos </div><div align="center">de ser yo mismo</div><div align="center">de mi pasado</div><div align="center">o de mi futuro</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-607620889103128511?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-18626112752355089222010-07-21T16:33:00.004-03:002011-03-22T22:33:04.781-03:00<div align="center">El recuerdo distorsionadamente perfecto</div><div align="center">del pasado</div><div align="center">me convierte</div><div align="center">en la versión anacrónica de mi propia copia</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1862611275235508922?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-71791595767361217852010-07-12T19:25:00.003-03:002011-10-02T21:53:37.050-03:00<div>Tarde, siempre, necesito.</div><br /> <br /><div>Cansados de esperar</div><br /> <br /><div>mis sentimientos</div><br /> <br /><div>me abandonaron</div><br /> <br /><div>ahora soy la necesidad inestable</div><br /> <br /><div>de un deudor </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7179159576736121785?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-76156810649132311752010-07-12T19:23:00.005-03:002011-03-22T22:33:04.786-03:00<div>Me observo</div><br /><div>encuentro la exacta inteligencia</div><br /><div>para descubrir que me volví tonto<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7615681064913231175?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-75401749442255410852010-07-01T10:24:00.002-03:002011-06-08T23:18:16.974-03:00<div>Engañar a mis engaños</div> <br /><div>me arroja realidad sobre las pupilas</div> <br /><div>Cedo a la verdad de mis mentiras.</div> <br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7540174944225541085?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-53675119138182462242010-05-27T16:20:00.003-03:002011-03-22T22:33:04.797-03:00<div align="center">El espejo no miente</div><div align="center">pero admite</div><div align="center">infinitas interpretaciones</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5367511913818246224?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-15287838335710233232010-05-01T19:59:00.003-03:002011-03-22T22:33:04.807-03:00<div align="center">Ajeno a mi mismo,</div><div align="center">cuanto más me observo, </div><div align="center">más me desconozco.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1528783833571023323?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-1856706068490798132010-04-07T21:19:00.004-03:002011-03-22T23:20:55.782-03:00<div align="center">Prefiero las incidencias de la distancia</div><div align="center">al despilfarro emotivo de encimarnos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-185670606849079813?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-13632618169495163092010-04-07T21:14:00.003-03:002011-10-02T21:53:37.051-03:00<div align="center">.Sentidos distanciados.</div><div align="center">.Recordarte es presenciar la ausencia.</div><div align="center">.Buscarte es escaparme.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">.Olvidarte es ignorarme.</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1363261816949516309?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-4405295422025771282010-03-22T21:38:00.004-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.080-03:00<div align="center">Me eludo</div><div align="center">cada vez que una ráfaga de conciencia</div><div align="center">sobre la exactitud de mi próxima inconsciencia</div><div align="center">intenta convertir</div><div align="center">un pensamiento</div><div align="center">en deseo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-440529542202577128?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-31876901555418826322010-03-20T14:37:00.003-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.080-03:00<div align="center">Que tonta monotonía </div><br /><div align="center">que me descubre siempre</div><br /><div align="center">cuando no hago otra cosa</div><br /><div align="center">que lo mismo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-3187690155541882632?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-18077775315150663252010-03-15T14:21:00.001-03:002011-03-22T22:36:12.961-03:00<div align="center">La precisión con que fallo<br />Determina la calidad de mis errores</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1807777531515066325?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-56483094137101762542010-03-13T20:08:00.002-03:002010-03-13T20:13:39.037-03:00<div align="center">Tengo la debilidad atada a la razón.</div><div align="center">Estiro un rapto de ignorancia.</div><div align="center">En el intervalo de mi mismo</div><div align="center">me hago fuerte.</div><div align="center">Y estúpido.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Tengo la ventaja</div><div align="center">de no darme cuenta.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Temporalmente.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5648309413710176254?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-91415926994576168052010-03-08T17:21:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:36:12.966-03:00<div align="center">Pienso y recuerdo.</div><div align="center">El pasado me fagocita.</div><div align="center">Solo puedo ser el recuerdo tardío de mi mismo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-9141592699457616805?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-39215672585298340812010-03-02T21:56:00.003-03:002011-10-02T21:55:21.080-03:00<div align="center">No añoro el sentimiento</div><br /><div align="center">sino la intesidad</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-3921567258529834081?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-53435921819608420442010-02-21T18:23:00.003-03:002011-03-22T22:36:41.550-03:00<div align="center">Me juzgo</div><div align="center">inexorablemente</div><div align="center">hasta ser mejor </div><div align="center">y peor que yo mismo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5343592181960842044?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-17725791155251346482010-01-18T20:21:00.006-03:002011-10-02T21:56:29.639-03:00<div align="center">La falta genera el deseo</div><br /><div align="center">la saciedad</div><br /><div align="center">una falta indeseable</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1772579115525134648?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-45936773835391906442010-01-04T20:07:00.004-03:002011-03-22T22:39:52.828-03:00<div align="center">Mis decisiones bifurcadas</div><div align="center">me dividen por dos.</div><div align="center">Soy la mitad </div><div align="center">de un indeciso.</div><div align="center">O el doble.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4593677383539190644?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-84600097267981950542009-12-28T16:21:00.002-03:002011-03-22T22:37:45.551-03:00<div align="center">Descubro que te ausencia<br />genera vacíos que,<br />paradójicamente,<br />me completan todos<br />los espacios disponibles.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8460009726798195054?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-83937659391841914042009-12-10T14:32:00.006-03:002011-03-22T22:38:11.825-03:00<div align="center">Al universo</div><div align="center">solo podemos no entenderlo </div><div align="center">como caótico</div><div align="center">o divino.</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8393765939184191404?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-84401775392344983032009-11-25T22:23:00.008-03:002011-03-22T22:38:26.121-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Destellos insuficientes de un latir indeciso.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Tus ojos cansados de mirar lo invisible</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">eligen una oscuridad que los exonere.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Mis miradas piden</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">deterioradas</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">un desfibrilador. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8440177539234498303?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-52266026164795936072009-11-07T20:42:00.003-03:002011-03-22T22:38:58.404-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">El pasado acumulado</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">invierte la inversión de mis presentes</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">de soñar futuros</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">a entender ayeres.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5226602616479593607?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-4758178144449234982009-11-01T12:25:00.004-03:002011-03-22T22:43:53.296-03:00<div align="center">Cuando no consigo permanecer entero</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">soy la porción </div><p align="center">de mi mismo</p><p align="center">que los ojos de terceros</p><p align="center">eligen del mostrador.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-475817814444923498?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-40480214147132999262009-10-24T19:55:00.003-03:002009-10-24T20:01:59.802-03:00Narcisiticamente me quito los disfraces que no me gustan. Desnudo tampoco me gusto.<br />Sería más fácil cambiar el gusto que cambiar para gustarme.<br />Sigo caminando los desiertos desconocidos para ver si encuentro algun lugar al que pertenezca, mi nacimiento me hizo universalmente extranjero. No solo esto solo, ademas no soy de ningun lado.<br />Desesperado, busco en los alrededores una parte del pasado que me quebró sin separarme.<br />Finalmente, descubro el efecto óptico:<br />Me veo entero, mientras permanezco hundido en medio vaso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4048021414713299926?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-9595532528261154132009-10-24T19:28:00.003-03:002011-03-22T22:55:12.541-03:00<div align="center">La objetividad</div><div align="center">es la aplicación extrema</div><div align="center">de la subjetividad</div><div align="center">a la subjetividad</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-959553252826115413?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-91458348325483640302009-09-21T22:33:00.002-03:002011-10-02T21:56:29.639-03:00Parto el tiempo en pequeñas e inservibles partes<br />hasta lograr que los espacios infinitesimales que las separan<br />tengan más sentido que el tiempo mismo<br />generando espacios de atemporalidad discreta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-9145834832548364030?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-76259589161003696282009-09-03T15:10:00.002-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.917-03:00<div align="center">Superioridad de los hechos<br />que adormecen a la razón<br />para evitarle la negativa<br />de aquellas cosas<br />que no me permito<br />siquiera pensar<br />pero hago.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7625958916100369628?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-26751221756991118912009-08-25T23:17:00.002-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.920-03:00<div align="center">Lo más valiente que hago<br />es mentirme a mí mismo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-2675122175699111891?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-53474107170728074912009-08-14T21:42:00.005-03:002009-08-14T21:54:57.959-03:00Y cuando extrañaba a una, se disfrazaba de tangente.<br />Y cuando extrañaba a las dos, de punto de inflexión.<br />El antes y el despues, relativos como siempre,<br />le permitían que ir o venir fueran una decisión espasmódica,<br />tan momentanea y despreciable como la espera ineficaz de lo que no va a llegar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5347410717072807491?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-27826489999456521142009-08-11T23:42:00.005-03:002011-10-02T21:56:29.639-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Durante algunos tiempos</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">intento no respirar</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">el aire que no necesito</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">pero mis propias creencias de necesidad</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">son tan lejanas a la realidad</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">que suelo ahogarme.</span></span></span></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-2782648999945652114?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-5689267171814521832009-08-01T21:48:00.010-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.923-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Extrañarte,</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">eufemismo forzado</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">de tus abandonos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-568926717181452183?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-78879942690461087402009-08-01T14:58:00.001-03:002011-10-02T21:56:29.640-03:00<div align="center">No puedo decidir en el ahora.</div><div align="center">Culpa del presente omnipresente</div><div align="center">que se apropia instantáneamente todos los futuros</div><div align="center">solo para convertirlos en pasados. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7887994269046108740?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-7063509219650819492009-07-28T12:03:00.005-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.926-03:00<div align="center">Miro</div><div align="center">y la imágen trae instantáneos</div><div align="center">los recuerdos que no tuve.</div><div align="center">Paradoja de las carencias</div><div align="center">que siendo nada</div><div align="center">generan existencias.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-706350921965081949?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-90424735340580119022009-07-24T21:30:00.003-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.929-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Desespero en la eternidad</div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">que tardas en pestañar</div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">para devolverle</div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">tus ojos a mis ojos.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-9042473534058011902?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-3587395257655064842009-07-21T20:17:00.002-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.932-03:00<div align="center">Ya te debo </div><div align="center">una madrugada de deseos infrecuentes </div><div align="center">con proyección continua </div><div align="center">de tu imagen sobre el cielorraso.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-358739525765506484?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-29109083103130350932009-07-14T19:43:00.002-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.936-03:00<div align="center">Con cantidades eternamente insuficientes de vos</div><div align="center">me generás sensaciones excesivas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-2910908310313035093?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-71999956945174844492009-07-13T22:24:00.005-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.938-03:00<div align="center">Acaparás la atención</div><br /><div align="center">de mis cinco sentidos.</div><br /><div align="center">Solo necesitaría el sexto</div><br /><div align="center">para presentirte.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7199995694517484449?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-79340874707183000032009-07-11T20:17:00.003-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.943-03:00<div align="center">Conozco mis debilidades.<br />Algunas veces puedo ser<br />mi enemigo perfecto.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7934087470718300003?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-66223850594960634812009-07-10T19:04:00.006-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.948-03:00<div align="center">Mezclas. </div><div align="center">Pedazos de pasado. </div><div align="center">Tránsito devastador de ayeres superpuestos. </div><div align="center">Todos los tiempos se zambullen en mi mente </div><div align="center">al mismo tiempo. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-6622385059496063481?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-55356828215979938162009-07-07T23:06:00.006-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.954-03:00<div align="center">Limitante nefasta del lenguaje </div><div align="center">que me convierte en presa </div><div align="center">y me deja atrapado </div><div align="center">entre los barrotes de su esquema. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5535682821597993816?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-13216114526648807252009-07-06T20:39:00.003-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.972-03:00<div align="center">Las excepciones no confirman las reglas. </div><div align="center">Es una mentira que nos inculcaron</div><div align="center">los que no encuentran la fórmula perfecta. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-1321611452664880725?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-63528606292969508172009-07-01T22:39:00.005-03:002011-05-10T22:28:05.070-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> <br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">.Desde la Hoja.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">La hoja se desprende del árbol</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">y comprende la libertad</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">durante su infinitesimal</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">instante de agonía.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">El último instante de la hoja</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">equilibra la emoción</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">de emanciparse del árbol</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">con la desazón</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">de la conciencia de su propia muerte.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">El conocimiento del árbol</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">no le sirve a la hoja</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">que buscando su libertad</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">se desprende</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">y muere.</div></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">.Desde el Arbol.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Con dolor de padre</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">el árbol libera la hoja</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">y la asesina.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-6352860629296950817?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-54552095624283742912009-06-27T21:27:00.004-03:002011-03-22T23:24:31.985-03:00<div align="center">Las líneas que marcan </div><div align="center">los bordes de los abismos </div><div align="center">utilizan el equilibrio </div><div align="center">entre el miedo y la confianza </div><div align="center">para mantenerse en el extremo </div><div align="center">que ellas mismas significan.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5455209562428374291?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-32129354342362704582009-06-20T10:24:00.003-03:002011-10-02T21:56:29.640-03:00<p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';font-size:16;">Celosos,<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';font-size:16;">los recuerdos destruyen<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';font-size:16;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span>todos los presentes<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';font-size:16;">intentando evitar<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';font-size:16;">nuevas historias<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';font-size:16;">que los desplacen.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-3212935434236270458?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-69677482965763404592009-06-16T22:39:00.006-03:002011-10-02T21:56:29.640-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">El triste pasatiempo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">derrama decrepitud</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">sobre sus adeptos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">rescindiendo contratos de felicidad</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">por unas tontas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">oportunidades de evasión.</span></span></p></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-6967748296576340459?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-51564990258159095292009-06-13T11:24:00.003-03:002009-07-11T19:34:12.438-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">La raíz que me da seguridad</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">me inmoviliza</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5156499025815909529?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-83157263852361394032009-06-08T22:26:00.004-03:002011-10-02T21:56:29.640-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Metamorfosis anacrónica</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">de mi yo pasado</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">en un patético presente</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ayer soñado.</span></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8315726385236139403?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-71725595664264491132009-05-28T19:18:00.005-03:002011-10-02T21:57:07.097-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">La única libertad que tengo </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">es la de hacer una interpretación libre </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">del pedazo de realidad que puedo ver. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-7172559566426449113?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-41553635990783914752009-05-25T21:12:00.005-03:002011-10-02T21:57:07.098-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Necesito incrementar mi inteligencia</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">para producir mentiras </span></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">cada vez más perfectas</span></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">que me permitan corroborar </span></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">la verdad de mis invenciones.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4155363599078391475?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-83079329932066509052009-05-24T11:26:00.003-03:002011-03-22T23:10:34.092-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Desde que decidiste ser ausencia<br />aprendí a entender<br />el aburrimiento de los segundos<br />que se suicidan en el reloj de las esperas</span></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-8307932993206650905?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-51670685183443769712009-05-22T15:05:00.002-03:002011-10-02T21:57:07.098-03:00<div align="center">Como si ya no pudiera existir</div><div align="center">me suicido de a poco </div><div align="center">dejando pasar mis deseos y mis intenciones. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5167068518344376971?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-44638636377162726402009-05-20T22:58:00.004-03:002011-10-02T21:57:07.098-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Las diferencias </span></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">entre realidades y percepciones</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">me generan espacios para la esperanza.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4463863637716272640?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-69414677002983699382009-05-20T22:55:00.003-03:002011-03-22T23:10:34.099-03:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">La lógica se envuelve </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">y</span></span><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> se deja dos opciones </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">transformándose en booleana. </span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">De a poco</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">decide restringir sus diferencias </span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">y mimetiza sus extremos</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">en un centro difamatorio </span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2pxfont-family:'trebuchet ms';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">de su propia existencia.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-6941467700298369938?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-68685007717028078722009-05-20T22:44:00.003-03:002011-10-02T21:57:07.098-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:'Bell MT','serif';"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">La vida es objetivamente injusta.</span></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:'Bell MT','serif';"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Subjetivamente más injusta</span></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:'Bell MT','serif';"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">para quienes pierden.<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:'Bell MT','serif';"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Subjetivamente más justa<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family:'Bell MT','serif';"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">para quienes ganan.</span></span></span></p></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-6868500771702807872?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-50215204647180829482009-05-18T23:22:00.002-03:002011-10-02T21:57:07.098-03:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-line-height-alt: 11.0pt" align="center"><font lang="ES-MX" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Bell MT','serif'; mso-fareast-language: ES-AR; mso-fareast-: ES-MX" face="'Times New Roman'" size="16">Mi último suspiro de originalidad:<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></font></p> <br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-line-height-alt: 11.0pt" align="center"><font lang="ES-MX" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Bell MT','serif'; mso-fareast-language: ES-AR; mso-fareast-: ES-MX" face="'Times New Roman'" size="16">'He muerto en la víspera'<o:p></o:p></font></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-5021520464718082948?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9167358954318407715.post-48343101257919433502009-05-18T23:19:00.003-03:002011-03-22T23:10:34.103-03:00<p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Bell MT', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: ES-AR; mso-fareast-: ES-MXfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;" lang="ES-MX" >Mientras divido mi presente<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Bell MT', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: ES-AR; mso-fareast-: ES-MXfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;" lang="ES-MX" >entre recuerdos del pasado <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Bell MT', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: ES-AR; mso-fareast-: ES-MXfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;" lang="ES-MX" >y sueños del futuro<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Bell MT', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: ES-AR; mso-fareast-: ES-MXfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;" lang="ES-MX" >fabrico una ausencia constante<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Bell MT', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: ES-AR; mso-fareast-: ES-MXfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;" lang="ES-MX" >que desperdicia<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Bell MT', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: ES-AR; mso-fareast-: ES-MXfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;" lang="ES-MX" >todos mis ahora.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9167358954318407715-4834310125791943350?l=artedeltodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>J.P.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03253165464694753316noreply@blogger.com4