tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093016332418542872009-12-04T07:03:11.806-08:00El camino no es camino, sino hay un bosque, un rio, un mar, un desierto,un muro, un laberinto, un abismo, donde ver nuestros huesos hacerse polvo.concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-50673725922738972222009-06-02T07:44:00.000-07:002009-06-02T07:47:37.103-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SiU7HfG3EoI/AAAAAAAABIQ/NWuoQuo_q-o/s1600-h/sue%C3%B1os.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342741532740358786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SiU7HfG3EoI/AAAAAAAABIQ/NWuoQuo_q-o/s400/sue%C3%B1os.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Y crees que estás sola... pero te persiguen los amantes de la noche.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-5067372592273897222?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-91212894686670521022009-05-19T06:27:00.001-07:002009-05-19T06:37:52.367-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ShK17AEdAgI/AAAAAAAABH4/HrticL32L14/s1600-h/LAHOJAARBOL.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337528533623046658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ShK17AEdAgI/AAAAAAAABH4/HrticL32L14/s400/LAHOJAARBOL.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Se extiende la vida, y quiere arrancarse del suelo, se extiende y para cuando el gris derrumba.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-9121289468667052102?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-75084143028875470522009-05-14T13:51:00.000-07:002009-05-14T13:53:22.523-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SgyEvUo_SXI/AAAAAAAABHw/vp6RiPNznFU/s1600-h/fantasmasexual.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335785607056542066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SgyEvUo_SXI/AAAAAAAABHw/vp6RiPNznFU/s400/fantasmasexual.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SgyEm9xIIDI/AAAAAAAABHo/97vWJK08JqQ/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>El fantasma que hay entre un hombre y una mujer es el que comerá los dulces sueños que nos queden despues de la fusión de una noche cualquiera, y dejará un rostro indiferente, donde solo se distinga la carne.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-7508414302887547052?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-33018495424670698852009-04-23T06:52:00.000-07:002009-04-23T06:53:53.542-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SfBy6p5jQrI/AAAAAAAABGY/KJey2q6nmgA/s1600-h/Faro.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SfBy6p5jQrI/AAAAAAAABGY/KJey2q6nmgA/s400/Faro.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884711184515762" border="0" /></a><br />No hay luces que apaguen la ferocidad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-3301849542467069885?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-85869916648464055822009-04-23T06:24:00.000-07:002009-04-23T06:31:50.652-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SfBtvwp2KSI/AAAAAAAABGQ/xg9XAXtifp0/s1600-h/FUGA+de+Noche.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SfBtvwp2KSI/AAAAAAAABGQ/xg9XAXtifp0/s400/FUGA+de+Noche.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327879026460993826" border="0" /></a><br />Y charla la noche con la tempestad de los que se van y de los que es imposible echar. LLora una mujer y la noche no perdona.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-8586991664846405582?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-7532771375513904922009-04-02T23:29:00.000-07:002009-04-02T23:30:48.926-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SdWtBPRpbGI/AAAAAAAABDI/H0PH0lK3L9U/s1600-h/natur+vinenda.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/SdWtBPRpbGI/AAAAAAAABDI/H0PH0lK3L9U/s400/natur+vinenda.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320348771600133218" border="0" /></a><br />La noche parte a la mitad dos rostros incrustados en la tierra, y un cuervo sin materia se esfuma hacia la misma luna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-753277137551390492?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-81648487747244351922009-03-25T20:43:00.000-07:002009-03-25T20:46:32.028-07:00Es necesario unir dos manos y separar dos diferencias, es necesario creer en que puede ser, y luchar por el deseo, es necesario, vivir para creer y creer para crear. debemos seguir en la lucha de transformar un planeta desolado por el crimen y el hambre, no debe de dejarnos de levantar dolor el ver la injusticia y la problematica en el mundo, y con los dioses levantados por los hombres, debemos escuchar el grito de pobreza y desigualdad y unir fuerzas planetarias en boca de lo que se avececina, y esta crisis del capitalismo debe ser, una llave a la igualdad y no un cerrojo.<br /><br />Merece la causa, todas las causas perdidas, y aunque pocos quieran ver, seremos muchos los que sigamos en pie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-8164848774724435192?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-85419891094081367452009-03-25T20:05:00.000-07:002009-03-25T20:07:15.280-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScrxO5BMKoI/AAAAAAAABCI/hICFIKb0B4c/s1600-h/constelacion+cangrejo.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScrxO5BMKoI/AAAAAAAABCI/hICFIKb0B4c/s400/constelacion+cangrejo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317327548190567042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />UN CIELO NEGRO ESPERA SER DESCUBIERTO TRAS UN TRICOLOR CUERNO, QUE LLEVA CARGADO DIOS EN SU TRAICION.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-8541989109408136745?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-61631044002503896202009-03-23T15:05:00.000-07:002009-03-23T15:07:02.622-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgH5HYQphI/AAAAAAAABBw/7H9rliRFOWU/s1600-h/valle+sombras.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgH5HYQphI/AAAAAAAABBw/7H9rliRFOWU/s400/valle+sombras.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316508037925611026" border="0" /></a><br />no hay más que añadir, solo descubre el infierno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-6163104400250389620?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-18505474454384949032009-03-23T15:02:00.000-07:002009-03-23T15:05:22.578-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgHLyQVyPI/AAAAAAAABBo/VANoSRoneSY/s1600-h/musica.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgHLyQVyPI/AAAAAAAABBo/VANoSRoneSY/s400/musica.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316507259161135346" border="0" /></a><br />se desprende de un cuerpo cubierto por la noche, la desnudez de un mundo cubierto por la mentira.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-1850547445438494903?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-72505861938349416312009-03-23T15:01:00.000-07:002009-03-23T15:02:39.180-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgGyu0M-yI/AAAAAAAABBg/iQzqCs7DlJU/s1600-h/ABISMO.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgGyu0M-yI/AAAAAAAABBg/iQzqCs7DlJU/s400/ABISMO.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316506828741081890" border="0" /></a><br />El aire se esfuma, no queda nada, solo se está a punto de irse para siempre, y no hay nadie que quiera o pueda oirte....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-7250586193834941631?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-65352183408351786692009-03-23T14:53:00.000-07:002009-03-23T15:01:13.461-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgFMf20DLI/AAAAAAAABBY/vuJES4femBU/s1600-h/explosi%C3%B3n.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgFMf20DLI/AAAAAAAABBY/vuJES4femBU/s400/explosi%C3%B3n.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316505072378842290" border="0" /></a><br /><br />todo se va, todo ya se ha ido..¿ lo has visto?<br />era tarde para decir que no..<br />era tarde para aceptarlo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-6535218340835178669?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-3532766134461606722009-03-23T14:50:00.000-07:002009-03-23T14:53:30.024-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgEXoZDAXI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8k3_1nfEwsg/s1600-h/jinyan.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScgEXoZDAXI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8k3_1nfEwsg/s400/jinyan.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316504164136845682" border="0" /></a><br /> Es un diamante en bruto a punto de ser robado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-353276613446160672?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-39398683776124485452009-03-16T23:40:00.000-07:002009-03-21T00:50:19.806-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb9F_7kBkcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/0NKXxSLWPqQ/s1600-h/abismo.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb9F_7kBkcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/0NKXxSLWPqQ/s400/abismo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314043049943339458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Y alguien en la prisión se va, y la vida le depide del infierno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-3939868377612448545?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-46514371107550954092009-03-16T23:39:00.000-07:002009-03-21T00:49:38.572-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb9FucmON_I/AAAAAAAAA-w/GwOS9y2-LGo/s1600-h/ekilibrio.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb9FucmON_I/AAAAAAAAA-w/GwOS9y2-LGo/s400/ekilibrio.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314042749573281778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Y la campana todo el final, y solo kedo una pendiente<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-4651437110755095409?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-77888776712117374432009-03-21T00:48:00.001-07:002009-03-21T00:48:51.191-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScSb2oIBHBI/AAAAAAAABBI/TmmK3e4ILGs/s1600-h/dios.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScSb2oIBHBI/AAAAAAAABBI/TmmK3e4ILGs/s400/dios.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315544822990314514" border="0" /></a><br />y era Dios, y Dios no lo sabía<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-7788877671211737443?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-32116054560105147502009-03-21T00:43:00.000-07:002009-03-21T00:45:52.513-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScSbKhRgnuI/AAAAAAAABBA/jdZOr7RJ4pY/s1600-h/sombra.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScSbKhRgnuI/AAAAAAAABBA/jdZOr7RJ4pY/s400/sombra.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315544065236836066" border="0" /></a><br />Sombras ke cargan a dios y a la muerte, sombras ke estan a punto de desaparecer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-3211605456010514750?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-22762987121988846192009-03-21T00:38:00.000-07:002009-03-21T00:42:50.649-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScSabc3cvvI/AAAAAAAABA4/yb0Tx1h2gtE/s1600-h/lluvia.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScSabc3cvvI/AAAAAAAABA4/yb0Tx1h2gtE/s400/lluvia.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315543256599936754" border="0" /></a><br />y se esparcen las gotas de muerte, y todos mueren y nadie kiere saber porke.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-2276298712198884619?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-88923878441242672192009-03-20T08:17:00.000-07:002009-03-20T08:35:35.401-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScO3vUssZyI/AAAAAAAABAo/sehREq6Fnls/s1600-h/ausencia.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScO3vUssZyI/AAAAAAAABAo/sehREq6Fnls/s400/ausencia.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315294008865220386" border="0" /></a><br />Ahora ke dejo la mesa clausurada y un puñado de papeles hacen de nostalgias, la vida parece ke se escapa una vez más al cansancio, esta betada la felicidad, esta prohibido sonrojarse, solo se esparce el universo hacia una urbe más lejana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-8892387844124267219?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-41030776218739809622009-03-20T03:13:00.000-07:002009-03-20T03:32:45.086-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScNwxoLab2I/AAAAAAAABAg/uMOfYSQglWE/s1600-h/dios.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScNwxoLab2I/AAAAAAAABAg/uMOfYSQglWE/s400/dios.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315215983128506210" border="0" /></a><br />Más alla de a primera vista se puede observar ke no se sabe mirar.<br />A los pies de la noche amenaza un fantasma , mas alla de entre el día y la muerte, vive un hombre, ke en otras tierras llamaron dios. Pero era, el Hombre de la Guerra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-4103077621873980962?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-50028988393991267592009-03-20T03:03:00.000-07:002009-03-20T03:13:25.376-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScNsKLbucuI/AAAAAAAABAY/2lcl4iSfrqA/s1600-h/natura.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/ScNsKLbucuI/AAAAAAAABAY/2lcl4iSfrqA/s400/natura.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315210907350889186" border="0" /></a><br />La noche envuelve los colores reflejados por una proyección estelar acústica, el cloro de los filios desprende toxinas y deja un aroma a hachis y un tenebroso sonido vuelve de algun lugar ke no alcanzo a encuadrar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-5002898839399126759?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-3811950670516672292009-03-17T11:01:00.000-07:002009-03-17T11:10:48.278-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb_nmE93UDI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/qrJWLAkZVz8/s1600-h/estrella+de+mar.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb_nmE93UDI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/qrJWLAkZVz8/s400/estrella+de+mar.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314220726674739250" border="0" /></a><br />estrella de mar ke todo lo pierdes y a la vez tus garras renacen en la luz de una profundidad eterna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-381195067051667229?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-75250081089811266762009-03-17T10:53:00.000-07:002009-03-17T10:56:43.378-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb_kTkddCQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/K2pxDfZn7kA/s1600-h/guerra.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb_kTkddCQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/K2pxDfZn7kA/s400/guerra.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314217110176336130" border="0" /></a><br />la guerra no termina con amor, no será la herencia de los hijos un mundo maldito de impuestos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-7525008108981126676?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-72150310999073057462009-03-16T23:36:00.000-07:002009-03-16T23:38:05.199-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb9FN2WZLdI/AAAAAAAAA-o/PzGNm855KrE/s1600-h/deseo+de+noche.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb9FN2WZLdI/AAAAAAAAA-o/PzGNm855KrE/s400/deseo+de+noche.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314042189550530002" border="0" /></a><br />el deseo kería salirse, pero el deseo se kedó.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-7215031099907305746?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409301633241854287.post-4093563075412266282009-03-16T23:31:00.000-07:002009-03-16T23:35:29.211-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb9EBH5W9dI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/h8dQbwNNGFk/s1600-h/paz.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2D57-wC617E/Sb9EBH5W9dI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/h8dQbwNNGFk/s400/paz.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314040871410660818" border="0" /></a><br />y era paz de sangre.....y a la sangre se la llamaba paz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409301633241854287-409356307541226628?l=pielesdesgastadas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>concepto-apartehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149359754166591265marevamayo@hotmail.com0