tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44884774318496322372012-01-09T07:17:16.954+01:00un lugar donde la vida es un tuit.Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.comBlogger1481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-11736808802880472062010-05-19T14:56:00.004+02:002010-05-19T15:04:31.949+02:00<p></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/S_PhzSohT-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/wdiqGf2_Yho/s1600/dictionary.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/S_PhzSohT-I/AAAAAAAABKQ/wdiqGf2_Yho/s400/dictionary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472966243476656098" /></a> <span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">ópera: cirugía auditiva. <p></p> desolado (a): dícese del individuo que entristece porque no puede ver el sol. <p></p> </span></span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">conversar: arte de comunicarse en verso.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1173680880288047206?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-63000179947558041152010-05-19T14:55:00.000+02:002010-05-19T14:56:20.916+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">alzó las manos para tocar la luna. ella se escabulló, volviéndose fugaz.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6300017994755804115?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-73881343644376858812010-05-19T14:54:00.000+02:002010-05-19T14:55:23.216+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">los científicos meteorológicos interrumpieron su trabajo debido al mal clima.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7388134364437685881?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-68544277479740433192010-05-19T14:53:00.000+02:002010-05-19T14:54:10.454+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">la lluvia es el mar que viaja en las nubes.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6854427747974043319?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-60651143348104091312010-05-19T14:50:00.000+02:002010-05-19T14:53:03.648+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">los ríos son las manos que tiene el mar para acariciar la sierra.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6065114334810409131?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-20757404039812183652010-04-25T20:28:00.007+02:002010-04-25T20:43:45.938+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/S9SKTCqoZMI/AAAAAAAABJA/xugowVMQERA/s1600/lonely.jpg"><span><span></span></span><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/S9SKTCqoZMI/AAAAAAAABJA/xugowVMQERA/s400/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464144307645080770" border="0" /></a> El esquizofrénico no conoce la soledad. <p></p> Mi soledad espera a la tuya. <p></p> La edad del sol es soledad. <p></p> Aquella soledad soñaba con ser compañía. <p></p> Vivimos en un universo de soledades. <p></p> Odio la soledad de mis manos. <p></p> La guitarra olvidada suspira en soledad. <p></p> En la soledad nocturna vagan estrellas. <p></p> Las soledades nocturnas vagan buscándose ansiosamente. <p></p> Vago en la soledad de mi lecho. <p></p> Mi soledad huyó cuando te conocí. <p></p> <div style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Haiku</span></div> <div>Melancólicos</div> <div>mis versos sólo hablan</div> <div>de soledades</div> <p></p> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Publicadas en Twitter por <a href="https://twitter.com/Oriana_azul">Oriana_azul</a></span></span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2075740403981218365?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-47877188809570200442010-04-18T01:57:00.000+02:002010-04-18T01:58:26.063+02:00mi futuro contigo es tan real como verte venir montado en el unicornio de siempre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-4787718880957020044?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-82024245284000027082010-04-18T01:55:00.001+02:002010-04-18T01:56:31.864+02:00era una persona sin sueños. anduvo toda la vida despierto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8202424528400002708?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-44883762580189496682010-04-18T01:52:00.001+02:002010-04-18T01:54:01.450+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">no importa de qué forma o tipo sea el amor, uno termina llorando igual.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-4488376258018949668?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-80067153653278739522010-04-18T01:47:00.002+02:002010-04-18T01:51:46.252+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">Si las carreteras son los hilos que comunican a las ciudades, </span></span></span><span dir="ltr" id=":n">¿</span><span class="status-body"><span class="status-content"><span class="entry-content">vienen en carretes?</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8006715365327873952?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-6706289682342701392010-04-18T01:45:00.000+02:002010-04-18T01:46:21.291+02:00tengo temor a los ángeles que caen. de que aterricen encima de mí.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-670628968234270139?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-31355968941316079832010-03-20T22:06:00.011+01:002010-03-20T23:06:07.763+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/S6VGlVcHmjI/AAAAAAAABFA/T_XFFudC7cU/s1600-h/ojos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/S6VGlVcHmjI/AAAAAAAABFA/T_XFFudC7cU/s320/ojos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450840531226040882" border="0" /></a> <p></p> Siento tu mirada recorrerme como manos. <p></p> Tu mirada me dio el adiós. <p></p> Cruzamos las miradas, pasamos de largo. <p></p> Miradas de fuego derriten mi cuerpo. <p></p> Miradas de agua fluyen como ríos. <p></p> Miradas de sal corroen mi ser. <p></p> Tu mirada son versos del alma. <p></p> Muriendo en tu mirada, mi morada. <p></p> Mirábamos el fin, no pudimos escapar. <p></p> Sumergida en tu mirada, te exploro. <p></p> Te miro desde lejos, tocándote cerca. <p></p> En tu mirada encuentro mi paz. <p></p> Cuando no estás conmigo, te miro. <p></p> <p></p> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Publicadas en Twitter por <a href="http://twitter.com/Oriana_azul">Oriana_azul</a></span></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> Imagen: You can't Stay away from me de </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/najy/3837325854/">Naj ( Desired Hopes © )</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3135596894131607983?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-32355443013213838352010-02-13T19:52:00.001+01:002010-02-13T19:53:54.006+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">reinaba un silencio mortal y autoritario. los aldeanos, descontentos, murmuraban planeando un magnicidio.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3235544301321383835?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-82443502585219859762010-02-13T19:50:00.001+01:002010-02-13T19:52:27.859+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">las hojas amarillas son las canas de los árboles.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8244350258521985976?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-12452802299672963902010-02-13T19:49:00.000+01:002010-02-13T19:50:30.049+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">era un reloj frustrado. decía que había perdido el tiempo metido toda la vida dentro de aquel cajón.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1245280229967296390?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-40932421198822040282010-02-13T19:46:00.003+01:002010-02-13T19:54:14.884+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">una de las peores cosas que les puede suceder a los marineros es encontrarse mar adentro, de la embarcación.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-4093242119882204028?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-30088320181685632862010-02-13T19:41:00.000+01:002010-02-13T19:41:50.231+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">las voces en su cabeza eran los fantasmas de sus vidas pasadas.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3008832018168563286?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-36646606313175577042010-02-13T19:40:00.001+01:002010-02-13T19:45:14.365+01:00era un artículo con problemas de columna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3664660631317557704?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-68795741006614179322010-01-22T21:50:00.004+01:002010-01-22T22:08:26.913+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/S1oTQ-WQjUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/VcVtkU1cqzE/s1600-h/acuarela.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/S1oTQ-WQjUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/VcVtkU1cqzE/s400/acuarela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429673483083746626" border="0" /></a> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">las lágrimas de la musa son los colores que faltan en la paleta del pintor enamorado. </span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >imagen: <a href="http://www.chris-carter-art.com/Figurative-Art-Chris-Carter-Artist.html">hecate - moon goddess de chris carter</a></span></span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6879574100661417932?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-90866367867119167122010-01-22T21:48:00.001+01:002010-01-22T21:50:07.667+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">en un lugar de la <span style="font-style: italic;">mancha</span> de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme, eché el detergente.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-9086636786711916712?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-29560544338407184262010-01-22T21:41:00.001+01:002010-01-22T21:43:27.221+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">siendo fantasma, el mago siguió realizando, más gustosamente que nunca, su acto de apariciones y desapariciones.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2956054433840718426?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-63369713523321432922010-01-22T21:36:00.000+01:002010-01-22T21:37:42.711+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">me caracterizo por ser totalmente incrédula. creo.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6336971352332143292?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-65494981658738361292010-01-22T21:35:00.000+01:002010-01-22T21:36:36.905+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el día menos pensado quedará en el olvido.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6549498165873836129?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-63770993100469667432009-12-25T01:45:00.000+01:002009-12-25T01:46:15.279+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><span style="font-style: italic;">alguien</span> quería enamorarse. <span style="font-style: italic;">nadie</span> le correspondió.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6377099310046966743?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-63218758182248597732009-12-25T01:36:00.000+01:002009-12-25T01:44:17.470+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">dicen que tengo que tomarme mi tiempo, pero siempre termino atragantándome con los relojes.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6321875818224859773?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-10840814879236906112009-12-25T01:35:00.001+01:002009-12-25T01:44:36.062+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el tiempo sufrió un desfase crónico.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1084081487923690611?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-77317918337776746072009-12-25T01:34:00.000+01:002009-12-25T01:35:25.948+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">tengo buena suerte en el juego. pero cada vez que apuesto mi corazón, pierdo.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7731791833777674607?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-86525867197513839032009-12-25T01:31:00.000+01:002009-12-25T01:34:07.774+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">naufragó en la mesa de sufragios.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8652586719751383903?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-70837156678521341052009-12-25T01:27:00.000+01:002009-12-25T01:31:26.041+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">todos los caníbales llevan un niño dentro.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7083715667852134105?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-76357970385600644172009-11-12T19:44:00.001+01:002009-11-12T19:44:42.781+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">si no estaba de vacaciones, estaba en huelga.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7635797038560064417?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-49050928127658263652009-11-12T19:31:00.001+01:002009-11-12T19:43:23.758+01:00el anciano ahuyentaba la vejez a bastonazos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-4905092812765826365?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-64571247716449855882009-11-12T19:20:00.003+01:002009-11-12T19:22:29.764+01:00me quedé dormida y el mundo siguió girando.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6457124771644985588?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-68490016282225757902009-11-12T19:17:00.002+01:002009-11-12T19:31:03.460+01:00<a></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/SvxUJw9UzNI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3qQeJNKlaco/s1600-h/leonflower.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/SvxUJw9UzNI/AAAAAAAAAyA/3qQeJNKlaco/s400/leonflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403286179675426002" border="0" /></a> l<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">as semillas de la flor de león vuelan, ronroneando como si fueran de gato.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6849001628222575790?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-75082610978909395212009-11-12T19:15:00.001+01:002009-11-12T19:16:50.383+01:00<span style="font-style: italic;">alicia</span> soñó con tener una vida normal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7508261097890939521?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-61712146037017387592009-11-05T00:11:00.001+01:002009-11-05T00:14:45.540+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">tu corazón será mío, pero no quisiera lastimarte. estoy esperando a que te duermas.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6171214603701738759?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-27342756859594502632009-11-05T00:09:00.002+01:002009-11-05T00:15:05.578+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">pienso en tus ojos, tus manos, tu boca. pienso que ya han pasado muchos días y lo mejor sería que los ponga a congelar en la nevera.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2734275685959450263?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-55586502512823672542009-11-05T00:00:00.000+01:002009-11-05T00:08:58.598+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">peinaron la zona del delito. pero la zona quedó disconforme.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-5558650251282367254?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-12439911547469745902009-11-04T23:59:00.000+01:002009-11-05T00:00:34.681+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">la cigarra nos contó que su marido se hizo humo.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1243991154746974590?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-26865939714586287102009-11-04T23:55:00.000+01:002009-11-04T23:59:54.172+01:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el artista necesitaba los favores de una medium para poder comunicarse con su musa.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2686593971458628710?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-23652748923968225122009-10-14T09:39:00.000+02:002009-10-14T09:40:12.989+02:00las ovejas emitían un balido de alto calibre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2365274892396822512?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-19531605938154310372009-10-14T09:38:00.000+02:002009-10-14T09:39:00.513+02:00seré mitómano, pero nunca mentiroso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1953160593815431037?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-89639806260322494822009-10-14T09:35:00.000+02:002009-10-14T09:37:45.679+02:00el concentrado era el más listo de todos los zumos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8963980626032249482?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-39636944562701239722009-10-14T09:30:00.002+02:002009-10-14T09:35:00.200+02:00un bosque inconcluso es un bosquejo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3963694456270123972?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-80441547094814802822009-09-29T16:00:00.003+02:002009-09-29T16:12:24.279+02:00<p></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/SsITCHD23uI/AAAAAAAAAoI/EO6iV2yYp1s/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/SsITCHD23uI/AAAAAAAAAoI/EO6iV2yYp1s/s400/chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386889031264427746" border="0" /></a> <p></p> ... Se derrite en las manos de quien se lo va a comer. <p></p> ... Genera una felicidad y calor instantáneos. <p></p> ... Cuando se acaba, deja un sabor en los labios que quisiéramos que perdure, pero siempre desaparece. <p></p> ... No importa dónde, cuándo ni por qué, siempre se disfruta. <p></p> ... Los hay dulces y amargos, pero es delicioso tenerlo en los labios. <p></p> ... Existe desde siempre, pero cuando se descubre es una maravilla. <p></p> ... Mezclado con otros ingredientes, da lugar a las más exquisitas sensaciones. <p></p> ... Cuando se tiene, se disfruta. Cuando no, se anhela. <p></p> ... Si es sublime, puede arrancar lágrimas de felicidad. <p></p> ... Pero el chocolate no es como el amor. No susurra, no acaricia, no besa, no produce dolor. <p></p> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Imagen: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zuzanakubatova/3879493704/">Choc</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8044154709481480282?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-39920409181116487112009-09-16T21:34:00.000+02:002009-09-16T21:35:57.067+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">era un hada descontenta con su hado.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3992040918111648711?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-28518586458170386642009-09-16T21:25:00.002+02:002009-09-16T21:34:52.963+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">dormía el sueño eterno de la muerte. despertó en la pesadilla infinita del infierno.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2851858645817038664?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-64521475718669906222009-09-16T21:16:00.000+02:002009-09-16T21:22:07.806+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">en el ritmo de nuestros corazones está escondida la música de nuestras almas.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6452147571866990622?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-27525977878893239242009-09-16T21:00:00.001+02:002009-09-16T21:05:21.052+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">primero lo descuartizó. luego procedió a quitarle la vida.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2752597787889323924?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-20929075611353232932009-09-16T20:45:00.000+02:002009-09-16T20:59:55.118+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">la media se sentía completa.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2092907561135323293?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-68102651046822604802009-09-02T19:31:00.000+02:002009-09-02T19:32:50.218+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el jinete galopaba. el caballo sólo lo miraba pasar.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6810265104682260480?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-77062428796379720652009-09-02T19:28:00.000+02:002009-09-02T19:29:27.678+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">en el mundo de los espejos, el martillo es rey.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7706242879637972065?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-63403979916859896222009-09-02T19:27:00.000+02:002009-09-02T19:28:10.015+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">en todo norte hay un sur.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6340397991685989622?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-26764032302840856382009-09-02T19:22:00.001+02:002009-09-02T19:27:26.058+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">estaba agotada, ya no habían más como ella.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2676403230284085638?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-67277762114711187502009-09-02T19:11:00.000+02:002009-09-02T19:22:28.733+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">la sombra se sentía perseguida por su humano.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6727776211471118750?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-75487973278880050202009-08-05T23:58:00.000+02:002009-08-05T23:46:17.720+02:00<div></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/Snn37dxIaiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TODsGnxdxWU/s1600-h/esquizophonic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/Snn37dxIaiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TODsGnxdxWU/s320/esquizophonic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366593031963699746" border="0" /></a> <div></div> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el músico ya no era solamente esquizofrénico. era esquizofónico.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7548797327888005020?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-32887094700689690792009-08-05T23:12:00.000+02:002009-08-05T23:13:02.500+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">oímos las sirenas, luego pasó la ambulancia.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3288709470068969079?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-55671621455900288552009-08-05T23:11:00.000+02:002009-08-05T23:45:58.046+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">los peces lloran cuando la luna mengua y desaparece, por eso es salado el mar.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-5567162145590028855?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-59270280512360354222009-08-05T23:10:00.001+02:002009-08-05T23:11:53.020+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">su amor era como el mar: húmedo, salado, con olas, mareas, con sabor a nieve y vida de peces, reflejaba la luna y sonaba a sirenas.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-5927028051236035422?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-49372099571478816652009-08-05T23:09:00.000+02:002009-08-05T23:10:06.508+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">su comida favorita eran los tacos. las suelas le producian dolor de estómago.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-4937209957147881665?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-49943373304018704082009-08-05T23:07:00.001+02:002009-08-05T23:08:51.099+02:00era un post anterior.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-4994337330401870408?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-10026515541614892972009-07-01T00:14:00.000+02:002009-07-01T00:15:41.249+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">mis carcajadas emanan de mi garganta y suenan caudalosamente.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1002651554161489297?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-89543374338749493632009-07-01T00:13:00.002+02:002009-07-01T00:14:35.373+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"> se lanzó del río al puente. le gustaban los retos.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8954337433874949363?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-58726259476429896972009-07-01T00:13:00.001+02:002009-07-01T00:13:49.227+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">tenía sus ojos puestos en mí. con el dolor de mi corazón, se los tuve que devolver.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-5872625947642989697?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-59101408647447410412009-07-01T00:12:00.001+02:002009-07-01T00:12:56.458+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">le gustaba la miel, le apasionaban las flores, zumbaba. pero la lana no le permitía volar</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-5910140864744741041?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-86153836492775497132009-07-01T00:10:00.001+02:002009-08-13T02:09:47.747+02:00la tierra suspira creando flores.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8615383649277549713?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-2496211306835807432009-07-01T00:09:00.000+02:002009-07-01T00:10:28.347+02:00te di mi corazón.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-249621130683580743?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-14383997940231841592009-06-25T00:38:00.001+02:002009-09-17T22:37:13.856+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">he muerto muchas veces. cada una de mis voces me cuenta cada una de mis vidas.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1438399794023184159?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-17929619014197822822009-06-25T00:34:00.002+02:002009-06-25T00:38:48.773+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">nació muerto. sus padres, tristes, decidieron ponerle <span style="font-style: italic;">epitafio</span>.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1792961901419782282?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-81455403763653767452009-06-25T00:33:00.000+02:002009-06-25T00:34:20.799+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">súbitamente, mi lengua empezó a recordar el sabor de tu piel.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8145540376365376745?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-10526842824489926642009-06-25T00:31:00.000+02:002009-06-25T00:33:05.637+02:00la pena vino antes que la decisión.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1052684282448992664?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-79529474107499359152009-06-25T00:30:00.001+02:002009-06-25T00:31:35.993+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">pude leer su mano. no tenía costumbre de llevar un cuaderno de notas consigo.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7952947410749935915?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-10736114972173451122009-06-17T10:33:00.003+02:002009-06-17T10:35:27.058+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">despertó siendo una cucaracha. —por fin —dijo—, pertenezco a una especie que no se extingue.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1073611497217345112?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-37533978593196250142009-06-17T10:33:00.001+02:002009-06-17T10:33:42.039+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">sentaron las bases. pero ellas, obstinadas, querían estar de pie.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3753397859319625014?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-75303956186533913592009-06-17T10:32:00.000+02:002009-06-17T10:33:14.093+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">tenía una piedra en el zapato. lo que nunca imaginó fue que la piedra tuviera bosques, animales y riachuelos.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7530395618653391359?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-7949803816272265532009-06-17T10:31:00.002+02:002009-06-17T10:32:04.456+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">tocaba la guitarra con emoción. sus curvas de mujer, la suavidad de la madera. Lo que no podía era interpretar melodias.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-794980381627226553?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-73032528630574708002009-06-17T10:31:00.001+02:002009-06-17T10:31:26.282+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">tenía una pena de muerte.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7303252863057470800?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-29597406432927151072009-06-17T10:29:00.000+02:002009-06-17T10:30:59.843+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el hipocondríaco estaba convencido de tener, además de todos sus males, hipocondría.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-2959740643292715107?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-70703227350513489642009-06-08T19:08:00.003+02:002009-06-08T19:14:40.546+02:00<p></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/Si1FzGRCniI/AAAAAAAAASk/i1r7hFdh2mg/s1600-h/falling2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/Si1FzGRCniI/AAAAAAAAASk/i1r7hFdh2mg/s320/falling2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345005076916379170" border="0" /></a> <p></p> el sol de medianoche quema mis deseos fugaces. <p></p> aquella estrella fugaz no comprendió el deseo. regresó. <p></p> la estrella fugaz afirma que es el universo quien pasa fugazmente ante ella. <p></p> <span style="font-style:italic;">mariposa</span>: estrella fugaz diurna. <p></p> me concedió el amor. pero su condición de fugaz no le permitía pensar en cosas duraderas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7070322735051348964?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-9207303091690952682009-06-08T19:06:00.001+02:002009-06-08T19:06:25.613+02:00no recordaba al sujeto al otro lado del espejo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-920730309169095268?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-55778685325509216852009-06-08T19:05:00.001+02:002009-06-08T19:05:47.685+02:00se conocieron en la red. pero el pescador los separó por no ser de la misma especie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-5577868532550921685?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-51201381915232049892009-06-08T19:04:00.001+02:002009-06-08T19:04:50.986+02:00alunizó en mis lunares.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-5120138191523204989?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-62351735154578093782009-06-08T19:03:00.000+02:002009-06-08T19:04:12.199+02:00sus latidos se volvieron míos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-6235173515457809378?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-51983985055080851392009-05-28T13:23:00.002+02:002009-05-28T13:24:36.899+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/Sh50XuOmq2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/kZ3aUpePGM4/s1600-h/eatstars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/Sh50XuOmq2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/kZ3aUpePGM4/s320/eatstars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340834159003085666" border="0" /></a> dícese del arte de comer estrellas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-5198398505508085139?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-6065972619189717092009-05-16T20:03:00.002+02:002009-05-16T20:04:26.773+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">aquel perro era un ladrón. no había forma de callarle.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-606597261918971709?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-17521665466869798842009-05-16T20:03:00.001+02:002009-05-16T20:03:44.122+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el corazón de uno hacía sístole; el del otro, diástole.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1752166546686979884?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-75714122326244911622009-05-16T20:02:00.001+02:002009-05-16T20:02:53.809+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">los días soleados uso gafas de lunas eclipsadas.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7571412232624491162?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-35677656396077356132009-05-16T20:00:00.002+02:002009-05-16T20:02:05.690+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">los mejores años de nuestras vidas son, precisamente, los que tuvimos mientras estuvimos vivos.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3567765639607735613?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-15165710862788309662009-05-16T20:00:00.001+02:002009-05-16T20:00:34.064+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">su mayor problema era no tener problemas. </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1516571086278830966?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-40856413394279865012009-05-06T11:10:00.000+02:002009-05-06T11:11:14.512+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el artista quería pintar a su musa. pero ella siempre escapaba a los brochazos.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-4085641339427986501?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-90054090150780827092009-05-06T11:09:00.002+02:002009-05-06T11:10:44.674+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">los dedos volaban sobre las cuerdas. el guitarrista, mutilado, echó a llorar.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-9005409015078082709?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-35059315516076608492009-05-06T11:09:00.001+02:002009-05-06T11:09:46.439+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">era un fantasma extraño. tenía sombra.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-3505931551607660849?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-72123113725593605562009-05-06T11:08:00.000+02:002009-05-06T11:09:06.665+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">siempre se quejaba de que se le venía el mundo encima. aparentemente, murió aplastado.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7212311372559360556?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-46520886494646524932009-05-06T11:06:00.001+02:002009-05-06T11:08:33.800+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">todo se volvió oscuridad. asustado, no podía comprender lo que sucedía. tuvimos que explicarle que se había hecho de noche.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-4652088649464652493?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-85161996015224908632009-05-02T10:35:00.003+02:002009-05-02T10:41:35.113+02:00vi una estrella fugaz, pero fue tan fugaz que no la vi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8516199601522490863?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-91271686338136881492009-05-02T09:52:00.008+02:002009-05-02T10:34:09.557+02:00<p></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/SfwEiMnbGCI/AAAAAAAAARE/SmdChl_demU/s1600-h/dictador1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmGv7jhAGvc/SfwEiMnbGCI/AAAAAAAAARE/SmdChl_demU/s320/dictador1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331141044448466978" border="0" /></a> <p></p> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">tomó el poder, doble, con hielo. resultado... terminó ebrio, de poder. <p></p> </span></span><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">se creó la <span style="font-style: italic;">comisión anti-fraudes</span>. por supuesto, era un fraude</span></span>. <p></p> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">le dieron el poder, pero no pudo hacer nada con él</span></span>. <p></p> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">los tiranos no tiran, sólo presionan.</span></span> <p></p> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><span style="font-style: italic;">metamorfosis</span>: el dictador despertó, atónito, siendo un escribidor. <p></p> para que no se sienta desubicado en su jubilación, al dictador le regalaron un dictáfono. </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-9127168633813688149?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-50484941253938968802009-05-02T09:46:00.001+02:002009-05-02T09:46:42.548+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el esquizofrénico estaba peleado con sus voces. dejaron de hablarse.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-5048494125393896880?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-15837867931040598472009-05-02T09:44:00.001+02:002009-05-02T09:46:03.706+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el pastor nunca supo cuántas ovejas realmente tenía. ni bien empezaba a contarlas, se quedaba dormido.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-1583786793104059847?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-74357465431225710002009-05-02T09:37:00.002+02:002009-05-02T09:44:37.197+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">todo se volvió oscuridad. asustado, no podía comprender lo que sucedía. tuvimos que explicarle que se había hecho de noche.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-7435746543122571000?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-4631561709953558772009-05-02T09:35:00.001+02:002009-05-02T09:36:59.285+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">era una charla, pero el único que hablaba era el expositor.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-463156170995355877?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488477431849632237.post-82776579743869318292009-04-22T20:16:00.002+02:002009-05-02T09:47:15.049+02:00<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">el músico esquizofrénico dirigía el coro de sus voces.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488477431849632237-8277657974386931829?l=asipasacuandosucede-op.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Oriana P. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675491603123027323noreply@blogger.com0