tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26659510885019551752011-11-02T17:12:37.658-07:00Todo va pal cofre...Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-35350339176354734072011-07-01T15:00:00.000-07:002011-07-01T16:03:07.926-07:00<div>cuando las defensas d la glándula del thymus deciden/ toda sutil molécula/ hormona/ célula animal del otr@ /navega en nuestro sistema endocrino y sanguíneo/ ahí se fermenta/ y si no envenena, embriaga/ y cuando no embriaga miles d cosas mas q no valen la pena enumerar así porq sí/ </div><div>suceden/</div><div><br /></div><div>cuando el thymus se abre como una orquídea rojísimapúrpura/ calienta y uno lo siente en el corazón/ casi como una fiebre.."</div><div><br /></div><div>Por eso, a veces creemos q el amor esta detrás del corazón/ aunque, sería una falacia/ Porque todos sabemos q tanto así navega por las vísceras/ las secreciones/ las moléculas/ en las cicatríces q van cavando nuestros caminos neuronales/en las madejas en las q se enreda nuestro libido/</div><div><br /></div><div>acá con usted y allá conmigo...</div><div><br /></div><div>amén</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>***</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"Nuestras neuronas persiguen entender la virtualidad d los hechos q nos dan forma" </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-3535033917635473407?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-83585553076541913752011-01-26T23:18:00.001-08:002011-02-02T11:33:02.597-08:00<div>Qise lamer la calle y albergar el vaporizo en mis fosas nasales..</div><div><br /></div><div>Soñé q jugaba con los cruceros en la bahía</div><div>como una bestia gigante en su bañera...</div><div>Yo Gulliver, en la Bahía d San Juan</div><div>acabando con el <i>'turismo'</i> !!</div><div>Yo acabando con la fuerza d choque en Río Piedras!!</div><div>Enredando los tubos del gasoducto en Utuado verde!!</div><div>Quien sería..</div><div><br /></div><div>***</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-8358555307654191375?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-34691214494658610872011-01-15T23:53:00.000-08:002011-08-07T11:30:16.105-07:00<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>T busco detráj d to's los finales catastróficos...</div><div>Cuando se retira el tsunami..</div><div>cuando las cenizas soplan por los países rusos</div><div> cuando se calma el fuego forestal q nunca se apaga..</div><div>..estalla Europa en revueltas y nadie vuelve el rostro..</div><div>Cuando el diluvio qebranta el río</div><div>y el agua inunda los pueblos es q </div><div>El Niño y la Niña juegan con el Janeiro..!?</div><div>/las multitudes se alzan contra sus gobiernos..</div><div> Atenas arde en fuego/</div><div> arde la tierra d Lautaro/</div><div>Arde en Borikén', todos los días..</div><div><br /></div><div>... las verdades soplan turbulencia en el ciberspacio/</div><div>empiezan las inqisiciones a reclamar mártires para las masas...</div><div><br /></div><div>T busco en el principio y al final d las juelgas d los estudiantes/</div><div>D los paros laborales/</div><div>Despué' d los macanasos y la sangre/</div><div>detráj' del umo, d los gases lacrimógenos y los arrestos..</div><div>T busco en el desenso d la campana del petróleo..</div><div>tantos poetas lo cantaron antes..</div><div>y cantamos al aire 'asta q cobren por él...</div><div>chupamos la sangre negra d la tierra/</div><div>Y ella tiembla/</div><div>la tierra tiembla..y se ríe tranqila d su gravedad..</div><div>/mientras t busco, detráj d to' lo apocalíptico d stos días...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>Qiero documentar el depredador intrínsico q ce come al q se va'..</i></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-3469121449465861087?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-70018168077177671892011-01-08T21:06:00.000-08:002011-02-02T11:16:25.943-08:00Siempre es una página.. No, varias páginas/ revueltas por un viento feroz./ Se cierra el libro entre los árboles../Cae una sombra..y se acaba:<div><br /></div><div>1070-Cuando nos vuelva a dar ganas d inventar dioses,</div><div>vamos a tallarlos en los árboles/vamos a nombrarlos en las piedras</div><div>y vamos a tirarlos al mar..</div><div><br /></div><div>1080-Cuando nos vuelva a dar ganas d inventar monedas/ precios/ préstamos/</div><div>seguiremos silbando nuestra canción mientras trabajamos/</div><div><br /></div><div>1090-Cuando volvamos a tener '<i>basura', </i>su definición será útil..</div><div>nos reiremos y seguiremos trabajando/ mirando a las estrellas..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-7001816807717767189?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-72776987693778011702010-11-25T22:26:00.000-08:002010-11-25T22:41:27.444-08:00It dawned on him that everytime he thinks something wrong has happened..a glitch in the internet, an extra charge on a bill, a misguided missile, he imagines a person figure, a Gargamel of some sorts -and there again, the annoying tendencies of referring to a pop cartoon figure, why? A cop behind a speeding vehicle, the tax on income, like the shadow of a tree looking person- A person..simply put, the antagonist, fucking it all up for everyone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-7277698769377801170?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-15438072513665409182010-11-08T12:53:00.000-08:002010-11-08T12:59:08.342-08:00It's the image of ferocious phone-charger the size of a rhino, following a man that looks like one of those guys that needs a suit and a blackberry...running on a piece of paper..2d.Sharpie<div><br /><div> Now theres a word I don't use a lot, rihno...what are they to do.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>A man in a suit, running away from a monster phone charger.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-1543807251366540918?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-40039116597707647922010-10-02T08:50:00.000-07:002010-12-24T23:28:25.401-08:00<div>Lately, when I'm dreaming</div><br /><br /><div>I'm sleeping on a cargo ship around Africa's Horn.. </div><br /><br /><div>The ship navigates off the coast,</div><br /><br /><div>umbrellas and cranes..</div><br /><br /><div>Pirates with grenade-launchers, GPSs and satellite phones speak to me..</div><br /><br /><div>They think I'm a journalist that works for some independent newspaper.</div><br />Me, Ambassador of Dreambums,<br /><div><br /></div><div>I only have a pen, and dust bunnies in my pockets..</div><br /><br /><div>They long diplomacy, and I have only <i>maniamacy</i>...</div><br /><br /><div>A gigantic <em>tromba marina </em>bursts us into the air,</div><div><br /></div><div>but where?</div><br /><div>A donde los dioses apestan a</div><div><br /></div><div>damp mud-sluge-fermented-fruit substance,</div><br /><br /><div>and hunger and necesity lean me towards the side of the scale</div><br /><br /><div>where Temujin Kan, William Wallace, and Betances reside..</div><br /><br /><div>Y la fiebre precede a la <em>guerra floridas</em>, </div><br /><br /><div>y la <i>guerra floridas</i> hace sentido y precede a la lokura.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>-La negra ésta embarazá y no hay otra!- me dice el capitán-</div><br /><br /><div>Me dice q su semilla vale millones...!</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Como negociar el rescate, mi redención..?- me pregunta una sonrisa blanca sobre una cara negra hermosa..</div><br /><div> </div><div>Mírame, always dirty and ruffled by heart debris...</div><br /><div>Qué esperan d mi los piratas estos...?</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>-<em>Bis bis o venceremos</em>*!- Message sent to the United Nations by yours truly..</div><br /><div>I am Central Coast Guard Posee.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Yo q solo qise jugar a Prometeo, me declaro inculpable!</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-4003911659770764792?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-59284481636506451812010-09-27T07:40:00.000-07:002010-12-24T23:31:35.847-08:00<div>I've got a game for you...put some hungry people behind the wheel of a car... give them a huge sandwich -a messy one-and put them to race at high speed through an intricate race course...who ever finishes first wins!! -that goes for the sandwich and the race, you have to be the fastest at both!- oh, and the cars have to be manual, just to make it more complicated...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-5928448163650645181?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-48194858148701313972010-09-08T14:55:00.000-07:002010-11-25T23:03:10.637-08:00<div>A donde as ido Ariadna a parar... d nuevo a la ciudad? Qieres entrar y jugar en el laberinto...</div><br /><div>E levantado d'l suelo el ilo d oro q as dejado atras, por si qiero seguirte al centro...</div><br /><div>Dicen q el amor da luz a las bestias mas feroces q abitan dentro d los q se pierden cuando adentro...</div><br /><div>..no me perdere.. si sigo tu luz, encontrare el minotauro y acabare con el para siempre..</div><br /><div> No qiero volver.</div><br /><div> </div><div>A donde as ido Ariadna a parar...d nuevo a la ciudad?</div><br /><div>D nuevo al laberinto..</div><br /><div> No qiero entrar...</div><br /><div> no qiero matar a la bestia</div><div><br /></div><br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-4819485814870131397?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-83411600289031795532010-04-25T09:28:00.000-07:002010-12-24T23:30:22.612-08:00<em>Una noche en Tunisia,</em> contemplando<br /><em>huellas d pisadas</em>,<br /><em>muy cansados vientos suaves </em><br /><em>y sonidos en el ático..</em><br /><br /><em>El blues de reencarnación....</em><br /><br />"<em>Diana, sinceramente, decifrando el mensaje..."</em><br /><em>La vision d Sakeena</em>, las palabras q murmuro:<br /><em>-Giantissss.......Crisis......-</em><br />Se <em>contempla el cansancio</em>, como <em>huellas d pisadas..</em><br /><br /><em>Muy cansados</em>, <em>Los niños d la noche</em> hacen un <em>mosaico</em> y juegan para el <em>deleite d Bu...</em><br />"-Wayne toca tu <em>blues d reencarnación-"</em>..y entonces trompeta suena:<br /><em>Dat dere!</em><br /><br />I empieza el <em>calidescopio</em> a girar<br /><br />con la <em>luz del fuego d fondo</em><br /><br /><em>Decifrando el mensaje</em> d <em>las sombras</em><br /><em>Decifrando el mensaje</em> d <em>los vientos suaves</em><br /><em>Decifrando el mensaje</em> d <em>huellas d pisadas</em><br />en <em>la arena</em>, una <em>Noche en Tunisia</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Este escrito fue un ejercicio q improvisé en las tiendas d discos d música..consistía en agarrar diferentes L.p's d grandes músicos del jazz y rendir los títulos q me inspiraran curiosidad d manera q parecieran compartir un hilo, un destino en común..porq en fin, cuando se escucha jazz, siempre se trata d "decifrar el mensaje"...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*los títulos d las canciones taipeadas en itálicos</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-8341160028903179553?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-69778805869756867422009-07-27T14:57:00.000-07:002009-07-27T16:21:29.186-07:00Those who sharpened their dog tooth at midnight<br /><br />fell before the carcass<br /><br />panting... All bark and no bite..<br /><br />They've fallen victims of powdered lime smelling substance.<br /><br />They were stripped naked by their shadow and left with nothing but<br /><br />[fantastic lucid gargoyles that went about<br /><br />courting and judging<br /><br />criticizing and justifying; Praising them<br /><br />and putting them down,<br /><br />while they struggled to remain part human..<br /><br />Those who sharpened their dog-tooth at midnight fell before the carcass<br /><br />panting...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-6977880586975686742?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-40685851319479196912009-07-27T14:51:00.000-07:002009-07-27T15:13:58.876-07:00Cada vez q comprábamos algo, nos alejábamos un poco mas..<br />Los endorsos voluntarios d la "registra marcada"- como me gusta llamarle-<br />Son bofetones d salmón a la cara...<br />Llenando distancias con pertenencias...<br />Si hoy no hacíamos pie con bola, iba y me compraba una camisa...mañana un reloj.....<br />ella, unos tacones; qizá unos aretes..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-4068585131947919691?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-6195253236828523422009-07-21T22:34:00.000-07:002010-04-25T10:24:18.575-07:00“We never bathe in the same river twice” Heraclitus.<br /><br />The tire went flat…so we got out of the car and started walking.<br /><br />Down at the river, we wrote with water on stones, words vanishing, erased by the sun. Little or no trace of our footprints was left behind.<br /><br />What is this I write?…<br />Tomorrow … whenever a coqui leaps through a window, expression lines, forgotten trails will emerge, carved on my thought-brain…<br /><br />They say that people lie. They say…<br />I have lies.<br /><br />There are lonely people inside their apartmentsthat can’t figure out the ciphers…<br /><br />It must be true! Their must be unmentioned words, hidden, incubating in random nests under untamed tongues, al shriveled and tangled like dust bunnies. Hatching sounds that send quivers down conservatives’ spines. A hand scratches a chalk board, and its lunchtime and kids will play hopscotch, hide and seek, truth or dare. Spitting words like kangaroola, fishla, sir bugalo. Two lovers lay on the grass whispsighing. A beating heart, under a rib cage, will drum rapidly when the ramble tickles the cartilage. Blushing ears will peep out and flee from hermetically shut minds, in search of whispsighs, lovecraves and the sorts. All of which had been hidden under sheets of grammar, waged-labor and unquestioned-obedience - buildings inhabited by tyrannytutions will collapse in every city-; medleys of heterogeneous butterfly-birds will arrive, nest and lay their offspring,signaling, to the delight of Dreambums, migrating season, to go where unheard words await us all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-619525323682852342?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-42143297031173315572009-07-21T22:17:00.000-07:002009-07-21T22:20:55.326-07:00Dreambum 376<br /><br />The patent ordeal<br /><br />- In Oniricstan, Synecdoches patent the weirdest things. Once, a fellow demanded that surgeons remove the sweat glands of his brain dead wife at the hospital. It happens that his wife had the sweetest smelling sweat and B.O. He patented the genetic make up of her sweat glands, reproduced thousands of cloned ones and sold them for a fortune. The new trend made lots of money for the surgeons performing the removal and in-plants procedures…-.<br /><br />-Talk about immortalizing someone…-.<br /><br /><br />***<br />Cloning human beings was legalized… and nothing happened. People lived happily seeing themselves passing by at intersections and stoplight corners.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-4214329703117331557?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-34100456814152525592009-07-21T22:02:00.000-07:002009-07-21T22:16:33.223-07:00Dreambum 134<br /><br />As Josh was driving back to his workplace, a school bus passed him by. All the kids inside the bus shouting -Give us pizza, delivery guy, give us pizza!-. All their little hands extending out of the windows, begging for a slice –Give us pizza delivery man!-. One of these days he will pass by the school bus driver and make her stop, give out pizza to the kids and feel good about his masturbating/couch potato/ smelly nerd-game-freak life.<br /><br />***<br />Cloned meat? Who gives a shit about that? Does it have the protein…huh?! Huh?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-3410045681415252559?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-52143336589735987652009-07-07T12:59:00.000-07:002009-07-07T13:07:10.639-07:00Has notado q la lluvia es cueva...<br />Q los sueldos y los precios varían de acuerdo al calor y la seqía.<br />Q la palabra es un fenómeno atmosférico...<br /><br />El silencio...cordenadas,<br />trayecto.<br /><br />Q la dicotomía es la puerta a un laberinto redondo q imaginamos mundo.<br /><br />Por eso...<br />la entropía nos llevara a politomía<br /><br />y sacrificaremos la telepatía por aparatos d comunicación y mensajes d <em>text</em>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-5214333658973598765?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-13549615110557101272009-07-07T12:34:00.000-07:002009-07-07T13:08:51.687-07:00Mi amigo Hermes, dentro d lo q conversabamos, pauta: <em>"La vértebra d la nación es el deporte"</em> Lo q condiciona la nación a ser un vertebrado.. ésto me pone triste, porq conozco d otros animales o organismos -si qeremos llamarles así-, que reconozco son mas versátiles q los vertebrados en diversos aspectos d la vida. Como por ejemplo las estrellas d mar, q cada extremidad q le cortes se convierte en otra estrella d mar; o las abejas q saben polinizar las plantas y bailan cuando están hablando. Y Hermes me detiene y me dice "<em>Q es natural...q todos antropomorficamos, y q la nacion es mas como un homo sapiens". </em>Lo q a su vez significa, q es inevitable q las naciones sean cazadoras. Esta serie d enunciados me deja contemplando si deseo naciones...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-1354961511055710127?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-34749596659510777142009-07-07T12:07:00.000-07:002009-07-07T12:55:49.832-07:00Have you noticed that Rain is a cavern...<br /><br />Just like Prices and Salaries vary depending on the heat and the drought?!<br /><br />That Speech and Words are also atmospheric phenomenons.<br /><br />Silence is coordinates, trail...<br /><br />Dichotomy is the door to a revolving, round labyrinth that incarcerates us in this state we've created.<br /><br />That's why...<br /><br />Entropy will guide us towards <em>polychotomy,</em><br /><br /><em></em><br />And we gave up telepathy for communication gadgets and texting...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-3474959665951077714?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-29588004427041062392009-06-17T19:11:00.001-07:002011-01-26T22:02:31.931-08:00Inabreathingroom…<br />Wallsinhaleandexhale.<br />(((((())))))))<br />))))))((((((((<br />(((((())))))))<br />))))))((((((((<br />AndIseemyself-myselfinsanjuanseesmehere…<br />Andasks,qacesaqi???<br />((((((()))))))<br />)))))))(((((((<br />Should’vefellfromtherooftopthatnightiwassmokingabluemoonandfoundmyselfhangingfrommywaist….barelykissingthepavementIwokeup-orsoIbelieve-.<br />Ibelievthegodsbraidedwaterspoutswithdustdevilstotattoothelandscapeswithhorizons…<br />Qacesaqi???launicapreguntaaesarespuestaes,Qacesaqi???<br />(((((((((((((())))))))))))))))<br />))))))))))))))((((((((((((((((.<br />Impolishingsilverwareatarestaurantandthegirlasksme…<br />Qacesaqi???<br />AndIseemyself-notthereanymore-aloverbymysideatmyoldapartmentlaysasleep,andIcanonlyseehercurlyhair…<br />Iamonlyherlover,andsheseeksmecauseshethinksIamcutouttobealover…<br />Shewillgobacktoher”other”assoonasherphone,carandprofessiontakesheraway…<br />Thatselfturnsandlaysonhissidestaresatmeandasks,qacesaqi???<br />((()))<br />)))(((<br />Theonlyquestiontoreplythatansweris:<br />Aqi…aqi....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-2958800442704106239?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-20477996007258436472009-06-17T19:08:00.000-07:002009-07-07T12:58:30.395-07:00I used to write poems<br />Dismantling stairways<br />following history’s chronology<br />and placing myself on asymmetrical patios…<br />Under towers, bridges and so forth;<br />the scaffolds reminded me of building.<br />Every time I skip a spring these days<br />I write little pieces,<br />whenever the walking-cane commits to my<br />Slow winter walk<br />and my tar-pen wants to work…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-2047799600725843647?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-22572094678002244702009-06-01T09:11:00.000-07:002009-06-01T09:29:47.619-07:00Hay secretos q deben guardarse dentro del jamper. Junto a la ropa sucia y suda con la q t apretujaste to@...<br />Luego d un ciclo en la lavadora, los secretos pegaos a la ropa se disuelven y pesa un poko menos la culpa y apesta menos la mentira…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-2257209467800224470?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-35926441941564834992009-04-18T14:58:00.000-07:002009-04-18T15:31:07.398-07:00Dijo ser Ariadna mientras me alcanzaba una peluza... Tiré d ella y empezé a des-hilar por el laberinto. Nunca imaginé q al doblar la esqina, ella empezara a desandar, a des-hilar por toda la ciudad...<br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-3592644194156483499?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-35604283227974961732009-04-17T23:13:00.000-07:002009-04-18T10:15:02.495-07:00Dreambum 256<br /><br />It occurred to him that if he labeled his poems with random three digit numbers it would appear to the editor, reader, peer, that he had at least that amount of material organized somewhere, neatly compiled. This would impress anybody in the publishing industry. So he started doing it and never looked back…<br /><br /><br />***<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-3560428322797496173?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665951088501955175.post-32130005650504251022009-04-17T22:33:00.000-07:002009-04-17T23:05:01.732-07:00Una manera d cíber-ramificar mi meta-lectura. Una literatura alterna, q qizás los patafísicos vislumbraron años antes d q se viabilizara para nosotros los Oniribundos.<br />En este <em>blog </em>se estará presentando noticias, anuncios, aconteceres d última hora. A veces, una q otra entrevista. Todo lo lúdico es bienvenido. Y si los sentipensantes armonizan sus frecuencias, todo se dará dinámicamente entre el <em>blog </em>y nosotros los lectores -Porq yo tambien me leo y los leo-.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665951088501955175-3213000565050425102?l=oniribundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Al Cofre...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754123352269835649noreply@blogger.com0