tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216783962011-04-21T20:15:13.743+02:00¿qué sueñan las orcas asesinas?Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1144082382056056802006-04-03T18:33:00.000+02:002006-04-03T18:41:39.073+02:00nieve en ceniza rueda en manos del flujo<br />de fria ventisca negra entre los poros<br />en mudo de eco arrastra la vista<br />hasta un lugar que no existe<br />en el que entierra su corazón<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-114408238205605680?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1141320296548836762006-03-02T18:14:00.000+01:002006-03-31T15:54:54.123+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/1600/medusa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/400/medusa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />quebrada en huesos columnas vegetales<br />tubérculos enredados<br />capilares de cristal<br />dulce y venéno ácido<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-114132029654883676?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1140095310675881552006-02-16T14:06:00.000+01:002006-02-16T14:08:30.690+01:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdRqJr-WSZQ"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdRqJr-WSZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-114009531067588155?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1140019459931215602006-02-15T17:04:00.000+01:002006-02-15T17:04:19.933+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/1600/esponja.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/400/esponja.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />rompe tu propia piel<br />dolor para la vida<br />patas largas de agujas afiladas<br />en sierra mueves pequeños agijones<br />que la carne evapora comida para moradores<br />naces y gritas<br />mueres y cantas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-114001945993121560?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1140018364303018662006-02-15T16:37:00.000+01:002006-02-15T16:48:26.020+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/1600/ot04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/400/ot04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />galope atronador.<br />parten el cielo en dos.<br />cegadora y ensordecedora coreografia de venganza.<br />directa al enemigo.<br />en la selva mojada la flor agoniza.<br />lanzando su última sinfonia de muerte desesperada.<br />pero ya nadie la escucha...<br />el guepardo descansa y la tarantula caza.<br />pero ya nadie la escucha...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-114001836430301866?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1138748456439289702006-01-31T23:47:00.000+01:002006-02-15T16:35:02.586+01:00La ballena casi extinta flotaba y en su mente-gancho proyectaba la imagen de su flor-sonar.<br />La traición no veia, cegada por el amor hacia la sinfonia roja y ardiente del vegetal.<br />Miles de embriones de grasa negra y deforme en su vientre formaron un halo de luz.<br />Un faro en el flotante mundo de los sueños.<br />Un faro-corazón.<br />Con la fuerza de un trueno rompieron la piel, negra y rugosa.<br />Miel, anzuelo, ira, fuerza, golpe, orgasmo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-113874845643928970?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1138596861510166012006-01-31T02:57:00.000+01:002006-01-30T21:30:36.093+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/1600/flor.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/320/flor.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />La flor/sonar concluyó su llamada sexual, y la ballena hipnotizada por su dulce sinfonia creyó ser feliz, y murió en la agónica trampa de su amada.<br />Ballena cayó en el vacio universo de los sueños.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-113859686151016601?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1138585208555932482006-01-30T02:23:00.000+01:002006-01-30T03:36:35.083+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/1600/remora2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/320/remora2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />sonograma de mariposas punzantes<br />nadan en la negra colina<br />vagan por la superficie arenosa<br />solitaria rama de olivo<br />pues qué otro nombre puede ofrecer mi pobre servicio<br />el viento, te dejas llevar<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/1600/remora1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/320/remora1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />giras y huyes<br />temes tomar las riendas de tu placer<br />temes beber el veneno de otros que ya no estan<br />pero el cazador que escondes en tus entrañas es mas grande que tu noble corazón<br />rémora bizarra<br />triste rémora fria<br />...es mas grande que tu noble y triste corazón<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-113858520855593248?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1138583485376260162006-01-30T02:04:00.000+01:002006-01-30T02:11:25.376+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/1600/orcas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/320/orcas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />quisiste ser pony<br />ahora eres cetacea<br /><br />¿quién rie?<br />¿quién?<br /><br />quisiste ser pony<br />ahore eres cetacea<br /><br />¿quién llora?<br />¿quién?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-113858348537626016?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21678396.post-1138575883903766602006-01-30T00:02:00.000+01:002006-01-30T03:38:21.880+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/1600/sonido.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7829/2195/320/sonido.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />el filo de la puerta abre, hiere...<br />mariposas afiladas, playa, olas, sal...<br />atardece en la boca de la cueva hueca<br />el eco del paladar llama al topo<br />necro lumos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21678396-113857588390376660?l=cetaceapolar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Radioboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10010277081446328451noreply@blogger.com0