tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120191412011-07-08T01:39:32.299+02:00Con cuatro dobleces y tus dedos sabios diste de nuevo forma a este corazón arrugado.oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.comBlogger1461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-49204522673894971002010-02-11T11:01:00.001+01:002010-02-11T11:03:04.154+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Plantas</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Escóndete<br />tras las plantas<br />de mi terraza<br />que tapan<br />mi pena<br />y melancolía<br />a los vecinos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-4920452267389497100?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-11504388511399921252010-02-05T18:15:00.003+01:002010-02-05T18:20:02.146+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Culpable</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Es extraño.<br />Finalmente,<br />fue más fácil de lo que creía<br />dejar de que fueras<br />la culpable<br />de todos mis males.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-1150438851139992125?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-9629012464146284632009-02-03T14:50:00.001+01:002009-02-03T14:51:47.103+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Francobolo</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Ogni bacio<br />un francobolo<br />per la tua lettera<br />di addio.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-962901246414628463?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-23661131811319233742009-01-11T10:19:00.000+01:002009-01-11T10:19:00.221+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>(des)Propósitos</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Me da risa<br />comenzar el año.<br /><br />Nunca cumplo nada<br />de lo que me propongo.<br /><br />Salvo estar<br />contigo.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-2366113181131923374?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-56625237410181559762009-01-09T21:15:00.002+01:002009-01-09T21:17:19.025+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Revelado</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Revelaré<br />mi vida de diapositiva<br />como si fuera un carrete<br />normal.<br /><br />Igual<br />consigo un revelado<br />cruzado<br />y veo las cosas<br />con un color<br />más alegre.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-5662523741018155976?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-75059348265537766202009-01-07T10:19:00.001+01:002009-01-08T20:22:39.522+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Felices</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Tú,<br />que no sabes escribir,<br />enséñame<br />a dar a los cuentos<br />finales felices.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-7505934826553776620?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-11951735301704372112009-01-05T13:41:00.001+01:002009-01-05T13:43:04.547+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Vacías</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Los reyes llegaron<br />cargados<br />de mil cajas<br />de regalos<br />vacías.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-1195173530170437211?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-25520147395393579652009-01-03T20:12:00.002+01:002009-01-08T20:17:47.878+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Refrán5</strong> </span><br /><br><br />A la vejez<br />vacunas.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-2552014739539357965?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-23231469424307007152009-01-01T08:18:00.001+01:002009-01-02T10:21:04.351+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Propósitos</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Para este año<br />menos polvo en el suelo<br />y en mis rizos<br />y más sonrisas.<br /><br />Me canso<br />hasta de estar triste.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-2323146942430700715?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-71702563866907895682008-12-31T10:16:00.000+01:002009-01-02T10:18:37.915+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Campanada</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Cuando acabó<br />de sonar<br />la última campanada<br />el mecanismo<br />volvió atrás<br />y todo comenzó<br />de nuevo.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-7170256386690789568?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-22834619856267230012008-12-27T15:08:00.000+01:002008-12-27T15:09:28.953+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Colateral</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Más inocentes<br />cayeron<br />en Troya.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-2283461985626723001?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-83238878471594926052008-12-25T21:14:00.001+01:002008-12-27T13:16:10.939+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Fum</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Chocolate<br />en una taza<br />de porcelana<br />y nubes rosas<br />en tu boca<br /><br />[que me espera.]<br /><br />...Fum, fum, fum...<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-8323887847159492605?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-64208418249463496132008-12-23T13:11:00.001+01:002008-12-27T13:13:37.327+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>3'</strong> </span><br /><br><br />En 3 minutos<br />me da tiempo<br />a hacerte olvidar<br />tantas medidas<br />desesperadas...<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-6420841824946349613?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-233843090099483392008-12-21T16:09:00.001+01:002008-12-27T13:13:59.789+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Sorna</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Saberme culpable<br />del 99%<br />de tus gustos<br />musicales<br /><br />(por no entrar<br />en otros aspectos).<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-23384309009948339?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-56710148129473641222008-12-19T13:07:00.000+01:002008-12-27T13:08:55.759+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Ferroviario</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Ni los trenes<br />son capaces<br />de llevarme<br />tan lejos<br />como me llevas<br />por las noches<br />con un susurro<br />y dos gemidos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-5671014812947364122?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-69564311718277989872008-12-17T17:55:00.000+01:002008-12-18T17:56:34.288+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Llagas</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Las llagas<br />de mi boca<br />un castigo.<br /><br />Por todo<br />lo que no soy capaz<br />de darte.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-6956431171827798987?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-4369704408155200312008-12-13T13:26:00.000+01:002008-12-13T13:26:01.587+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Refrán4</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Camas<br />no hay más que una.<br /><br />La nuestra<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-436970440815520031?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-68018593760515388242008-12-11T10:21:00.000+01:002008-12-11T10:21:00.268+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Desagüe</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Lágrima<br />en el desagüe<br />es lágrima<br />perdida.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-6801859376051538824?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-125759602282965022008-12-09T20:37:00.002+01:002008-12-10T20:41:07.361+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Pingüinos</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Hagamos de tu cama<br />un trópico<br />sin frío;<br />pero<br />con narvales<br />y pingüinos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-12575960228296502?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-17169544815313149092008-12-07T17:33:00.000+01:002008-12-06T17:45:54.417+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Siempre</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Me encantaría tener<br />una cama<br />en la que durmieras<br />siempre tú.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-1716954481531314909?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-69822418787428477152008-12-05T17:42:00.000+01:002008-12-06T17:44:59.425+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Refrán3</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Al mal tiempo<br />edredones nórdicos.</div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-6982241878742847715?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-79606994159443174332008-12-03T13:49:00.002+01:002008-12-07T13:51:05.702+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Débil</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Hay un rincón<br />en mi cuarto<br />donde no soy fuerte<br />ni frío<br />y lloro<br />y me acurruco<br />abrazado<br />a un peluche<br />feo.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-7960699415944317433?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-62774512869432911372008-12-01T15:48:00.000+01:002008-12-07T15:50:55.950+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>4</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Cuatro plantas<br />en el balcón<br />piden que las riegue<br />con las lágrimas<br />que causan mis besos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-6277451286943291137?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-55844466824615112702008-11-29T20:53:00.000+01:002008-12-07T20:55:01.646+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Arzak</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Me compré<br />un libro<br />de cocina.<br /><br />No hay recetas<br />para que te quedes.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-5584446682461511270?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-76968562672604539792008-11-27T12:15:00.002+01:002008-12-08T12:18:31.369+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Ducha</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Ningún jabón<br />conseguía<br />arrancar<br />de mi dermis<br />las manchas<br />de suciedad<br />y caricias<br />de tus dedos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-7696856267260453979?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1392235197231936122008-11-25T13:59:00.002+01:002008-12-11T14:01:13.427+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Jazz</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Me tiré<br />a la mala vida.<br /><br />Ya sólo escuchaba <br />jazz<br />de poetas muertos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-139223519723193612?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-75833182952424669842007-08-23T16:04:00.001+02:002007-08-23T16:06:08.794+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Silencio</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Vuelve a mesar<br />los rizos.<br /><br />Olvida las mentiras.<br />No hablemos<br />más<br />de cafés.<br /><br />Deja de mirarme<br />con esos ojos.<br /><br />Bésame<br />Y calla.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-7583318295242466984?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-54899511845880774652007-01-11T09:45:00.000+01:002007-04-16T11:14:48.484+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Luis</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Béla Lusgosi pidió<br />de desayuno<br />alguno de los mordiscos<br />que dabas en las noches<br />en que no amanecía.<br /><br />Tú<br />moviéndote y bailando,<br />al son de un clavicordio<br />desafinado.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-5489951184588077465?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-79421514022417544842006-11-29T12:38:00.000+01:002006-11-28T12:39:28.326+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Refrán2</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Las palabras<br />las carga el diablo.<br /><br />El silencio<br />fue<br />el peor de los infiernos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-7942151402241754484?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-55855254994783632732006-11-27T12:33:00.000+01:002006-11-27T12:34:06.124+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Tinta</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Decidí tragar la tinta<br />que habías derramado sobre la mesa.<br />Poco más me quedaba de ti.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-5585525499478363273?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-89973377381351054412006-11-13T12:37:00.000+01:002006-11-28T12:38:03.698+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Volver</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Ahora<br />no pienso volver.<br /><br />Quizá no vuelva<br />a amanecer<br />para ti.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-8997337738135105441?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-15321350233501006292006-11-11T12:36:00.000+01:002006-11-28T12:37:14.627+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Ahogar</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Lo siento.<br />No pensaba quedarme<br />de brazos cruzados<br />mientras ahogabas<br />mis recuerdos<br />entre las piernas<br />de tus desconocidos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-1532135023350100629?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-5415876164923280562006-11-09T11:54:00.000+01:002006-11-09T11:55:18.191+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Café</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Derrámame<br />como un café<br />sobre tu camisa.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-541587616492328056?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-72002181711389750192006-11-07T11:53:00.000+01:002006-11-09T11:54:41.226+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Funeral</strong> </span><br /><br><br />El otoño<br />comenzó a escribir<br />en las hojas secas de los árboles<br />la letra<br />de la canción principal<br />de la banda sonora<br />que elegiste para tu funeral.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-7200218171138975019?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-83402198889566194432006-11-07T10:56:00.000+01:002006-11-07T10:57:54.638+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Raro</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Aunque este siempre fue un blog muy aséptico, hoy me apetecía decir que tengo una inspiración, últimamente, algo siniestra y sangrienta. Y no hago nada más que pensar en raspas de pescado por el suelo, en sangre oscura y cafés derramados sobre una cama. <br /><br />Vacía<br /><br />La cama.<br /><br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-8340219888956619443?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-31475562450867424062006-10-27T09:47:00.000+02:002006-10-27T09:49:23.144+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Babel</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Restaurar<br />la torre de Babel<br />a tus pies.<br /><br />Entender<br />cada uno<br />de los besos<br />y todas<br />tus respiraciones.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-3147556245086742406?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-4235572458306912682006-10-25T12:38:00.000+02:002006-10-26T12:41:20.051+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Leer</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Leía<br />entre líneas<br />las palabras obscenas,<br />besos y demás<br />que te quedabas con ganas<br />de darme...<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-423557245830691268?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-47774023490751383492006-10-17T10:58:00.000+02:002006-10-17T10:59:14.162+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Balcón</strong> </span><br /><br><br />El día que decidí olvidarte<br />las flores de mi balcón leían<br />algo de Dickens y tres versos<br />de una poesía que no llegué a escribir<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-4777402349075138349?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-55160366033342713282006-10-15T11:24:00.000+02:002006-10-17T11:25:38.929+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Error</strong> </span><br /><br><br /> El error<br />se redujo a mirarnos.<br /><br />Tú continuaste <br />soñando con mi nariz.<br /><br />Yo aún<br />añoro tu espalda.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-5516036603334271328?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-44777516524265093112006-10-09T12:30:00.000+02:002006-10-10T12:31:12.981+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Cabeza</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Cayó<br />la cabeza<br />en el lavabo.<br /><br />Tu sonrisa<br />tan sucia<br />clamaba<br />/(saciada)<br />venganza.<br /><br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-4477751652426509311?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1160467074180104392006-10-09T09:57:00.000+02:002006-10-10T09:57:54.193+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Alquiler</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Quizá la moda<br />se empeñe en decirnos<br />cómo deberíamos vestir.<br /><br />A mí la moda<br />no me interesa.<br /><br />Sólo quiero saber<br />cómo quitarte<br />camisa, corbata,<br />pantalón<br />y el odio <br />con el que me miras<br />y que vive de alquiler<br />en tus retinas.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-116046707418010439?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1159788477324568542006-09-27T13:27:00.000+02:002006-10-02T13:27:57.326+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Años</strong> </span><br /><br><br />En dos años<br />poco ha cambiado.<br /><br />Ahora trabajo<br />en un super.<br /><br />De vez en cuando<br />soy feliz.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115978847732456854?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1159788441734002642006-09-15T11:26:00.000+02:002006-10-02T13:27:21.736+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Verano</strong> </span><br /><br><br />A veces<br />huele a cloro<br />o sabe a sal.<br /><br />Tu piel.<br /><br />En verano.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115978844173400264?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1159788394355744522006-09-11T23:25:00.000+02:002006-10-02T13:26:34.356+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Frío</strong> </span><br /><br><br />En una cámara<br />de congelado<br />las lágrimas<br />son cristales<br />que se rompen<br />cuando llegan<br />al suelo.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115978839435574452?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1159788351233899852006-09-07T18:09:00.000+02:002006-10-02T13:25:51.233+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Refrán</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Las palabras<br />las carga<br />el diablo.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115978835123389985?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1159788307043378882006-09-03T13:24:00.000+02:002006-10-02T13:25:07.043+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Fregadero</strong> </span><br /><br><br />El fregadero<br />lleno.<br /> Tantas cosas<br />por hacer.<br /><br />Para olvidarte.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115978830704337888?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1159788229071687822006-08-29T20:15:00.000+02:002006-10-02T13:24:13.170+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Jabón</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Quiero <br />que me hagas olvidar<br />cómo se enjabona<br />la espalda<br />uno mismo.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115978822907168782?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1159788158449161672006-08-17T12:13:00.000+02:002006-10-02T13:22:38.450+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Mudo</strong> </span><br /><br><br />A veces<br />manteníamos<br />las conversaciones<br />que debían tener<br />dos mudos<br />sentados frente una pecera<br />llena de agua<br />pero sin animal alguno.<br /><br />Asentíamos<br />y respondíamos<br />a nuestros pensamientos.<br /><br />Llorábamos<br />por las decisiones equivocadas.<br /><br />Al final<br />me tomaste de la mano<br />en tu imaginación.<br />Yo creí que cogías un cuchillo.<br /><br />Grite lo más fuerte<br />que pude.<br />Que te quería.<br />Y tú pensaste<br />que me marchaba.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115978815844916167?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1159788092651244812006-08-05T13:20:00.000+02:002006-10-02T13:21:32.663+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Piedra</strong> </span><br /><br><br />No quiero<br />construirte<br />más palacios<br />de cartón piedra.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115978809265124481?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1150795434978996772006-06-19T09:22:00.000+02:002006-06-20T11:23:54.980+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Crupier</strong> </span><br /><br><br />En estos juegos,<br />siempre<br />me salen<br />malas cartas.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115079543497899677?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1150795311955914412006-06-17T11:21:00.000+02:002006-06-20T11:23:15.846+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Callado</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Incluso mientras follábamos<br />intuía tus mentiras.<br /><br />Tus dedos tocaban <br />y dejaban en mi piel<br />la sensación<br />de no haberme ni rozado.<br /><br />Tus labios, <br />callando <br />nuestros besos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115079531195591441?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1150194996586897482006-06-13T12:35:00.000+02:002006-06-13T12:36:36.586+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Ventana</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Que te asomes a la ventana<br />y grites<br />a los peces y a los sueños<br />que pasen por la calle<br />que te engañé con los deseos<br />que no quería tener.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115019499658689748?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1150194939914586132006-06-11T23:35:00.000+02:002006-06-13T12:35:39.913+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Tela</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Creamos un tejido<br />que cambiaba<br />bajo la lluvia.<br />Y tu ropa interior<br />deshaciéndose<br />entre mis dedos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115019493991458613?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1150194844554230152006-06-09T16:29:00.000+02:002006-06-13T12:34:04.556+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Cierto</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Existió un momento<br />en el que comenzamos<br />a habitar<br />en la mentira.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115019484455423015?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1150194752981546992006-06-03T12:31:00.000+02:002006-06-13T12:32:32.983+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Canciones</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Quiero rozar<br />las canciones<br />que nos hicieron llorar.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115019475298154699?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1150194701828831452006-05-27T18:30:00.000+02:002006-06-13T12:33:01.453+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Invierno</strong> </span><br /><br><br />El invierno<br />siempre vuelve;<br />amenazas.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-115019470182883145?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1147867840249522512006-05-17T14:09:00.000+02:002006-05-17T14:10:40.250+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Mentiras</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Mintámonos,<br />sugerías<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114786784024952251?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1147867761260710952006-05-15T12:16:00.000+02:002006-05-17T14:09:21.260+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Wanted</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Busco<br />metáforas<br />para versos<br />tristes.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114786776126071095?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1147867614253008132006-05-13T23:06:00.000+02:002006-05-17T14:08:14.256+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Tuya</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Y que te sientas<br />culpable.<br />Esta pena<br />es tuya.<br /><br />Esta pena<br />dentro mío.<br />Tuya sólo.<br />Tuya sola.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114786761425300813?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1147867447370903622006-05-03T14:03:00.000+02:002006-05-17T14:04:07.390+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Cu4tro2</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Imaginaba<br />que me fotografíabas<br />desnudo,<br />captando <br />las subidas<br />y bajadas<br />de esta tontería<br />que algún día<br />alcanzará su momento.<br />En cuatro tiempos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114786744737090362?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1147867565719272792006-05-01T21:05:00.000+02:002006-05-17T14:06:05.720+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Nota</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Nota:<br />Dejar de soñar<br />con soñar<br />a su lado.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114786756571927279?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1147867501526310162006-04-29T22:04:00.000+02:002006-05-17T14:05:25.930+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Frustrado</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Desde hace días<br />busco razones<br />para odiarte<br />sin conseguirlo.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114786750152631016?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1145448042792555972006-04-19T13:57:00.000+02:002006-04-19T14:00:42.816+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CanciónASolas</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Tus rítmicos latidos<br />asaltan el silencio<br />de mis noches a solas.<br />Los latidos<br />que encienden la mecha<br />del comienzo del día.<br /><br />Tus caderas<br />anclas del mundo<br />que me rodea.<br />Mis manos<br />en tus caderas<br />se convierten<br />en el único asidero<br />a la realidad.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114544804279255597?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1144742298064634812006-04-11T09:57:00.000+02:002006-04-11T09:58:18.066+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Monómeros</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Tu piel<br />materia prima<br />de los sueños.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114474229806463481?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1144742217607968872006-04-05T09:56:00.000+02:002006-04-11T09:56:57.620+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Revuelto</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Tu voz.<br /> <br />De sábanas<br />revueltas.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114474221760796887?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1143636483699998402006-03-29T14:47:00.000+02:002006-03-29T14:48:03.723+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Percepción</strong> </span><br /><br><br />A veces<br />mi cama<br />parece<br />una esquina.<br /><br />Otras,<br />tu cuerpo<br />son<br />como tres mundos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114363648369999840?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1142705826221944852006-03-17T16:41:00.000+01:002006-03-18T19:17:06.223+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Ropa</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Planear<br />qué ropa<br />me pongo<br />para que te cueste más<br />quitármela<br />con las manos<br />y menos<br />con los ojos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114270582622194485?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1142705768929226722006-03-09T22:15:00.000+01:002006-05-17T14:11:41.850+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Profesor</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Soñé<br />que te enseñaba<br />a hacerme el amor<br /><br />por cuarta vez.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114270576892922672?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1142705715430686142006-03-07T16:30:00.000+01:002006-03-18T19:15:15.430+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Mapa</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Las extrañezas<br />de tu cuerpo<br />e ideas,<br />estos accidentes<br />geográficos,<br />neuróticos...<br /><br />Cómo me gustaría<br />llegar a aprendérmelos<br />de memoria.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114270571543068614?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1142705667983049652006-03-03T19:13:00.000+01:002006-03-18T19:14:28.370+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Colegios</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Debería ser<br />obligatorio<br />que nos enseñaran<br />en los colegios<br />a evitar<br />pecados<br />como tú.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114270566798304965?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1141051221470388342006-02-27T15:39:00.000+01:002006-02-27T15:40:21.470+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Casa</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Tu casa<br />tu habitación morada<br />incendiándose<br />las palmas de tus manos<br />sosteniéndome<br />en otra caída.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114105122147038834?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1141051186556297092006-02-23T15:52:00.000+01:002006-02-27T15:39:46.556+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Mundos</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Qué fácil<br />chocaban<br />nuestros mundos<br />tan dispares<br />por debajo<br />de nuestras caderas.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114105118655629709?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1141051128135847712006-02-19T15:22:00.000+01:002006-02-27T15:39:02.263+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Correspondencia</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Mándame<br />de nuevo<br />versos y caras<br />y rincones.<br />Pedías.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114105112813584771?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1141051086114163002006-02-13T22:40:00.000+01:002006-02-27T15:38:06.116+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Ley</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Pocos derechos<br />me quedan<br />aún<br />sobre tu cuerpo.<br />Al menos, consérvame<br />el beso.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114105108611416300?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1141051036031294132006-02-07T15:36:00.000+01:002006-02-27T15:37:16.050+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Vacas</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Maldito seas.<br />Siempre más grano<br />en tiempo <br />de vacas gordas.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-114105103603129413?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1138268402352537442006-01-25T10:39:00.000+01:002006-01-26T10:40:02.370+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Café</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Para encontrarme/no perderme necesito el reflejo de tu nariz en mi café.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113826840235253744?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1138012287017201382006-01-23T11:30:00.000+01:002006-01-23T11:33:42.440+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Tic</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Comenzó.<br /><br />El tiempo<br />decidió anidar<br />en tus párpados.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113801228701720138?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1137577253739701582006-01-19T10:40:00.000+01:002006-01-18T10:42:51.030+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Luna</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Un borracho.<br />gritando<br />a la luna<br />y las estrellas<br />que no era justo.<br /><br />Así me siento.<br />Gritando.<br />Borracho.<br />Sólo.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113757725373970158?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1137485775966202172006-01-17T09:15:00.000+01:002006-01-17T09:16:15.976+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Otravezno</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Renegué incluso de los versos que había soñado que me escribías...<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113748577596620217?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1136888483540719522006-01-09T11:20:00.000+01:002006-01-10T11:21:23.583+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Vuelve</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Vuelve.<br /><br />Con la lluvia<br />y las ranas<br />que cantan<br />desde los charcos<br />de tu ombligo.<br /><br />Pero vuelve.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113688848354071952?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1136374983094945822006-01-03T12:42:00.000+01:002006-01-04T12:43:03.110+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Rojo</strong> </span><br /><br><br />La mujeres<br />de rojo<br />lloraban<br />mi muerte.<br /><br />Yo mientras<br />me compadecía.<br /><br />No me gusta<br />estar <br />muerto.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113637498309494582?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1136199871010488492006-01-01T12:03:00.000+01:002006-01-02T12:04:31.023+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Vestido</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Saca el vestido<br />de noches<br />de insomnio.<br />Y vuelve a besar<br />las cenizas<br />que esparció<br />tu mirada<br />en mi estómago.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113619987101048849?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1134122586219008762005-12-09T11:01:00.000+01:002006-01-02T12:08:53.630+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Miguel</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Por otros labios<br />veré<br />el cielo<br />de Manhattan<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113412258621900876?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1133284328356115252005-11-29T18:06:00.000+01:002005-11-29T18:12:08.433+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Reencuentro I</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Fue extraño<br />pero fue;<br />la aspereza de tu cabeza<br />se dejó vencer una vez más.<br />Quizá seas de nuevo el perdedor<br />que me hizo caer.<br /><br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113328432835611525?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1131620312344947572005-11-09T11:55:00.000+01:002005-11-10T11:58:32.366+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Mentira</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Crecen tus sombras<br />bajo las palabras<br />que quemaste en la hogera<br />de mis vanidades.<br /><br />Pinocho aprendió<br />a esconder mentiras al hada<br />y se limaba la nariz.<br /><br />Tú tan sólo llorabas<br />cuando yo dudaba.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113162031234494757?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1130943778128631672005-11-01T16:01:00.000+01:002005-11-02T16:03:32.963+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Fotografía</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Atraparte<br />en el negativo<br />de mi cámara.<br /><br />Tus gemidos <br />en cuatro tiempos.<br />Mis caricias<br />en cuatro instantes.<br />Medio segundo de<br />medio mundo<br />entre foto<br />y foto.<br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113094377812863167?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1130488393743879832005-10-27T10:32:00.000+02:002005-10-28T10:33:13.763+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Deseo</strong> </span><br /><br><br />El deseo contenido<br />anega<br />cada una de las neuronas.<br />Tu piel tersa<br />fría<br />bajo la presión de mis deseos.<br /><br />Desearte así<br />debería<br />estar prohibido<br />o ser pecado.<br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-113048839374387983?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1129803086094636412005-10-19T12:10:00.000+02:002005-10-20T12:11:26.103+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Verdad (y) IV</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Y odiarte<br />como nunca<br />podré hacerlo;<br />que es quererte.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112980308609463641?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1129637790385683602005-10-17T14:15:00.000+02:002005-10-18T14:16:30.396+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Verdad III</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Ahogarte<br />recuerdos y<br />mentiras,<br />en presencias.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112963779038568360?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1129197464259326552005-10-13T11:57:00.000+02:002005-10-13T11:57:44.266+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Verdad II</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Conocer(te)<br />ausencias y leyes<br />[imposibles]<br />por doquier.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112919746425932655?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1129020885451282092005-10-11T10:53:00.000+02:002005-10-11T10:55:40.486+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Verdad I</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Saberte<br />rey y reino<br />de los sueños.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112902088545128209?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1128586460734769442005-10-05T10:00:00.000+02:002005-10-06T10:14:20.823+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Cry</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Que los chicos<br />no lloran,<br />me volví a decir.<br /><br />Seré estúpido...<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112858646073476944?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1128352529421831622005-10-03T17:14:00.000+02:002005-10-03T17:15:29.430+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Palabras</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Nunca dejabas de caer<br />de la cama<br />cuando te sorprendía<br />vagabundeando<br />mi vía láctea.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112835252942183162?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1128073740699109412005-09-29T11:47:00.000+02:002005-09-30T11:49:00.706+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Palabras</strong> </span><br /><br><br />La verdad desnuda<br />me excitaba<br />desde aquel ángulo<br />de tu cuerpo<br />de mármol.<br /><br />Tus dedos suplicantes<br />abrieron<br />un hueco en mis convicciones<br />para besar de nuevo<br />el deseo...<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112807374069910941?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1126777546799968162005-09-15T11:45:00.000+02:002005-09-15T11:45:46.806+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Arquitecto</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Construyamos<br />un mundo<br />que dé cabida<br />a tus mentiras<br />y a mis promesas<br />rotas.<br /><br />Con un poco<br />de suerte,<br />el resto<br />será mentira.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112677754679996816?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1126454069046706632005-09-11T17:53:00.000+02:002005-09-11T17:54:29.056+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>E.</strong> </span><br /><br><br /> Que el cíclope<br />coma tus pies<br />y Medusa<br />congele<br />tus labios.<br /><br />Porque<br />si ellos<br />no lo consiguen,<br />ni el mejor<br />de los psiquiatras,<br />ni el más amigo<br />de mis amigos<br />conseguirá evitar<br />que piense<br />que dices, haces,<br />te vistes,<br />para que responda,<br />deshaga, desnude<br />desde palabras<br />a las caderas<br />de niño<br />que tienes...<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112645406904670663?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1125995760040445712005-09-05T10:35:00.000+02:002005-09-06T10:51:43.316+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Porqués</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Los besos siempre<br />llegan<br />tarde.<br />Las palabras<br />no bastan.<br /><br />Y las mariposas,<br />siempre,<br />anidan<br />en estómagos <br />ajenos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112599576004044571?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1124916417563599732005-08-23T22:46:00.000+02:002005-08-24T22:46:57.566+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Verde</strong> </span><br /><br><br />La mujer<br />verde<br />pedía <br />venganza<br />de su propia <br />muerte.<br /><br />Tus labios,<br />besos.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112491641756359973?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1124724475228669412005-08-21T17:27:00.000+02:002005-08-22T17:27:55.233+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Forma</strong> </span><br /><br><br />I.<br />No me alcanzan<br />con los versos<br />para escribirte<br />versos.<br /><br />II.<br />No necesito<br />versos<br />para escribirte<br />versos.<br /><br />III.<br />No quiero más<br />versos<br />para escribirte<br />que<br />te quiero.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112472447522866941?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12019141.post-1124038419424326632005-08-13T18:53:00.000+02:002005-08-15T19:45:07.103+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Sargentos</strong> </span><br /><br><br />Ellos<br />me ordenaban<br />que disparara<br />a tu pecho<br />frente al paredón,<br />que sacara <br />tu corazón<br />y lo guardara <br />en una cajita,<br />que te cortara<br />la cabeza,<br />que no te llorara.<br /><br />Pero aún<br />no aprendí<br />a obedecer.<br /></div><br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12019141-112403841942432663?l=dobleces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oroDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802014602995747818noreply@blogger.com0