tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72779167856560701672024-03-05T23:50:26.464-08:00Gonzalo EdoGonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-89747563364388586342018-10-10T08:28:00.001-07:002018-10-10T08:28:23.526-07:00Muchas veces<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Muchas veces sueño que puedo saltar y elevarme todo lo alto que quiera. Puedo subirme a edificios y verlo todo, el mundo, desde arriba.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-5578487361329892832018-10-07T04:19:00.001-07:002018-10-07T04:23:06.116-07:00The search for freedom and establishment of identity<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Fashion
reflects the taste, values and dominant opinions of an era. It is the
reflection and aesthetic expression of a society, and therefore, it allows to
identify how people thought at a certain moment.</span></div>
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every age, fashion is imposed not only by personalities such as artists,
politicians, etc., but also, it is created from the social values and
attitudes prevailing at that time. This is because fashion is an identity
communicator. Religion, the levels of education of people, the social position,
all of them create different needs that are reflected in the way we dress. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; padding: 0cm;">During the twentieth century, women achieved social, political and economic
freedoms, and this was also reflected in a yearning for freedom in fashion,
such as the introduction of trousers at the beginning of the century, the
liberation of the corset and the petticoats, and later, the introduction of the
miniskirt by Mary Quant in the 1960's. Many have been the designers
who have fought for freedom for women through history, from Chanel with her
introduction of the swimsuits and masculine looks, to Fortuny and his loose
pleating silk dresses that revealed against the corset. Even Claire McCardell
introduced the sportswear and adjusted the clothes for the housewifes that
worked outside home.</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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present, women are becoming freer and they develop diverse activities for which
they need clothes that adapt to all the functions. Through appearance style
(personal interpretations of, and resistances to, fashion), individuals
announce who they are and who they hope to become. Moreover, they express who
they do not want to be or become. Appearance style is a metaphor for
identity; it is a complex metaphor that includes physical features (for example,
skin, bodily shape, hair texture) as well as clothing and grooming practices. </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none; font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; padding: 0cm;">In
consumer behavior, the influence of the big high fashion houses and the
designers must be emphasized. Their creations, in general, create trends that
others follow. Designers understand that the audience seeks for a change and
innovation and, therefore, seek to satisfy them from their new creations. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif;">The word of the designer, the fashion producer or the
seller no longer reach to impose a fashion. As noted earlier, fashions are
developed for various reasons: social changes, changes in attitudes and
preferences, technological development, changes in the environment or major
world events. It is important to consider that everything depends on the
moment, the country or specific place and the group or population that is
involved in that change. The designer develops new ideas but slowly walks
towards them as he builds consumer taste gradually and continuously. There are
exceptions, such as Christian Dior who, after World War II, introduces the new
look concept of women liberated, participatory and feminine. The
evolutionary nature of fashion changes is of vital importance to the creators,
since in capturing it they have foundations to predict and identify the next
fashion.</span></div>
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<br />Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-39958389612648475352018-08-28T05:57:00.002-07:002018-08-28T05:57:22.126-07:00Cuando se apaguen las luces<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Cuando se apaguen las luces</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Quiero que me dibujes</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Quiero echar a correr</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Y desmontar el tiempo. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Dime que no habría nada que no pueda tener</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Y nada que tú no harías</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Si te escaparas conmigo.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Quisiera verte bajo las luces ahora. </span></span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-41227435874667518462018-08-27T14:36:00.002-07:002018-08-27T14:36:32.889-07:00<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Es como estar delante de un escaparate. Todo está al otro lado del cristal, puedo verlo y puedo observarlo, pero no puedo alcanzarlo, y no puedo tocarlo.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-74866593832257776692018-08-18T07:17:00.003-07:002018-08-18T08:31:06.347-07:00Encantado<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ahí estaba de nuevo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">En el mismo lugar cansado y solitario</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Entre paredes de engaños</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Forzando la risa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Fingiendo sonrisas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Los ojos cambiantes y la vacante desaparecieron cuando te vi </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">La noche brillaba</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Decía no la dejes ir</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Quisiera que esto fuera la primera página</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Y no donde termina la línea de la historia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Me hubiera gustado que supieras</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Que estuve encantado de conocerte.</span><br />
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Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-22379407789440959102018-08-12T09:50:00.000-07:002018-08-18T07:05:26.453-07:00En blanco<div>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">En blanco</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tan pálido y vacío</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Que amenazas con burlarte</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Enfrentandote a las piedras,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">las que lanzas sin fijarte.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">En blanco</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Como un barco encallado,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">sin rumbo ni destino</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Como un motor que no prende</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Un cuchillo que no afila</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Una voz que se entrecorta</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Unas manos que no sienten</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">En blanco</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cruzando el calor del frío</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Del cobarde hacia el olvido</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Para que mis letras perduren</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A los chasquidos más enanos</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A los estruendos más mínimos</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">En blanco</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Porque es grande mi temor</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A que todo esto se acabe</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A que nada de esto quede</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A que el tiempo descienda y vuele</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Imborrable, efímero, amado</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Como la huella que pisa el camino por primera vez</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Donde los sueños no tienen fin.</span></div>
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Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-16533860351948398202018-07-30T17:06:00.002-07:002018-07-31T09:31:40.567-07:00La bicicleta<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">La bicicleta sale de casa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Se corona en el umbral</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">El umbral de ese momento</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Contemplando la ciudad.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">El sol se derretía</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Con nuestra sombra detrás</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y era el verano</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">caluroso</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">quien pasó por mi portal.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cuándo el hielo se fundía</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cuándo el gallo cante ya</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cuándo acabe la telilla</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tus manos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pasan junto a mí</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y tú brillas.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pasan entregando</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">ganas, mañana, roce</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">y anochecía.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pensé que alguien me ayude</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tú dijiste que querías</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Y en la puerta</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Esperando</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">La bicicleta volvía.</span><br />
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<br />Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-44369255630221836432018-07-25T14:37:00.003-07:002018-07-25T14:39:56.961-07:00Rosas<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Rosas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">de hijos tan nietos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Rosas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">un día desmiento</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Rosas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">me invento y presiento,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">te guardo en mi aliento.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Rosas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">de amor eterno </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">resiento.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-4805959680264737682018-07-19T16:10:00.001-07:002018-07-19T16:10:13.054-07:00<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Economía del movimiento no es ley del mínimo esfuerzo.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-2885823180467366832018-07-19T15:51:00.001-07:002018-07-19T15:51:11.819-07:00<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">No se cuantas veces me he enamorado en un vagón de metro. </span></div>
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Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-85566348015293224472018-07-19T15:50:00.003-07:002018-07-19T15:50:52.387-07:00<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Crecer es eso, supongo. </span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Recibir la llamada </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">La llamada de Dios</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">La llamada del Amor</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">La llamada a ser tú mismo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A equivocarte </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Y perder </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Perder ese miedo a</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> tomar decisiones </span></div>
Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-57789199843153219832018-07-19T15:46:00.002-07:002018-07-19T15:46:33.212-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Como se supone que puedo leer literatura Hispanoamericana mientras mantengo activa mi vida social?</span></span><br />
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Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-16777826462429114062018-07-19T15:44:00.001-07:002018-07-19T15:44:42.058-07:00Lo procuro de verdad<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Procuro ir aprendiendo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Pero vuelvo a caer</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Te decepcionas</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Me decepciono </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Y ya no me crees</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Quizás algún día </span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Quizás pronto ya</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Pueda hacerlo bien </span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Y todo ese desgarro</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Todo lo perdido</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #454545;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">En la memoria quede</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Nunca más bienvenido</span></div>
Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-46622509292354486432018-07-12T14:36:00.003-07:002018-07-12T14:36:48.266-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Siempre quise ser de esas personas que aprovechan hasta los viajes en autobús hacer algo. De las que practican los ritmos de un piano, estudian apuntes de Biología, subrayan libros de autoayuda, o buscan miradas perdidas jugando a ser valiente. </span></span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-31633814847268012642018-07-12T06:39:00.005-07:002018-07-12T14:37:44.679-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #454545;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Y mientras dejaba ir aquel mes tras mis pasos, no pude evitar preguntarme si eran realmente esas decisiones las que marcan la diferencia. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Si esconder tormentas bajo gafas de cristal sirve para algo más que para agotarse. Si en un mundo con más caras que cruces un par de palabras pueden intentar tocar tu pequeño corazón. </span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-71469446099319929082018-07-11T14:10:00.001-07:002018-07-11T14:10:55.963-07:00<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Tres pajaritos se sentaron en mi ventana </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Me dijeron que no me preocupe.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-91146570944777053572018-07-11T13:38:00.004-07:002018-07-11T13:38:47.141-07:00Algo que aprender<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Algo que aprender</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Pasan un montón de cosas cuando a uno le duele</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sin dolor no aprendo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sin aprender no escribo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sin escribir no siento</span></div>
Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-37972686006188234412018-07-03T16:17:00.001-07:002018-07-03T16:19:15.064-07:00<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #454545;"><span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Mariposas. Y al entrar los techos de selva dejaban entrever la luz entre vigas de madera. Libros antiguos y Platón, Secretos y Mentiras de Mike Leigh, y los tactos por defecto se juntaron. La luz se fue tan rápido como la cena se quedó fría, y las ropas por el suelo. Desde la ventana La Latina y su biblioteca de Lavapiés sin noción del tiempo. </span></span></span><a dir="ltr" href="https://www.blogger.com/null" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">11:30</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-size: 12.8px;">, ya voy para allá. Me acelero entre los planos del silencio de la calle, pero el metro no llega, y te encuentro esperándome entre los geranios del balcón. </span></span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-12257513405173909542018-07-01T14:39:00.002-07:002018-07-03T16:19:46.479-07:00<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Había eliminado su número, sus historias y los kilómetros de distancia. Pero por alguna extraña razón se encontraron bailando en verano en los bajos de Orense.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-23319471157699296082018-07-01T13:31:00.001-07:002018-07-02T01:11:26.836-07:00<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tus actos no pararon mis palabras. Y el viento no pudo mantener unas pinzas que ya no se sujetan. Perder o ganar. Ganar o perder. Andar o dejar ir.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-60358627081822512172018-07-01T13:25:00.001-07:002018-07-01T13:25:25.670-07:00<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Me gustan las personas que no necesitan avisar para aparecer. Ni una fecha para regalar. Que besan sin pedirlo. Las que están cuando ni tu te encuentras. Las que arrollan los miedos a base de ganas.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-8590917410526403362018-06-24T11:58:00.002-07:002018-06-24T11:59:54.126-07:00<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Él creía que podía volver a los días especiales sin que lo fueran.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-1781042905387572242018-06-03T12:13:00.000-07:002018-06-03T14:11:11.978-07:00Pasa<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pasa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">que quiero contarte lo que me pasa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pasa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">que te pienso a cada paso</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pasa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">sin pisar lo que nos pase</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pasa</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">o yo paso</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-5520035389264342202018-06-03T12:11:00.000-07:002018-06-03T12:14:01.466-07:00<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Tiritas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">que curan la herida</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Tiritas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">si estás a mi lado</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Tiritas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">lo sé, lo siento</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">y no era el frío.</span>Gonzalohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15658515069481523557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277916785656070167.post-54284067904657935472018-05-28T05:06:00.002-07:002018-05-28T12:33:53.769-07:00<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Maldito seas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cuando disfrazas tus redes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Con aires de vida y certeza.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Si algo te agradezco</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Es lo que demuestras</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Cuando miro,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Y me giro,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Si me aprecias.</span><br />
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