tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82936232009-11-07T00:54:56.313-06:00crystals like blood in a broken stoneEmmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.comBlogger449125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-39985100078723973432009-11-07T00:49:00.002-06:002009-11-07T00:54:56.336-06:00Permanezco.<br />Aunque me deje<br />un poco en cada paso.<br /><br />Me mantengo<br />yo, a pesar del vaivén<br />de mis pensamientos.<br /><br />Soy<br />inderruible, ignoro<br />cómo obsequiarme a ti.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-3998510007872397343?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-12078793618719137362009-11-03T02:29:00.003-06:002009-11-03T02:35:04.349-06:00Nada nos redime<br />como la distancia;<br />pensarte de lejos<br />nos vuelve eternos.<br /><br />Ve, no regreses,<br />que acá sólo<br />puedes morir siendo<br />otro vicio enfermo.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-1207879361871913736?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-33977685995992474602009-10-26T02:05:00.001-06:002009-10-26T02:08:00.262-06:00Llega el viento,<br />trae mi único amor<br />y mi descanso.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-3397768599599247460?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-7850846971034167852009-10-20T03:22:00.001-05:002009-10-20T03:22:54.231-05:00I<br />never wanted<br />you here, but...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-785084697103416785?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-30711922154185667542009-09-28T00:22:00.001-05:002009-09-28T00:23:45.125-05:00Hoy mi cuerpo asemeja<br />una promesa circular<br /><br />Que se come su propia cabeza<br />que pesa como agua de sal<br /><br />Ilumina esta noche el mañana<br />en que has de regresar<br /><br />A llenar de vida mi espera<br />como vuelve a la tierra el mar.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-3071192215418566754?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-13150052588823903472009-09-20T04:09:00.004-05:002009-09-20T04:17:59.431-05:00Te quiero<br />cuando te permites<br />vivir el momento,<br />como el río desbordado<br />y el sexo violento.<br /><br />Espero<br />la hora incorrecta<br />y el lugar inadecuado<br />para inundar de instante<br />el arrebato a tu lado.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-1315005258882390347?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-87534596626472704282009-09-11T01:26:00.002-05:002009-09-11T01:27:20.571-05:00Las calles fluyen.<br />Silentes navegamos<br />como espejos.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-8753459662647270428?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-1935979775379144212009-08-28T00:31:00.002-05:002009-08-28T00:35:18.733-05:00Por la puerta<br />entra el día<br />y salgo yo.<br /><br />En el subterráneo<br />está la gente<br />y viajo yo.<br /><br />Por el camino<br />me vuelvo una hormiga<br />que no soy yo.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-193597977537914421?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-80227897168345827372009-08-24T23:30:00.002-05:002009-08-25T00:25:28.922-05:00Detrás de mis ojos<br />hay un campo de pensamientos<br />mecidos serenamente<br />en el capricho de los vientos.<br /><br />Por las colinas de terciopelo<br />voy arrullando mi dolor<br />Soy del tiempo siervo<br />Soy de la noche pastor.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-8022789716834582737?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-48902485293345457752009-08-04T23:45:00.006-05:002009-08-21T22:21:30.803-05:00La ciencia asegura<br />que no soy yo<br />aquél que nació<br />y creció<br />y aprendió<br /><br />Que el amor<br />es sólo una reacción<br /><br />Que la vida<br />es morir por siempre.<br /><br />La ciencia asegura<br />que mis ojos<br />y mis oídos<br />y mis dedos<br /><br />No saben lo que creen<br />pero yo lo sé<br /><br />Soy otro a cada minuto<br />ocultándome de la muerte.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-4890248529334545775?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-40633135419024119872009-07-24T14:38:00.003-05:002009-07-24T14:44:51.675-05:00Voy y vengo,<br />muevo mi cuerpo sin final<br /><br />Reflejo el cielo<br />con mi espejo de sal<br /><br />Acaricio<br />tus costas sin cesar<br /><br />Mi alma<br />está hecha de mar.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">= o =</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-4063313541902411987?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-83282853073427992662009-07-18T15:54:00.005-05:002009-07-18T16:03:05.600-05:00Sin ropa o luz<br />cruzamos el bosque<br />ardiente<br /><br />procurando el fuego<br />con suspiros delicados.<br /><br />Las manos<br />inquietas<br />acariciaban el aire,<br /><br />cazando luciérnagas<br />con ojos cerrados.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-8328285307342799266?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-64452128406615485742009-07-18T02:44:00.001-05:002009-07-18T02:45:57.606-05:00Puedes quedarte,<br />cerrar fuerte los ojos<br />y abrazarme.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈ </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-6445212840661548574?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-74866705350167936382009-07-07T01:48:00.012-05:002009-07-18T02:46:44.370-05:00Querían<br />saber cómo era ser<br />uno<br />fundiéndose<br />en un par de ojos<br />una boca<br />una divinidad<br />desdoblada<br />siguiendo el ritmo<br />que tiene el mundo<br />para el ritual<br />de las combinaciones<br />cual aves planeaban<br />fugarse<br />extendiendo sus alas<br />como almas<br />elevándose<br />en un respiro.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-7486670535016793638?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-77238926470208169652009-07-05T04:02:00.004-05:002009-09-20T04:15:40.201-05:00Porque la noche<br />es de los amantes,<br />amémonos de día<br /><br />Que nuestro amor<br />inunde la tarde<br />de viva osadía.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-7723892647020816965?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-34714349498675971002009-06-30T00:23:00.004-05:002009-06-30T00:33:02.176-05:00Cierra los ojos<br />y cura con tu sueño<br />la noche lenta.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-3471434949867597100?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-37824724347716087752009-06-18T19:13:00.000-05:002009-06-18T19:14:39.691-05:00No busques<br />en mí<br />el descanso.<br /><br />Mi mente<br />nunca fue<br />océano manso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-3782472434771608775?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-74157510400912562632009-06-18T00:44:00.000-05:002009-06-18T00:47:48.979-05:00I come home to an<br />unmade bed, with your figure<br />drawn upon the plaid.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-7415751040091256263?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-23674810170860679272009-06-14T15:05:00.004-05:002009-06-14T16:29:05.315-05:00La tragedia más grande<br />en este cuento de transparencias<br /><br />no es que yo me haya ido<br />sin boleto de vuelta<br /><br />Sino que tú jamás estuviste,<br />libre o resuelta.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> ≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-2367481017086067927?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-14628167099448708572009-06-10T02:09:00.001-05:002009-06-10T02:10:49.916-05:00Serán tus labios<br />besándome o está<br />lloviendo poesía.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-1462816709944870857?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-60029692874031979672009-06-01T01:35:00.002-05:002009-06-01T01:38:00.305-05:00Hay un<br />océano tormentoso<br />agitándose<br /><br />Todo el tiempo,<br />cerca o lejos,<br /><br />Hay un barco<br />rindiéndose<br />a la mar.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-6002969287403197967?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-29387401184820285612009-05-31T05:01:00.005-05:002009-07-18T02:51:06.781-05:00Soy el sujeto<br />dispuesto a exponerse,<br />el intérprete<br />de sus propias experiencias.<br /><br />Soy razón,<br />acto y efecto<br />de la marea<br />de los tiempos.<br /><br />Soy la distorsión<br />en el grito de auxilio<br />que permite<br />esta barrera entre nosotros.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-2938740118482028561?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-3716715446666252652009-05-29T02:19:00.003-05:002009-05-31T05:05:36.880-05:00Existen<br />preguntas en la oscuridad<br />interpretando<br />el respiro de dos<br />ansiedades<br />buscando y esperando<br />conocer<br />los placeres desconocidos.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-371671544666625265?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-65839631987261934112009-05-29T02:06:00.002-05:002009-05-29T02:08:04.206-05:00Es otro año<br />y yo me reconozco<br />igual que ayer.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-6583963198726193411?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293623.post-90763093375502929912009-05-26T01:19:00.005-05:002009-05-29T02:07:52.967-05:00Por la mañana<br />nacemos abrazados<br />como amantes.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">≈ o ≈</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293623-9076309337550292991?l=inconstanti.blogspot.com'/></div>Emmanuelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698875800560762051noreply@blogger.com0