tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184105404644224252012-01-23T19:17:09.575+01:00cuentos, poesias, ilustraciones y cosas que se te ocurren cuando te aburresMaldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.comBlogger1051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-9524588034817297062012-01-22T14:12:00.007+01:002012-01-23T19:17:09.583+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPdlkHnfwjc/TxwLk1rVr7I/AAAAAAAAA58/uOTn-uHglwo/s1600/gastroteatro.tiff"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPdlkHnfwjc/TxwLk1rVr7I/AAAAAAAAA58/uOTn-uHglwo/s400/gastroteatro.tiff" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700443955856256946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpLm2zDQHP4/Tx2jyiKgd4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6jiY699yAGc/s1600/clara.leon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpLm2zDQHP4/Tx2jyiKgd4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6jiY699yAGc/s400/clara.leon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700892791880578946" border="0" /></a>En la calle Loreto y Chicote, en Teatro por dinero, puedes disfrutar durante<br />dos semanas de microgastroteatro. Y de paso ver este cuadro de Clara León<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-952458803481729706?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-65710238814010483122011-12-20T12:35:00.001+01:002011-12-20T12:37:21.172+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2QP15vwLDk/TvBzXavhzEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/MVdp9T7WrEA/s1600/IMGP6820.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2QP15vwLDk/TvBzXavhzEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/MVdp9T7WrEA/s400/IMGP6820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688173175521791042" border="0" /></a>Sinking of you...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6571023881401048312?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-75557155672462502432011-12-14T14:27:00.007+01:002011-12-20T12:39:59.709+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mooHtjQVWoI/TuizPf5n5_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/VNoJQE65f4c/s1600/berlin_wall.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mooHtjQVWoI/TuizPf5n5_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/VNoJQE65f4c/s400/berlin_wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685991608397850610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">El muro de Berlín dividió la ciudad durante 28 años.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ahora los niños juegan a su alrededor en Mauerpark.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7555715567246250243?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-73516295698999296562011-12-02T17:56:00.010+01:002011-12-15T20:48:13.763+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZF7EtHKpuw/TupO7v2-vaI/AAAAAAAAA5U/riE-w6mwE6k/s1600/6444570243_c37538dda2_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZF7EtHKpuw/TupO7v2-vaI/AAAAAAAAA5U/riE-w6mwE6k/s400/6444570243_c37538dda2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686444267874991522" border="0" /></a>Un superheroe de pacotilla<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">y una demente diabólica.<br />Unen sus fuerzas contra<br />los enemigos comunes del dia a dia.<br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7351629569899929656?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-33052814677058940532011-11-30T09:37:00.014+01:002011-12-02T12:51:48.358+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZuFW_1CwtQ/TtYgTnBZb4I/AAAAAAAAA4A/-pBbEn6Y-PM/s1600/daltonico.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZuFW_1CwtQ/TtYgTnBZb4I/AAAAAAAAA4A/-pBbEn6Y-PM/s400/daltonico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680763501238906754" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div id="gt-tgt-lang-sugg" class="gt-tgt-lang-sugg-message"><div tabindex="0" style="-moz-user-select: none;" role="button" pressed="false" class="goog-inline-block goog-toolbar-button"><div class="goog-inline-block goog-toolbar-button-outer-box"><div dir="ltr" style="">Jhonny es un tipo irónico y lacónico y también un poquito daltónico<br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3305281467705894053?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-55350670863873993222011-11-04T12:10:00.007+01:002011-12-02T12:52:28.552+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-014iYCqZk/TrPJkSLc2WI/AAAAAAAAA3E/scb7bQyX3LU/s1600/tweeteando.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-014iYCqZk/TrPJkSLc2WI/AAAAAAAAA3E/scb7bQyX3LU/s400/tweeteando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671097980981926242" border="0" /></a><a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Malditocolumpio">Maldito Twitter</a><br />Siempre buscando nuevas formas de perder el tiempo ;)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-5535067086387399322?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-12217429937348941072011-10-07T15:34:00.004+02:002011-11-04T12:19:14.919+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBOxxOIXCQ4/TrPJ6-gWnFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gb0f2SbLZxE/s1600/2cafe.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBOxxOIXCQ4/TrPJ6-gWnFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gb0f2SbLZxE/s400/2cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671098370837879890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBs4syOULd4/TrPJ7Jmn51I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Hk-aoXc1D_Y/s1600/1cafe.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBs4syOULd4/TrPJ7Jmn51I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Hk-aoXc1D_Y/s400/1cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671098373816969042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QarJqJIIGSI/TrPJ6kXdMII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/HR9M1p-As2A/s1600/3cafe.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QarJqJIIGSI/TrPJ6kXdMII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/HR9M1p-As2A/s400/3cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671098363821240450" border="0" /></a>Para la exposición colectiva del <a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/madrid/microteatro/da/homenaje/elpepuespmad/20111006elpmad_7/Tes">aniversario del Microteatro</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1221742993734894107?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-17719750362960192152011-10-01T16:12:00.009+02:002011-10-02T04:07:39.740+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ2-2MgMrUs/Tocf04enBlI/AAAAAAAAA2w/jRpSXRtQb0g/s1600/oldlady.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZ2-2MgMrUs/Tocf04enBlI/AAAAAAAAA2w/jRpSXRtQb0g/s400/oldlady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658526450188748370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1771975036296019215?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-60670477240866672752011-08-17T11:36:00.009+02:002011-12-02T20:27:10.851+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UiYYJVtXbV0/TkuMM1q83nI/AAAAAAAAA2U/TC6z-nDkH-4/s1600/porada_letras_libres.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 441px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UiYYJVtXbV0/TkuMM1q83nI/AAAAAAAAA2U/TC6z-nDkH-4/s400/porada_letras_libres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641757110405226098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Ángela dando una voltereta en la piscina,<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">mi portada </span><span style="font-size:100%;">de agosto </span><span style="font-size:100%;">para Letras Libres.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6067047724086667275?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-23569577597866648842011-08-16T01:05:00.009+02:002011-10-07T15:42:58.617+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbVxYe005O4/TkmmznvKAJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/NHV8Omqjjbo/s1600/IMG_1399.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 496px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IbVxYe005O4/TkmmznvKAJI/AAAAAAAAA2M/NHV8Omqjjbo/s400/IMG_1399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641223414028566674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Pero no solo estamos de vacaciones<br />aqui van dos artículos:</span><br /><a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/revista/agosto/sirve/escalera/elpten/20110809elpepirdv_3/Tes">¿Para que sirve una escalera?</a><br /><a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/revista/agosto/Edimburgo/ensayo/error/elpten/20110814elpepirdv_10/Tes">Edimburgo, ensayo y error</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2356957759786664884?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-57390428714880395272011-07-11T10:31:00.003+02:002011-07-11T13:46:15.773+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7vCB6laUqk/Thq2vNmtAII/AAAAAAAAA2E/-8klD6uobx4/s1600/cofeecabeza.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7vCB6laUqk/Thq2vNmtAII/AAAAAAAAA2E/-8klD6uobx4/s400/cofeecabeza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628011606574956674" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">...so even when you're gone</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> you will stay in my notebook.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(para Vicky y Mex)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-5739042871488039527?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-21822528210751923992011-06-29T18:09:00.013+02:002011-07-11T10:41:10.685+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7GlgEDoBgg/TgtPaqDGFMI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Y6EXFUziLVU/s1600/public.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7GlgEDoBgg/TgtPaqDGFMI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Y6EXFUziLVU/s400/public.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623675879084659906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Los conciertos en la terraza del Círculo de Bellas Artes</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />son lo mejor del verano en la ciudad</span>.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1_8909dNJ0">summer in the city</a></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2182252821075192399?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-48170897820590763202011-06-05T12:30:00.008+02:002011-06-12T17:38:00.761+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAaj21I6XkE/Teta5aA4kuI/AAAAAAAAA0k/BJSicaX8hX0/s1600/tejidos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAaj21I6XkE/Teta5aA4kuI/AAAAAAAAA0k/BJSicaX8hX0/s400/tejidos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614681302729528034" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.xordica.com/titulos_det.php?id=195"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tejidos y Novedades</span></a> es una recopilación de cuentos<br />de Cristina Grandes en las que los pequeños misterios<br />de la vida cotidiana son los protagonistas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iq3PhUKwJ0Q/Te4vwP0vmgI/AAAAAAAAA0s/DoOzlBcW6g4/s1600/tejidos%2By%2Bnovedades.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iq3PhUKwJ0Q/Te4vwP0vmgI/AAAAAAAAA0s/DoOzlBcW6g4/s400/tejidos%2By%2Bnovedades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615478291305568770" border="0" /></a>La escritora con su libro.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(: Portada perpetrada por Clara León :)<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4817089782059076320?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-10145267949098601332011-06-04T11:48:00.012+02:002011-07-01T17:09:21.340+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHfH6-TXTXs/TeoA39G30_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/mhplatns2hM/s1600/sindrome_coleccionista.tiff"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHfH6-TXTXs/TeoA39G30_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/mhplatns2hM/s400/sindrome_coleccionista.tiff" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614300846766937074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Entrevista de Maria a Clara para<a href="http://sindromecoleccionista.blogspot.com/2011/06/clara-leon-y-sus-ilustraciones.html"> Sindrome coleccionista</a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Merci :)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSiYVtz5IHs/Tg2QUKriGiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/arRojzRPqRU/s1600/adondelaviste.tiff"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></a><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSiYVtz5IHs/Tg2QUKriGiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/arRojzRPqRU/s1600/adondelaviste.tiff"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Esto no es un blog de Arte</span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">...</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSiYVtz5IHs/Tg2QUKriGiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/arRojzRPqRU/s1600/adondelaviste.tiff"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-er2O1rJvHhs/Tg240JER7BI/AAAAAAAAA1s/y5eJ3E8_x7c/s1600/clara_leon.tiff"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-er2O1rJvHhs/Tg240JER7BI/AAAAAAAAA1s/y5eJ3E8_x7c/s400/clara_leon.tiff" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624354715582196754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">es una nueva fuente de información: <a href="http://adondelaviste.tumblr.com/post/7047427356/clara-leon">adondelaviste</a></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1014526794909860133?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-72324393794017559002011-05-30T11:18:00.008+02:002011-06-04T11:20:05.989+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2_q1ORqQDg/TeNkuAwJo3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/5qtGj_Fdgig/s1600/asleep.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2_q1ORqQDg/TeNkuAwJo3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/5qtGj_Fdgig/s400/asleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612440302272488306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tengo miedo a que sea mañana<br />ya ha pasado otras veces, lo sé,<br />y no suele ser para tanto<br />pero la espera es tranquila<br />la preparación, predecible,<br />y mañana te obliga a la fuerza<br />a ser a hacer a parecer<br />a sufrir otra espera<br />no duele, solo da miedo, ahoga<br />la realidad dura de veinte segundos a una hora<br />si solo pudiera esperarse otro poquito<br />si solo pudiera aguantar la cara levantada<br />y decir<br />aquí estoy<br />no pasa nada<br />y lo poco que pasa no me atraviesa ni me hincha las entrañas<br />da miedo<br />ven aquí te estoy esperando<br />cobarde y entero y no puedo<br />no sale y mi esfuerzo solo se esparce<br />el miedo<br />y un segundo estúpido<br />¿no podría tardar mañana<br />tres o cuatro días en llegar?</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">un poema de j.a. aunión<br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7232439379401755900?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-32924599739492462142011-05-02T11:23:00.009+02:002011-06-04T10:02:35.252+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQegQabt9-Y/Tb54VvP9M1I/AAAAAAAAAzo/FvTutNqssTk/s1600/5675048923_e7fb3ae832_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQegQabt9-Y/Tb54VvP9M1I/AAAAAAAAAzo/FvTutNqssTk/s400/5675048923_e7fb3ae832_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602047301351453522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Lección número uno para la vida en pareja: comprar un lavavajillas</span>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3292459973949246214?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-39131671843898772142011-04-30T15:19:00.012+02:002011-06-04T11:21:34.915+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ7rvBD2dHU/Tb_a5netucI/AAAAAAAAAz4/hIGbCdpBk6A/s1600/cartelon.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ7rvBD2dHU/Tb_a5netucI/AAAAAAAAAz4/hIGbCdpBk6A/s400/cartelon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602437144857393602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25552560@N08/sets/72157626515674258/show/"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;">LA EXPO</a></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">del 3 de Mayo al 3 de Junio</span><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22400%22%20height=%22300%22%3E%20%3Cparam%20name=%22flashvars%22%20value=%22offsite=true&amp;lang=es-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F25552560%40N08%2Fsets%2F72157626515674258%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F25552560%40N08%2Fsets%2F72157626515674258%2F&amp;set_id=72157626515674258&amp;jump_to=%22%3E%3C/param%3E%20%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=104087%22%3E%3C/param%3E%20%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20src=%22http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=104087%22%20allowFullScreen=%22true%22%20flashvars=%22offsite=true&amp;lang=es-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F25552560%40N08%2Fsets%2F72157626515674258%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F25552560%40N08%2Fsets%2F72157626515674258%2F&amp;set_id=72157626515674258&amp;jump_to=%22%20width=%22400%22%20height=%22300%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3913167184389877214?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-11718904602924221102011-04-27T19:05:00.011+02:002011-06-04T11:22:31.329+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUz4AlLvY3w/Td9rrKuUtsI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aiA2kYI78Xk/s1600/cerro%2Bbayo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUz4AlLvY3w/Td9rrKuUtsI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aiA2kYI78Xk/s400/cerro%2Bbayo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611322050084124354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(esto no es un cartel)</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">.<span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">.. tienes suerte porque puedes ver </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Cerro Bayo</span><span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> en la </span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.casamerica.es/cine/cerro-bayo"><span style="color: rgb(191, 95, 0);">Casa de América</span></a></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">del 1 al 11 de Junio</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" >.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1171890460292422110?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-80844698057571056402011-04-03T18:34:00.003+02:002011-04-03T19:17:37.151+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-beA_DARW9T8/TZiqu-uVVoI/AAAAAAAAAzA/SYvchVe8x5c/s1600/tabasco.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-beA_DARW9T8/TZiqu-uVVoI/AAAAAAAAAzA/SYvchVe8x5c/s400/tabasco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591406661468509826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Clara y Juan </span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8084469805757105640?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-13272924839085077462011-03-28T02:45:00.007+02:002011-03-31T12:20:01.472+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQvTKKFedbw/TY_gNvwsx8I/AAAAAAAAAyg/tYsYlwcAklw/s1600/poeta.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQvTKKFedbw/TY_gNvwsx8I/AAAAAAAAAyg/tYsYlwcAklw/s400/poeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588932189353723842" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" >Vacié el cuaderno de palabras</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">y solo quedó una esquina vacía</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">entre mi esternón y el vacío metafísico</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">de la cabeza vaciada de un centollo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">comprendí no sin esfuerzo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">que el rellenado de segundos es</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">una actividad tan decente como otra cualquiera</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">probada la épica de la opulencia</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">no querrás que luego me desacostumbre</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">las palabras serán mucho más tontas y las poesías</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">también</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">pero la vida será menos densa</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">probablemente es ridículo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sentir la culpabilidad de lo bueno</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">y lo reconfortante de lo malo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">pero algo tendré que hacer con ello</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">aunque solo sea</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">contar distancias.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">j. a. aunión</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1327292483908507746?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-45797311535552215552011-03-20T12:05:00.008+01:002011-03-28T03:02:04.557+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssRAjQ6YQBk/TYZ8LEekEDI/AAAAAAAAAyI/mgjXMrWFZ4k/s1600/terremoto.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssRAjQ6YQBk/TYZ8LEekEDI/AAAAAAAAAyI/mgjXMrWFZ4k/s400/terremoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586288917422018610" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cruzroja.es/mailings/japon/">ayuda a japón</a><br /><a style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.google.com/crisisresponse/japanquake2011.html#donation">help japan</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4579731153555221555?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-7633259025853064382011-03-12T14:28:00.006+01:002011-06-04T11:48:36.313+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oUHWJia6fQ/TXt6IqXaTTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/zLsGj9MLzTQ/s1600/coffe.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oUHWJia6fQ/TXt6IqXaTTI/AAAAAAAAAxg/zLsGj9MLzTQ/s400/coffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583190452285885746" border="0" /></a> stir the sugar into the coffee<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span onclick="'redirectWR(event," class="clickable"><span class="b">while sit staring into space</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-763325902585306438?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-76833263649134794262011-03-09T17:25:00.012+01:002011-05-10T12:47:27.019+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo1B4ZvEHKA/TXf8rAcjO3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/PvHNjPTwOYE/s1600/onfire.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo1B4ZvEHKA/TXf8rAcjO3I/AAAAAAAAAw4/PvHNjPTwOYE/s400/onfire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582208078933343090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7fL3skkstg/TXf8rbk6E8I/AAAAAAAAAxA/2Q25BQb-BUk/s1600/retrovisor.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7fL3skkstg/TXf8rbk6E8I/AAAAAAAAAxA/2Q25BQb-BUk/s400/retrovisor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582208086216152002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egb9sHNzJUg/TXf8wDr-4zI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vVsyk5zwzsk/s1600/coche.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-egb9sHNzJUg/TXf8wDr-4zI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vVsyk5zwzsk/s400/coche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582208165702722354" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Ilustraciones para la portada de </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.xordica.com/titulos_det.php?id=195">"Tejidos y Novedades"</a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> de Cristina Grande.<a href="http://www.xordica.com/titulos_det.php?id=195"></a><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7683326364913479426?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-33640726338909052382011-03-02T12:52:00.006+01:002011-05-30T11:57:30.181+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0u1elegLCk/TW4411LPBzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/7nDC4DndZ_s/s1600/chico%2526rita_ny.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0u1elegLCk/TW4411LPBzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/7nDC4DndZ_s/s400/chico%2526rita_ny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579459485817046834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_k--a3sf5ac/TW4419rBzkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/KGvFnEK92DY/s1600/broadway_chico%2526rita.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_k--a3sf5ac/TW4419rBzkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/KGvFnEK92DY/s400/broadway_chico%2526rita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579459488097881666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">bocetos de Javier Mariscal para el film de Fernando Trueba<br /> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Una película maravillosa llena de amor a la música.<br /><a href="http://chicoandrita.com/inicio.html">chicoandrita.com</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3364072633890905238?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-21335650765819927602011-02-02T15:21:00.007+01:002011-03-30T14:51:00.451+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TUlo2LweN-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/3xvubcZjsMs/s1600/sink.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TUlo2LweN-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/3xvubcZjsMs/s400/sink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569097694298650594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />la vida me ha pasado por encima</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />y no sé por dónde empezar</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />creo que me he equivocado en todo</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />que las cosas no tienen el color que les di</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >que los rayos de luz iluminan dónde no es</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />y las noches están, por supuesto, al revés</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />y los días son oscuros</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >túneles con aire acondicionado que me atraviesan los riñones</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >con pies que se colocan sucesivamente en direcciones estúpidas</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />con flashes extraños que se colocan en el lugar donde debería estar la vida</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:85%;">poema de j. aunión<br />dibujo de clara león<br />(este dibujo de 50x70 puedes comprarlo en <a href="http://lapiezalapieza.blogspot.com/">LA PIEZA</a>)<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2133565076581992760?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-38925881520784955632011-01-31T11:51:00.013+01:002011-03-30T17:27:17.555+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TUaUqcy5WdI/AAAAAAAAAus/pIXeAm8GApw/s1600/IMG_0887%252Bcopy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TUaUqcy5WdI/AAAAAAAAAus/pIXeAm8GApw/s400/IMG_0887%252Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568301446295280082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://chisterahavolado.blogspot.com/">de la Gran </a></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" >▲</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://chisterahavolado.blogspot.com/">ngela Le</a></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" >⚫</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://chisterahavolado.blogspot.com/">n</a></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVdD9edoYRQ/TZMnqdp-lKI/AAAAAAAAAyo/aNbakBsJi_M/s1600/calaca%252Badriana.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVdD9edoYRQ/TZMnqdp-lKI/AAAAAAAAAyo/aNbakBsJi_M/s400/calaca%252Badriana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589855172965602466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://betabeles.blogspot.com/">y de la Fantástica S</a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >⚫</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://betabeles.blogspot.com/">pa de Be✞</a><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://dearoly.blogspot.com/search/label/%E5%AE%87%E5%AE%99%E2%9C%A7%E6%97%85%E8%A1%8C%E2%95%B1%E5%B0%8F%E3%81%95%E3%81%84%E9%9B%91%E8%B2%A8%E5%B1%8B%E2%95%B1petite%20zakka%E2%98%85zakka%20store" rel="tag">★</a><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://betabeles.blogspot.com/">bel</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Sushi lovers</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRFSid-_GYc/TZNLnlPvBGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/AoPcASPQ47o/s1600/sushi%2Bvertical.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRFSid-_GYc/TZNLnlPvBGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/AoPcASPQ47o/s400/sushi%2Bvertical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589894705882006626" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDa140DcOWw/TZM_XxlZBAI/AAAAAAAAAyw/cNvEB1EDnSc/s1600/teatro_sushi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDa140DcOWw/TZM_XxlZBAI/AAAAAAAAAyw/cNvEB1EDnSc/s400/teatro_sushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589881240176624642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">en febrero en </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.teatropordinero.com/"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Microteatro por Dinero</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3892588152078495563?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-1531789567602017342011-01-18T15:08:00.007+01:002011-02-02T15:07:38.439+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TTWgs3shVtI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zoEdF0GCz0A/s1600/claraleoncover.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TTWgs3shVtI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zoEdF0GCz0A/s400/claraleoncover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563529607411488466" border="0" /></a>... <a href="http://tiendas.fnac.es/plaza-espana/daniel-gascon-nuevo-talento-fnac-de-literatura-2/">en este caso es una buena idea</a><br />porque la he hecho yo :)<br /><br /><a href="http://danielgascon.blogia.com/temas/cuentos.php">Aqui podeis leer algunos cuentos de Daniel Gascón.</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-153178956760201734?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-73284269897264533262011-01-05T10:36:00.006+01:002011-01-06T21:45:02.053+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TSYpqFVq8EI/AAAAAAAAAuc/hbK4sdcRm8g/s1600/mirones.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TSYpqFVq8EI/AAAAAAAAAuc/hbK4sdcRm8g/s400/mirones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559176592999772226" border="0" /></a>esperando a ver que pasa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7328426989726453326?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-4970630495490216022010-12-11T18:16:00.010+01:002011-06-15T19:26:06.518+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TQOyG4r9wxI/AAAAAAAAAt4/wgFzvb95J40/s1600/malditaciudad.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TQOyG4r9wxI/AAAAAAAAAt4/wgFzvb95J40/s400/malditaciudad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549474997216330514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">los edificios de la calle valverde amanecieron convertidos en libros.<br />algunas personas se transformaron el palabras<br />y el caniche del vecino del quinto,<br />que siempre fue muy molesto,<br />ahora es un signo de exclamación.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Este dibujo se puede comprar en forma de postal en<br /><a href="http://lbv.wetpaint.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >LA BUENA VIDA</span></a></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" >calle Vergara 10, Madrid<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGHqO_odL8A/TfjqyDa7efI/AAAAAAAAA00/G8sKhIhWUcU/s1600/city.of.books.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGHqO_odL8A/TfjqyDa7efI/AAAAAAAAA00/G8sKhIhWUcU/s400/city.of.books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618498680777308658" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-497063049549021602?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-10352892588772599642010-12-02T19:38:00.006+01:002011-02-02T15:11:13.170+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TPfn8uDZ6WI/AAAAAAAAAtw/8dWvzvhoBRM/s1600/todas%2Blas%2Bcanciones.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TPfn8uDZ6WI/AAAAAAAAAtw/8dWvzvhoBRM/s400/todas%2Blas%2Bcanciones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546156496470534498" border="0" /></a><a href="http://todaslascancioneshablandemi.wordpress.com/">el blog de la peli</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1035289258877259964?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-13638926499656283192010-10-09T12:46:00.005+02:002010-10-09T12:59:08.950+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TLBKXu2Y38I/AAAAAAAAAto/n2-97ZswFYQ/s1600/3868794958_9f23069c94_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TLBKXu2Y38I/AAAAAAAAAto/n2-97ZswFYQ/s400/3868794958_9f23069c94_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525998514357198786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">we will get there when we get there...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1363892649965628319?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-78511893721609934282010-10-08T15:39:00.005+02:002010-12-12T23:14:46.622+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TK8iHG81gwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qE0la29x2Dc/s1600/IMG_6964.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TK8iHG81gwI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qE0la29x2Dc/s400/IMG_6964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525672773327094530" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >Extraño color de los días iguales<br />se bajan los toldos<br />y se suben hacia el final de la tarde<br />agostos y septiembres<br />esperando a que termine octubre<br />ni siquiera las borracheras son ya una respuesta<br />poemas demasiado tristes<br />sí, demasiado tristes<br />el marca, un malboro, dos barras de pan<br />y veinte de diesel en la cuatro<br />eso sí que es demasiado triste<br />y me da el tícket<br />(ya no sé ni reír<br />me pongo nervioso a la más leve mirada<br />me piso los cordones de los calcetines<br />torpemente me levanto y me acuesto<br />acumulo datos en fichas<br />busco una complicación donde sólo hay horas<br />no sé si echo de menos a esa mujer<br />aplazo y aplazo eso de vivir<br />por ahora<br />bien está mi cuaderno<br />nunca<br />un adverbio estuvo<br />tan cargado de sentido<br />como en los ojos de un idiota)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">poesía de juan y dibujo de clara</span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7851189372160993428?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-35995647831925962302010-07-27T22:18:00.002+02:002010-07-27T22:29:33.251+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TE9Bj-Q4cfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/K4r00TpN62Q/s1600/IMG_2440.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TE9Bj-Q4cfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/K4r00TpN62Q/s400/IMG_2440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498685756307698162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ha dicho el doctor</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">que no te puedes ir de viaje</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">sin mí</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />porque se me hacen unos nudos en las piernas</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><br />que no me dejan dormir.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TE9BjZi5y9I/AAAAAAAAAs4/iNXNCzKEmUI/s1600/IMG_2439.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TE9BjZi5y9I/AAAAAAAAAs4/iNXNCzKEmUI/s400/IMG_2439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498685746451172306" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3599564783192596230?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-18799096450981140772010-07-27T22:07:00.005+02:002010-07-29T13:58:15.775+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TE884O8rPcI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7JZk71aQtrA/s1600/3819720201_7bcebbd0eb_z.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 470px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TE884O8rPcI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7JZk71aQtrA/s400/3819720201_7bcebbd0eb_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498680606825594306" border="0" /></a><br />I always take two<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1879909645098114077?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-82509633520776563252010-07-17T11:39:00.003+02:002010-07-23T12:30:30.827+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TElvCd7kHLI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5QA9Ht8OAWI/s1600/desayuno.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TElvCd7kHLI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5QA9Ht8OAWI/s400/desayuno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497046908367281330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">la comida más importante del dia</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8250963352077656325?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-795538639689518602010-07-07T12:05:00.007+02:002010-07-18T20:28:43.265+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TDRS90tSUEI/AAAAAAAAArw/ySUnp3hQs5Y/s1600/utyfui.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TDRS90tSUEI/AAAAAAAAArw/ySUnp3hQs5Y/s400/utyfui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491105067745562690" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25552560@N08/sets/72157624377173413/show/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">SUMMERTIME</span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Si estás por Madrid este verano<br />puedes venir a ver la exposición<br />de Clara León en<a href="http://elbesomadrid.blogspot.com/2010/06/llega-el-besoletin-un-mes-mas.html"> EL BESO</a><br />calle Loreto y Chicote 9<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-79553863968951860?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-67849367028185803922010-05-30T03:36:00.006+02:002010-07-11T10:22:19.462+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TAHCBCHALdI/AAAAAAAAAqw/n7hBQ5y1wpA/s1600/IMG_9814.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TAHCBCHALdI/AAAAAAAAAqw/n7hBQ5y1wpA/s400/IMG_9814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476871944861134290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">hairball who lives under your bed<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TAHCAsdL8eI/AAAAAAAAAqo/CxR9LwRuIYk/s1600/IMG_9815.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TAHCAsdL8eI/AAAAAAAAAqo/CxR9LwRuIYk/s400/IMG_9815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476871939048600034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">common woodlouse, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">disgusting cockroach that lives in your trash<span onclick="'redirectWR(event," class="clickable" id="cucaracha99">, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">fly that likes banging against the window</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and midget bug from the baseboards</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TAHCAK45N0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/CVacsE2vQj4/s1600/IMG_9811.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TAHCAK45N0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/CVacsE2vQj4/s400/IMG_9811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476871930038007618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">no tengo espacio para mi antigua colección de insectos,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">pero estos son algunos de nuestros compañeros de piso</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6784936702818580392?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-64942335511741942912010-05-19T20:36:00.006+02:002011-03-31T12:28:22.488+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TByxVLFIHPI/AAAAAAAAArI/LrDvdG_N4gw/s1600/29236_1488071642567_1257227329_1411031_6535004_n.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/TByxVLFIHPI/AAAAAAAAArI/LrDvdG_N4gw/s320/29236_1488071642567_1257227329_1411031_6535004_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484453423540083954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">el columpio de <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/novisibles/">Producciones Invisibles</a></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/novisibles/"><br /><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/insideman/4427147800/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4427147800_e955960cf0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/insideman/4427147800/"></a><br />los columpios de <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/insideman/">Inside_man</a><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6494233551174194291?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-38557310892557075992010-05-02T04:13:00.016+02:002010-07-11T10:23:18.658+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S94ay3ls2kI/AAAAAAAAAqY/fty5L8VYbLQ/s1600/walker1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S94ay3ls2kI/AAAAAAAAAqY/fty5L8VYbLQ/s400/walker1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466836458892220994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S91vpaKbHnI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ZcL0TiJKdxA/s1600/walking.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S91vpaKbHnI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ZcL0TiJKdxA/s400/walking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466648279886012018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> del 10 de julio al 3 de septiembre en<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><a href="http://elbesomadrid.blogspot.com/">EL BESO</a></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><a href="spotify:track:78wJ43z8LacE1Um192e9zO">Louis Armstrong – Summertime</a></b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3855731089255707599?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-1400888565408858622010-04-20T13:37:00.006+02:002010-10-30T12:53:36.306+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S83WeowEPII/AAAAAAAAApw/aK8_GsK0bik/s1600/platossucios.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S83WeowEPII/AAAAAAAAApw/aK8_GsK0bik/s400/platossucios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462257744893721730" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Lo que puedas hacer hoy...déjalo para mañana.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.lapiezalapieza.blogspot.com/">PUEDES ENCONTRAR ESTO EN<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> LAPIEZA</span></a><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-140088856540885862?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-14603000122123622982010-03-21T12:24:00.004+01:002010-05-07T15:48:58.352+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S6YCvGQEEGI/AAAAAAAAApg/sFFP-y12B0I/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S6YCvGQEEGI/AAAAAAAAApg/sFFP-y12B0I/s400/P1010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451047407133659234" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...</span>...es una cuestión de elección.<br />crees en ellas o no<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1460300012212362298?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-60298366352561987042010-02-26T12:14:00.004+01:002011-03-31T12:27:11.782+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S4euSK-ZD6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/HmHUXc4xjAs/s1600-h/4388093729_52b4848332.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S4euSK-ZD6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/HmHUXc4xjAs/s400/4388093729_52b4848332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442510301907455906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/skateboardddddd/4388093729/">swing</a></span><br /><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:85%;" >Cargado originalmente por <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/skateboardddddd/">TimWitt</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6029836635256198704?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-11993934692423038512010-02-11T09:20:00.005+01:002010-02-15T14:35:09.445+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S3lNbO1YpYI/AAAAAAAAAos/1I1RtRY5Sto/s1600-h/victoria.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S3lNbO1YpYI/AAAAAAAAAos/1I1RtRY5Sto/s400/victoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438463155260401026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S3O_fhBIvyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/yzDzsk-akls/s1600-h/angel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S3O_fhBIvyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/yzDzsk-akls/s400/angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436899723326308130" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.elbailedelavictoria.com/"><i>El Baile de la Victoria</i></a> está nominada al mejor vestuario en los premios Goya 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.lalahuete.com/">lalahuete.com</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1199393469242303851?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-72141663524591799682010-01-14T14:25:00.007+01:002010-05-07T15:50:24.999+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S0-8u3rSqWI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8jk9UESbR_4/s1600-h/pedo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S0-8u3rSqWI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8jk9UESbR_4/s400/pedo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426763589410269538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">estamos limitados por las convenciones sociales</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7214166352459179968?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-39449757173652963362010-01-01T21:47:00.002+01:002010-01-03T03:35:59.855+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S0ACdLw4fTI/AAAAAAAAAoE/a-ONafViKr0/s1600-h/feliz2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/S0ACdLw4fTI/AAAAAAAAAoE/a-ONafViKr0/s400/feliz2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422336651751357746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">happy 2010</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3944975717365296336?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-47305261690029364462009-12-14T17:05:00.001+01:002009-12-14T17:08:44.093+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SyZi7wAKc4I/AAAAAAAAAnw/6qF-0z85RWM/s1600-h/metros.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SyZi7wAKc4I/AAAAAAAAAnw/6qF-0z85RWM/s400/metros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415124380596990850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Creo que no me ha visto. No me ha visto. No me ha visto. Estaba muy borracha. Bueno, en realidad no, pero estaba muy sola. Móvil, móvil... Fue simpático, y cariñoso, pero no. ¿Cogerá siempre esta línea? ¡Mierda!<br /><br /><br />Que no se me olvide comprar pilas. Y maquinillas. ¿Qué parada es ésta?<br /><br /><br />Ni siquiera me mira. Tampoco es para tanto. Casi mejor. ¿Es ella seguro? Claro que sí, qué tontería. Pero bueno, mejor, joder, yo soy el que debería estar avergonzado, ¿no? Mejor, mejor, mejor...<br /><br /><br />¡Que puta mierda de libro! No me vuelvo a comprar un best-seller. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4730526169002936446?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-22761362252768350062009-12-02T16:44:00.006+01:002009-12-05T22:09:35.065+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SxqJFW7YTXI/AAAAAAAAAno/B_1ZLyM40-k/s1600-h/ventanabn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SxqJFW7YTXI/AAAAAAAAAno/B_1ZLyM40-k/s400/ventanabn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411788627386060146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Claro que era difícil evitar aquello</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">las puertas parecían ventanas</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">las galletas, dragones</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">los pantalones, desgracias</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">pero probablemente bastaba con apretar los pies</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">con desentumecer las manos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">para que la sangre no se quedara atascada</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">en algún punto entre el corazón y la garganta<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2276136225276835006?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-8417114201262055372009-11-28T17:49:00.008+01:002009-12-05T18:41:21.844+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SxFV_naJamI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kFma7mT0uUU/s1600/sc009df22f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SxFV_naJamI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kFma7mT0uUU/s400/sc009df22f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409199178847447650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Si hubiera sabido que venías</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">me habría afeitado la cabeza</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">habría aprendido tai-chi</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">y amaestrado a 27 ovejas</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">probablemente me habría pintado las uñas de color salmon</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">y me habría preparado dos o tres frases buenas</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">menos mal que no avisaste</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" >Juan A.A</span><br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-841711420126205537?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-87336099842685180422009-11-28T16:22:00.015+01:002009-12-05T18:39:55.984+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SxaLMl-4abI/AAAAAAAAAmo/qydyuC0qKWo/s1600-h/muslos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SxaLMl-4abI/AAAAAAAAAmo/qydyuC0qKWo/s400/muslos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410665050802776498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Todas las aceras eran de goma<br />tan blanda como mi sordera<br />tan blanca como escarmiento<br />silencio<br />hambriento<br />y grasiento espacio separado de palabras casi largas<br />amargura de tocar el aire que se escapa<br />agarrado<br />atrapado<br />medio roto solo medio pero roto<br />¿cómo empiezo?<br />cómo busco las onomatopeyas y las sílabas que parezcan<br />parecidas al esfuerzo para nada<br />de frustrantes paraísos que no fueron<br />si no fuera dentro de tu cuerpo<br />entre tus piernas blandas y calientes<br />si no fuera porque vuelves enseguida<br />y a pesar de todo estás tú y yo entre tus piernas<br />y allí no parece un fracaso ni una estafa<br />aunque mi sueño<br />parapléjico ya después del accidente<br />o la vida igual tenía que pasar y la culpa<br />que sí es de alguien y les conozco así os pudráis<br />traidores de las palabras y los verbos<br />los adjetivos y pronombres os cagáis<br />en la belleza verdad desnuda gramática y veraz<br />ya ni honesta ni honrada ni siquiera ya fonética<br />y me duelen el boli y las teclas del ordenador<br />solo quedan<br />tus muslos<br />tu boca tus manos y tus pies<br />tus ojos bien abiertos tus palabras<br />solo me queda<br />escribir que te quiero y así quererte<br />también cuando no estás y te espero carcomido<br />por lo otro que era y ya no es que más quisiera<br />que quererlo y que fuera que pensarlo y se escribiera<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Juan A. Aunión</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8733609984268518042?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-19972212899302456622009-11-07T15:58:00.014+01:002009-11-26T15:10:44.733+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/Sww8RrSGjnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/tZz019OPzs0/s1600/blueround.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/Sww8RrSGjnI/AAAAAAAAAk8/tZz019OPzs0/s320/blueround.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407763526939217522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Claramente perturbado</span><div><span style="font-size:85%;">busqué entre los dedos de mis pies</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">una respuesta </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">y no hallé</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">más que una pelotilla negra que me habló</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">de distancias pequeñitas pero eternas</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">de la vida con la forma de un cajón</span></div> <div><span style="font-size:85%;">sólo entonces comprendí lo necesario</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">para quererte y vivir</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">además aunque sea lejos</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">si es redondo si es azul qué más me da</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">casi nada era importante lo vi claro</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">sólo seis o siete cosas que ya me apuntaré</span></div> <div><span style="font-size:85%;">cuando tenga un rato</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">un poema de juan</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1997221289930245662?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-50907253567520544262009-11-07T14:11:00.004+01:002009-11-07T16:25:23.445+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SvWMLNWiZRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/UYqeTWZZ-sw/s1600-h/blurr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SvWMLNWiZRI/AAAAAAAAAkc/UYqeTWZZ-sw/s400/blurr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401377452291417362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />i see double</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-5090725356752054426?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-24659443343700532572009-10-19T16:39:00.007+02:002009-10-22T12:33:33.132+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/St3NSnoWYeI/AAAAAAAAAkM/17fwxPfEACI/s1600-h/sicecream.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/St3NSnoWYeI/AAAAAAAAAkM/17fwxPfEACI/s400/sicecream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394693648419283426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">...me gustan tus tetas.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2465944334370053257?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-7367946085118654442009-10-16T12:40:00.003+02:002009-12-05T21:53:08.142+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SthOdtXLM5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/uWxIHT7RN8w/s1600-h/3818139036_41cbdaca23_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SthOdtXLM5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/uWxIHT7RN8w/s400/3818139036_41cbdaca23_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393146826076140434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />no conoces</span> <a href="http://www.chokoladeis.com/">chokoladeis</a><span style="font-size:85%;">?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">pues es gente con un criterio particular<br />...hasta sale clara!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-736794608511865444?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-48400358610318913642009-09-29T13:38:00.003+02:002009-10-22T12:32:55.345+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SsHx8-G67iI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jbTPDYZ9JbY/s1600-h/gorro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SsHx8-G67iI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jbTPDYZ9JbY/s400/gorro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386852659078295074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">La vida es más difícil los martes</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">aunque los miércoles</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a mitad de semana…</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">el jueves ya no da tiempo a nada</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">y los viernes</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">estás cansado ya desde por la mañana</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sábado y domingo sonámbulos…</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">tendrán que ser los lunes. </span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Poema de Jonny Caracartón<br />Ilustración de Clara</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4840035861031891364?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-76775055326654184712009-08-12T21:31:00.010+02:002009-10-22T12:34:09.055+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SoQAejm8pTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/h68G94EaotI/s1600-h/colores.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SoQAejm8pTI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/h68G94EaotI/s400/colores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369417180687148338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SoP__EqQwzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UO7ELzAfAfE/s1600-h/IMG_7073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SoP__EqQwzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UO7ELzAfAfE/s400/IMG_7073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369416639803605810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Feliz cumpleaños para mi!!!<br />I had a lot of color markers for my birthday today,<br />I could'nt wait to use them all!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7677505532665418471?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-47772073578892411762009-07-24T12:21:00.002+02:002009-07-24T12:25:57.016+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SmmL_Wt6G4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/UzBtycuSnSA/s1600-h/caracarton.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SmmL_Wt6G4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/UzBtycuSnSA/s400/caracarton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361970751907437442" /></a><br />El blog del señor Johnny Caracarton.<div>Cotilla universal y quien pone la poesía en este blog.</div><div><a href="http://ladrondevoces.blogspot.com/">ladrondevoces.blogspot.com</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4777207357889241176?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-71197822213657133782009-07-21T18:05:00.007+02:002009-10-22T12:34:31.385+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/Smcsz8nLefI/AAAAAAAAAho/OAHdP-Qh81I/s1600-h/ofrin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/Smcsz8nLefI/AAAAAAAAAho/OAHdP-Qh81I/s400/ofrin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361303152363272690" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTxLg9KzGq8">Ofrin</a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">La semana pasada estuvimos en Berlín,<br />fuimos a un concierto y escuchamos<br />un extraño tango que me gustó mucho.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7119782221365713378?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-68625031167478266012009-06-18T11:36:00.007+02:002009-07-24T12:21:31.605+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SjoKxkAJXgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/O-R1BKqDT-Y/s1600-h/buildings.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SjoKxkAJXgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/O-R1BKqDT-Y/s400/buildings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348599354050043394" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Triste azul del daltónico</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">sangre roja, eso dicen, a chorro desde el corazón</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">para poder mover manos y pies.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Times New Roman'; ">                                                <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">   </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Juan A. Aunión</span></span></span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6862503116747826601?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-2804511134400350032009-06-02T20:31:00.011+02:002010-05-10T15:53:16.077+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SiVy9-C-AwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/BtYIRRNTxxc/s1600-h/teatime.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SiVy9-C-AwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/BtYIRRNTxxc/s400/teatime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342802941897999106" border="0" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-¿un poco de azucar en el té? -no gracias, estoy a dieta.</span></div><div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-280451113440035003?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-33455358515871128512009-05-21T16:11:00.006+02:002009-05-21T16:41:28.133+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/ShVoEeeDySI/AAAAAAAAAg4/17qm2JOiaAQ/s1600-h/lunch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/ShVoEeeDySI/AAAAAAAAAg4/17qm2JOiaAQ/s400/lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338287359425497378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mientras esperabamos a que nos sirvieran,<br />dibujé a la pareja de la mesa de al lado.<br />estoy casi segura de que se eran amantes de fin de semana</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3345535851587112851?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-16090831339022634762009-05-20T17:35:00.004+02:002009-05-29T09:45:06.914+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/ShQkC3EYaGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vAugmjr-Yvs/s1600-h/IMG_5994.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/ShQkC3EYaGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vAugmjr-Yvs/s400/IMG_5994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337931089901545570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Maria hace broches y accesorios y puedes comprarlos en su blog.</span></span><br /><a href="http://www.oyinka.com/"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Oyinka.com</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1609083133902263476?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-75046229812014238472009-04-18T18:16:00.004+02:002009-10-22T12:35:10.150+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/Sen9PnKH1wI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uFnfTjSb8CY/s1600-h/linograbado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/Sen9PnKH1wI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uFnfTjSb8CY/s400/linograbado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326066478993626882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... sin palabras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7504622981201423847?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-80337090754810254942009-04-01T18:07:00.010+02:002009-10-22T12:35:29.081+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SdOUAVoRhoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PKQBfslcBpI/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SdOUAVoRhoI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PKQBfslcBpI/s400/rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319758318381663874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Me han pedido que haga una ilustración para una de las tradiciones más bonitas, regalar una rosa y un libro el 23 de abril, dia de Sant Jordi.</span><br /><a href="http://www.rosa.cat/"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">rosa.cat</span></span></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The 23th of april is Sant Jordi in Catalonia, the tradition says that you should give a rose and a book to your beloved ones.</span></span><br /><a href="http://www.rosa.cat/"> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Send your rose online.</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8033709075481025494?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-18909386758027573302009-03-11T12:44:00.006+01:002009-03-27T10:13:00.242+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SbekszcC-qI/AAAAAAAAAfw/TXWFgypOOss/s1600-h/pajaros.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SbekszcC-qI/AAAAAAAAAfw/TXWFgypOOss/s400/pajaros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311895375135832738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Pájaro 1: Las medias estadísticas las inventamos los mediocres<br />para poder sonreír.<br />Pájaro 2: Siempre hablando con el pico lleno...<br />Pájaro 3: ¡Me voy volando!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1890938675802757330?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-87759691247390086212009-02-27T21:15:00.009+01:002011-11-13T17:09:50.672+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SahKCcLMPtI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6VdtveKlGps/s1600-h/claraleon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SahKCcLMPtI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6VdtveKlGps/s400/claraleon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307573566639455954" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >Cada cuatro segundos te esparces</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >y te juntas después</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >en silencio</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >ajeno otra vez al espacio vacío que ocupas</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >no duele</span></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >solo jode saber que no duele<br />que apenas hace un hueco en el estómago</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SahKCcLMPtI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6VdtveKlGps/s1600-h/claraleon.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >cada cuatro segundos</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:78%;">un poema de Juan A. Aunión<br />ilustración de Clara León<br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SahKCcLMPtI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6VdtveKlGps/s1600-h/claraleon.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8775969124739008621?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-85645167641135518322009-02-26T17:53:00.005+01:002009-06-02T21:09:38.141+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SabJisnm_KI/AAAAAAAAAfY/M1M3sgLlSww/s1600-h/juanchoarb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SabJisnm_KI/AAAAAAAAAfY/M1M3sgLlSww/s400/juanchoarb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307150808832736418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">El fracaso me dio un beso<br />tan bonito en la boca<br />se hizo un hueco en mi vida<br />en el metro<br />se parecía tanto a lo que quería<br />me decía esas cosas tan suaves<br />tan finas<br />como las sábanas desgastadas<br />como descansos a mitad de subida<br />como si yo no quisiera ser<br />otra cosa más que una tiza.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">poema de j. caracartón</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">ilustración de clara león</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8564516764113551832?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-49540144875232577962009-02-02T12:37:00.006+01:002009-12-12T14:23:39.185+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SYx6E8oX8vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/R-Qv5PiyFm8/s1600-h/greco_costumes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SYx6E8oX8vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/R-Qv5PiyFm8/s400/greco_costumes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299745086921765618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hemos ganado el Goya al mejor vestuario por <a href="http://www.lalahuete.com/2009/12/el-greco.html">"El Greco"</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4954014487523257796?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-60119116503130879302009-01-19T14:38:00.003+01:002009-10-22T12:36:21.109+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SXSCd5BV4tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/omPax-QIObY/s1600-h/paleface.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SXSCd5BV4tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/omPax-QIObY/s400/paleface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292998912101442258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Juanito pretended to be an indian, 27 years ago.<br />Juanito haciendo el indio, hace 27 años.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6011911650313087930?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-57657135777100983722009-01-13T17:08:00.007+01:002009-10-22T12:36:35.539+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWzDMRPPY8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/WMV-S-XQfyw/s1600-h/pepinillos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWzDMRPPY8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/WMV-S-XQfyw/s400/pepinillos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290818277806662594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">This jar contains my favourite pickles!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-5765713577710098372?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-59749407991617505182009-01-09T14:29:00.003+01:002010-03-23T11:30:13.188+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWdSjHNwfgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/9zakuNm5-Qg/s1600-h/street.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWdSjHNwfgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/9zakuNm5-Qg/s400/street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289287050555588098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWdRu8vYVtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/M6mWqoHRZS4/s1600-h/3168612559_9414d523ff_t.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWdRu8vYVtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/M6mWqoHRZS4/s320/3168612559_9414d523ff_t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289286154390623954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />soy la feliz nueva elementa de <a href="http://urbansketchers-spain.blogspot.com/">Urban Sketchers</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-5974940799161750518?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-12705151568226969022009-01-08T17:43:00.008+01:002009-10-22T12:36:47.723+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWYtYZ-WN6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Huq43rE1a-8/s1600-h/wine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWYtYZ-WN6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Huq43rE1a-8/s320/wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288964709705725858" border="0" /></a>"...he resolved never to drink again."<br /><a href="http://illustrationfriday.com/linkviewer.html">illustration friday </a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1270515156822696902?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-81453783302643178092009-01-07T19:45:00.009+01:002009-04-02T15:34:42.885+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWYuPk2UtMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5DzFWSqrmNM/s1600-h/mamaslove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SWYuPk2UtMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5DzFWSqrmNM/s320/mamaslove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288965657517667522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Sao Paulo 1955<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >El primer amor de mi madre...</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8145378330264317809?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-25994784991260555222008-12-07T17:56:00.003+01:002008-12-07T18:03:40.487+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/STwBt_aynlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q1EyHSikjtA/s1600-h/triptico.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/STwBt_aynlI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q1EyHSikjtA/s400/triptico.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277094753000922706" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">ostrich<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">cage</div><div style="text-align: center;">giraffe</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2599478499126055522?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-9541627390420479872008-11-22T12:37:00.012+01:002009-10-22T12:37:24.083+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SSsENULOxQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WefJdvhMRHo/s1600-h/opinion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SSsENULOxQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WefJdvhMRHo/s400/opinion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272312415567922434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">...everybody has one.</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-954162739042047987?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-79209572530608007162008-11-18T19:17:00.022+01:002009-12-14T13:48:12.435+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SSfwPYHgkTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LP2ocAQgUHY/s1600-h/laberinto7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SSfwPYHgkTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LP2ocAQgUHY/s320/laberinto7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271446035823104306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SSfwPL9SB9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/j1XT3QSYlmk/s1600-h/laberinto2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SSfwPL9SB9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/j1XT3QSYlmk/s320/laberinto2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271446032558983122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SSfwO0FSm2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/KuYW_D4nBVU/s1600-h/laberinto3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SSfwO0FSm2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/KuYW_D4nBVU/s320/laberinto3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271446026150124386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 112, 192);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Tamaño de fuente" class="gl_size" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.tucamon.es/contenido/diseccionando-fantasias-los-secretos-de-guillermo-del-toro"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">“Diseccionando Fantasías: Los Secretos de Guillermo Del Toro”</span></a><br /></span><div><a href="http://www.lalahuete.com/2009/12/el-laberinto-del-fauno.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span></span></span></a></div><div><a href="http://www.lalahuete.com/2009/12/el-laberinto-del-fauno.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: underline;">Diseñadora de vestuario Lala Huete</span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-decoration: underline;">Ilustraciones de Clara León</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.claraleon.com/FIGURINES/figurines.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">more illustrations for the costume design</span></span></span></span></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7920957253060800716?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-9312585352084426642008-11-07T01:20:00.006+01:002008-12-02T19:58:47.042+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SROKE5ZtUxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dXFi7zlGO-g/s1600-h/IMGP0917.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SROKE5ZtUxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/dXFi7zlGO-g/s400/IMGP0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265704206059000594" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Matheus en Prahia du forte.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; ">I just came back from a very nice tryp...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25552560@N08/sets/72157610575826457/">you can see more pictures in here</a></span></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-931258535208442664?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-67646338013170021242008-10-20T02:03:00.004+02:002009-10-22T12:37:47.590+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SPvLmYQGbzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HOUYentT2ZQ/s1600-h/charleston.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SPvLmYQGbzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HOUYentT2ZQ/s400/charleston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259020850090635058" border="0" /></a><br />... I'm so lazy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6764633801317002124?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-45280704198121733142008-10-12T14:26:00.006+02:002008-10-12T14:33:15.855+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SPHtMYalryI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zSo8ebV1K80/s1600-h/4x4.jpg"><br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SPHtMYalryI/AAAAAAAAAVM/zSo8ebV1K80/s320/4x4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256243037086265122" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>es tan feo que es bonito...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4528070419812173314?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-75678176413858446532008-10-04T01:36:00.009+02:002009-06-02T21:14:19.347+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SOas5ZwyZGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/OWH3rAvCthE/s1600-h/carne.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SOas5ZwyZGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/OWH3rAvCthE/s400/carne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253076117542298722" /></a><br /><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-¡Sois todos carne de novela! Quiero que lo sepáis: si consigo algún día ser escritor, todos vais a salir. Sólo cambiaré los nombres, pero tampoco creáis que mucho. Por ejemplo, a Carlos le llamaré el chino, como le decíamos todos en el instituto, para contar la historia del tipo que se pasaba las vacaciones solo en un apartamento de Torremolinos, sin salir ni una sola vez, pidiendo comida a domicilio, jugando a la play station y fumando porros. Para él eso era la felicidad y en casa no podía hacerlo porque seguía viviendo con sus padres a pesar de tener ya 30 años. Y tú, Javier, aunque pases a llamarte Jaime, te reconocerás en la historia de ese hombre majo, simpático, pero perdido y odioso en su seguridad de poseedor de la verdad, de la certeza del bien y del mal, que resulta finalmente repugnante incluso para sí mismo, porque en el fondo sabe que es tan ruin como esos que ha colocado en el bando a eliminar.-<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nunca fue muy normal que un hombre adulto tuviera tantos muñecos y muñequitos, pero desde que Carla le dejó y perdió su trabajo en el periódico ya ni siquiera le importaba que le vieran hablando con ellos. Cuando tuvo que volver a casa de sus padres, lo único que se llevó consigo fueron los malditos muñecos. </span></div><div style="text-align: right;">Jonny Caracartón</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7567817641385844653?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-71813177856097960942008-10-02T10:54:00.018+02:002008-12-22T18:53:03.557+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SOgaMGx8HaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dFy3qotuTNA/s1600-h/1909_aprincipio.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SOgaMGx8HaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dFy3qotuTNA/s320/1909_aprincipio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253477760608509346" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SOgaM9xLsZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DWP-NHX0iLc/s1600-h/1977_final.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SOgaM9xLsZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/DWP-NHX0iLc/s320/1977_final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253477775369286034" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Proyecciones para los entreactos)</div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/cultura/siglo/mujeres/elpepicul/20081002elpepicul_6/Tes/">Gatas</a><a href="http://www.laguiago.com/valencia/evento/7430/gatas-con-maria-pujalte-en-el-teatro-principal/"> estará e</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="http://www.teatrocuyas.com/">n Gran Canaria desde el 16 al 18 de Enero</a></span></span></span></span></div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-7181317785609796094?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-43368182843680145592008-09-22T02:05:00.007+02:002009-10-22T12:38:12.612+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SNbiI07X2GI/AAAAAAAAATk/CUpTtPQc_G4/s1600-h/cliqe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SNbiI07X2GI/AAAAAAAAATk/CUpTtPQc_G4/s400/cliqe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248631057021392994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />With the clique at the beach...<br />Juan is trying to ligth his cigarette</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4336818284368014559?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-9530535783111711792008-09-13T21:00:00.008+02:002008-12-22T18:57:02.260+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SMweLQFnwXI/AAAAAAAAATc/rImFmnb_GnY/s1600-h/image002.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SMweLQFnwXI/AAAAAAAAATc/rImFmnb_GnY/s400/image002.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245600844625723762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Poster I've made for the play</span><br /><a href="http://www.atrapalo.com/espectaculos/evento-19171-trio-en-mi-bemol---programacion-off?tduid=552bc856450387e0cd3b8f0cffd392e6">atrapalo.com  </a><a href="http://www.entradas.com/entradas/TRIO-EN-MI-BEMOL-obra_1_2_2_28_59891"> telentradas.com<br /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SMwN8YkJQwI/AAAAAAAAATM/3nPioBg2fVM/s1600-h/image002.gif"><br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-953053578311171179?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-39691203334365457802008-09-08T00:56:00.003+02:002009-10-22T12:38:43.026+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SMRcIsrDIHI/AAAAAAAAATE/OU_fxb5JEgs/s1600-h/tipewriter"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SMRcIsrDIHI/AAAAAAAAATE/OU_fxb5JEgs/s400/tipewriter" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243417170666528882" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3969120333436545780?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-49118236600355941712008-09-08T00:38:00.007+02:002009-06-02T21:16:07.299+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SMRb4XwqJeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IVmP08s-k0I/s1600-h/moore.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SMRb4XwqJeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/IVmP08s-k0I/s400/moore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243416890175006178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">¡Pero qué burro eres!, se dijo a sí mismo con la tristeza pertinaz de las manchas de aceite en los pantalones claros. Y admitió por fin que cada vez que miraba una de esas esculturas intentaba interpretarla inmediatamente. Esto parece una oreja. Esto está claro que es una familia y esto de aquí, la cabeza, aunque por detrás tenga esos bultos tan raros. Era incapaz de concentrarse en ningún tipo de emoción, sino que tenía que comprender, equipararlo con algo que ya conociera. Sí. Esto de aquí tiene que ser una oreja, una oreja en medio de un bulto que qué sé yo...<br />Después, leyendo cosas de su vida y su obra que estaban escritas en las paredes, cosas como naturaleza y hombre, dualidad o mezcla, vio que había sentido simpatía por los republicanos españoles y pensó: ¡Qué majo este Henri Moore!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4911823660035594171?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-61105040137290286382008-09-04T00:35:00.004+02:002009-11-28T15:56:35.956+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SL8Rns0kL0I/AAAAAAAAASk/V_yH_okrs6c/s1600-h/gorro1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SL8Rns0kL0I/AAAAAAAAASk/V_yH_okrs6c/s400/gorro1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241927865026752322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">A veces me cuesta respirar<br />los ojos<br />derrumbados<br />me escuecen como un trago de lejía<br />y casi apenas yo sentado y solo<br />respiro lentamente, el miedo de los demás<br />apenas me toca, pero el tuyo<br />me pesa como los tobillos astillados a un fugitivo<br />inoperante peso inerte de decisiones<br />épicas que no llegan ni a la e<br />no se atreven asustadas de tu miedo<br />no vacilan no llegan a nacer<br />la vida que hoy cuesta otro poquito<br />y tampoco es para tanto y para qué<br />a veces otro poco y un perdona<br />es suficiente hasta la proxima vez<br />hasta el próximo lo siento tengo miedo no lo hagas<br />mi te quiero lo comprendo no lo haré.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6110504013729028638?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-44041660217450898392008-08-25T20:34:00.003+02:002009-10-22T12:39:22.348+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SLL7XsOrzPI/AAAAAAAAASc/qqEli3CSpwE/s1600-h/metro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SLL7XsOrzPI/AAAAAAAAASc/qqEli3CSpwE/s400/metro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238525701013622002" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-4404166021745089839?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-32123363452069024702008-08-16T16:21:00.016+02:002009-10-22T12:39:35.432+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SKc2EAjx5hI/AAAAAAAAASE/yebhVbiWFa8/s1600-h/nevera1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235212534338938386" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SKc2EAjx5hI/AAAAAAAAASE/yebhVbiWFa8/s400/nevera1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SKc2Ec11BLI/AAAAAAAAASM/-chUZCKhl1U/s1600-h/nevera2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235212541930833074" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SKc2Ec11BLI/AAAAAAAAASM/-chUZCKhl1U/s400/nevera2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SKc2ErFXbrI/AAAAAAAAASU/5nRljJb7H20/s1600-h/nevera3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235212545754099378" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SKc2ErFXbrI/AAAAAAAAASU/5nRljJb7H20/s400/nevera3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><a href="http://www.claraleon.com/index_cuadros.html"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">domestic anatomy - anatomía doméstica</span></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >Oil on wood 3 x 120 x 80</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3212336345206902470?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-15996327317102139382008-08-10T13:32:00.012+02:002009-10-22T12:39:48.167+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SJ8DYn5NFwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LPELNrqNp2M/s1600-h/grabado2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SJ8DYn5NFwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LPELNrqNp2M/s400/grabado2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232905013588465410" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://illustrationfriday.com/linkviewer.html">for illustration Friday</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Gonna tell the tale of a dog named Zillionaire<br />Who stands on the back of a whale<br />Howling out in the middle of the ocean<br />Waves of dog emotion, howl on 'till you find your sailor<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Howl on 'till he carries you home </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Hear him calling for his master </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A sailor lost at sea, who sank inside </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A splash and desapeard beneath" </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">Edie Brickell, Jerry Garcia &amp; Rob Wasserman</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-1599632731710213938?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-62076270796570972232008-08-08T13:11:00.012+02:002008-09-16T12:45:10.924+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SJx8WM2pPqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WAOJ6aDfFHs/s1600-h/desayuno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SJx8WM2pPqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WAOJ6aDfFHs/s400/desayuno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232193587947060898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6207627079657097223?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-80989127138847549712008-07-25T19:01:00.005+02:002008-12-10T09:59:58.954+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SIoHR7EmnAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/W-gOER8AM0w/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SIoHR7EmnAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/W-gOER8AM0w/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226998322013051906" border="0" /></a><br />Pasamos una noche en un hotel de carretera. Normalmente en ese tipo de establecimientos suelen colgar cuadros de lo más espeluznante, pero este es muy simpático.<br />Creo que a <a href="http://www.cjsstudio.com/images1.07.html">Carolyn Swiszcz </a>le hubiera gustado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8098912713884754971?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-23604053095454107682008-07-17T18:33:00.008+02:002008-12-10T10:00:00.239+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SH90oRicSwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5Mh5oi4d_d8/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SH90oRicSwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5Mh5oi4d_d8/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224022328024517378" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Olmo se baña nada mas llegar a Cala LLamp<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2360405309545410768?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-30147076453501144672008-07-02T12:29:00.006+02:002008-12-10T10:00:00.670+01:00<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SGtZIlK21UI/AAAAAAAAAOw/hhP2AaZqLvU/s1600-h/page3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218362597190325570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SGtZIlK21UI/AAAAAAAAAOw/hhP2AaZqLvU/s400/page3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SGtY5fo9WgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IrFG5FiOnvQ/s1600-h/page1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218362338007931394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SGtY5fo9WgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IrFG5FiOnvQ/s400/page1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">avance de <a href="http://www.claraleon.com/">claraleon.com</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-3014707645350114467?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-27813080841107443792008-06-21T19:37:00.005+02:002008-12-10T10:00:00.862+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SF08rsXKW2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YPjs2hvad4g/s1600-h/street.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SF08rsXKW2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/YPjs2hvad4g/s400/street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214390664905251682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Nota: Un coche de policia y un taxi acaban de chocar en un cruce, el taxista sale del coche y empieza a insultar. La gente se para a mirar...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2781308084110744379?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-80598037507283605312008-06-12T21:16:00.017+02:002009-11-28T15:53:46.881+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SF1AqlS9gmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/--9_50G3s-c/s1600-h/playa2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SF1AqlS9gmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/--9_50G3s-c/s400/playa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214395043875226210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Muchas mañanas empiezan raro. Uno se levanta de la cama, se lava la cara que aparece en el espejo, se coloca los cascos y ve pasar a gente de mentira que se cruza por la calle, en el metro, figurantes de una comedia, de una tragedia, quizá de una película de esas intelectuales, depende de la música del <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mp</span>3. Pero lo raro de verdad es cuando esa sensación de irrealidad llega hasta la noche, cuando se vuelve a casa y a uno le duelen las manos del frío, y ni siquiera el dolor de las manos devuelve realidad a todo lo que hay alrededor, a la calle que se cruza apretando el paso, a los muebles viejos, las sillas, el flexo, las cintas de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vídeo</span> y casete derramadas por la acera en el día del mes en que el ayuntamiento recoge gratis toda la mierda que tengas en casa si la dejas en la acera.<br /><br />Entre unas cosas y otras, las manos no me parecían mías cuando me agaché a rebuscar entre las fotos que estaban tiradas en el suelo, junto a una bolsa de ropa (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">jerseys</span> como los que nos hacía mi madre) y a una mesilla. Pude rebuscar a mis anchas porque no estaba cerca mi chica, que se hubiera puesto a gritar (es cierto que cada centímetro de esta calle ha estado en un momento u otro cubierto de pis canino, humano, gatuno; pero soy suficientemente guarro).<br /><br />Llevaba mucho tiempo queriendo escribir un cuento imaginándome los personajes de las fotos <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tiradas</span> en la calle. Hay muchas, para elegir, en estos días de recogida de muebles. Está claro que la gente quiere olvidar y, si llega el ayuntamiento y te recoge gratis todo el lastre, nadie se puede resistir, supongo. Ya había recogido un par de tacos de fotos, pero no había podido empezar la historia por más que lo intentara a través de caras sonrientes colocadas en hilera, alrededor de una mesa de restaurante, en la playa (¡Ji, ji! ¡Qué <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">aguadilla</span>!), repeinadas para salir de marcha. Sólo me salía la historia de la ruptura de una pareja que acaba con las fotos de aquellas vacaciones en las que nos enamoramos tiradas en la basura. No quería contar esa historia y era la única historia que me contaban esas fotos. Pero aquellas otras, ese día de frío de dolor de manos, me estaban contando algo distinto que sí quería contar, aunque todavía no supiese qué era.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFGpOLB-NcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7l01tznOKv4/s1600-h/tv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFGpOLB-NcI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7l01tznOKv4/s400/tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211132304788698562" border="0" /></a><br />De las cuatro o cinco imágenes que recogí, fue sólo una la que encendió el gastado motor de mi imaginación. Era un primer plano de una <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">televisión</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">pequeñita</span>, preciosa, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">kitsch</span>, de esas que hace falta meter monedas para hacer funcionar, igual que las que había visto aquel verano que pasé en aquel lugar decadente de Inglaterra. Pero la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">televisión</span> era lo de menos, lo que más me llamó la atención fue el reflejo de la pantalla apagada. En él aparecía alguien tirado en una cama de lo que parecía una <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pensión</span> de mala muerte. Había una cama vacía al fondo y, en otra al lado, una pierna que permitía reconstruir todo lo demás, tal vez la figura de un joven perdido en mitad de un viaje que no había salido como esperaba.<br /></span></div><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SF1AH1RjHzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/T4WpV4fckSo/s1600-h/palm1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SF1AH1RjHzI/AAAAAAAAAOY/T4WpV4fckSo/s400/palm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214394446868848434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFF12J7-aiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XtX2DX1iaKg/s1600-h/playa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFF12J7-aiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XtX2DX1iaKg/s400/playa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211075817085233698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFF1q52E4SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dkrszwJluLs/s1600-h/blue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFF1q52E4SI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dkrszwJluLs/s400/blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211075623786963234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Las otras fotos eran sólo las fachadas de unos edificios que hace 30 años podrían haber pasado por imitación de lujo, pero que ahora sólo se quedaban en pasados de moda, viejos, cutres. Hablé con mi chica y convinimos en que se trataba de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Miami</span></span>. Ella había estado allí, yo no, pero me pareció muy convincente, no sonaba mal y me venía estupendamente para la historia.<br /><br />El chico tirado en la cama estaba de resaca. El día anterior celebró su despedida de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Miami</span></span> y de Estados Unidos después de tres meses. Tres meses antes había dejado a sus amigos, aquella chica con la que medio estaba, medio no, a su familia, su trabajo en la editorial (él quería ser editor, no administrativo, de hecho, lo que quería era ser escritor) y se había ido a Estados Unidos, con 3.000 euros y 25 años, a escribir una novela, la gran novela americana. De Nueva <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">York</span></span> se cansó pronto, o quizá fue la ciudad la que se cansó de él. La cosa es que, visto el precio de los alquileres y la imposibilidad de encontrar trabajo, enseguida cogió otro avión hasta San Francisco para hacerse un <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">on</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">the</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">road</span></span></span>: en coche hasta <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Miami</span></span>. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Así lo hizo, pero bastante mal. Apenas escribía nada más que tonterías, sustituyó los trabajos en bares que imaginaba para irse manteniendo por los giros que le mandaba su madre (que no se entere papá) y, después de la horrible experiencia con unos tipos desdentados y malolientes en el primer pueblo en el que paró, condujo sin descanso y casi sin paradas hasta <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Miami</span>. Pasó allí muchos días, buscando una excusa para volver a casa sin la humillación de contar la verdad de su fracaso. Incluso tomó esa fotografía de aquel edificio desde el que se planteó (nunca en serio) tirarse. La foto estaría en el sobre, junto a la nota de suicidio. Incluso llegó a escribir la carta de despedida, uno de los pocos textos decentes que había hecho en todo el viaje. Y sonaba convincente esa angustia vital que presuntamente le producía el ambiente norteamericano, sobre todo esa enorme ciudad de vacaciones que es <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Miami</span>. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFHHWHQXphI/AAAAAAAAANU/wmZyell33Cs/s1600-h/draw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFHHWHQXphI/AAAAAAAAANU/wmZyell33Cs/s400/draw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211165426563130898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Y, de repente, se le ocurrió que una buena paliza sería un buen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">desencadenante</span> de su regreso. Así que sacó un billete de vuelta a Madrid y se dispuso a dedicar el día a provocar que alguien le diera una paliza. Después pensó que tampoco hacía falta que le partieran las costillas (lo que además haría que perdiera el billete de avión); con un par de puñetazos bastaba. Pero es difícil calibrar el enfado que se provoca en los demás para que el resultado sea exactamente un par de puñetazos, no muy fuertes, pero que dejen una buena marca. Todo el día estuvo dándole vueltas a la táctica de provocación y a la selección del sujeto a provocar. Pensaba, descartaba, bebía. Bebía, pensaba y descartaba. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Así llegó la madrugada, la una (la una de la mañana en <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">EEUU</span> es mucho más tarde que la una de la mañana en España) y por fin eligió al sujeto; ni muy cachas ni muy tirillas, ni muy tranquilo ni muy nervioso. La táctica al final no fue muy elaborada.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">--¡Eh! ¡Estúpido!--, le dijo en ingles. --¿Por qué me miras así? ¡No me mires así!--. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Y se <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">abalanzó</span> sobre él para empujarle. Pero el tipo se apartó y él, muy borracho, cayó al suelo de cabeza y se le olvidó poner las manos. El tipo se largó sin dedicarle ni un segundo más, pero el resultado del ataque fue óptimo. El golpe le hizo sangrar la nariz, que se le hinchó, al igual que el pómulo y la ceja. Así que lo celebró con otra media docena de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">güisquis</span></span><span class="eLema"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"></span> bañados con la sangre de su nariz. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A la hora de los náufragos, por <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">increíble</span> que parezca, ligó con una mujer (más bien, como siempre, fue ella la que ligó con él) que <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">podía</span> tener entre <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">veintitantos</span> y <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cincuentantos</span>, según su precisa percepción en aquel momento. Se fueron a la habitación del motel y allí nadie sería capaz de explicar exactamente qué paso; tal vez sexo, quién sabe. El caso es que él enseguida se quedó dormido en la misma postura que le pilló la luz de la mañana. Ella se despertó antes y se vistió. Pero no le robó nada, como cabría esperar. Sólo sacó la cámara de fotos de la funda, le hizo una extraña fotografía a través de la pantalla de la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">televisión</span>, dejó la máquina sobre la mesa y se fue.<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFGl6P6jYfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_Y7USUM6gK8/s1600-h/hotel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SFGl6P6jYfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_Y7USUM6gK8/s400/hotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211128663967490546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />historia de Jonny Caracarton<br />ilustrado por Clarota</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8059803750728360531?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-24406767166004054302008-06-11T14:40:00.018+02:002009-06-02T21:04:00.921+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE_hqhRTxpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hoY54nFFzBs/s1600-h/foto.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE_hqhRTxpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hoY54nFFzBs/s320/foto.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210631414492677778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Todo era oscuro como un culo<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">todo era gris como abril con persianas</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> bajadas<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">todo era escaso como el sueño al raso<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">era vacío y frío bastante tonto<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">sin ti.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2440676716600405430?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-24403364864291051842008-06-11T13:58:00.016+02:002009-06-02T21:04:00.921+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE_nTDuceNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LY0FbnjMOgM/s1600-h/bastoncillo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE_nTDuceNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LY0FbnjMOgM/s320/bastoncillo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210637608494594258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Bastoncillos para las orejas</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;">peusec para los pies<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">cientonce calamidades por semana<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">y un ruido de estómago luchando por una buena digestión<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">a pesar de los pesares<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">qué le costaba a aquel transeúnte<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">no morirse aquel día<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">qué cuesta una cerveza en este sitio de mierda<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">blando como una sarta de buenas intenciones<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">un alma desnuda sin amantes<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">tiritando de rabia más que de frío<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">de pena más que de soledad<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">rojos cuadrados en los calzoncillos<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">y las faldas sin calzoncillos debajo<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">rojos como la siesta del que no comió aquel día<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">raros de solemnidad eructando cicatrices<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">tristes como viejos en la cola del cine<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">toallas mojadas para las cabezas<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">zapatillas otra vez de cuadros como las faldas<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">versos tropezados caídos en la sopa<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">risas que no lucen porque no se ven pasar<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">sillas como mulas cargando incertidumbres<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">granjas de papeles para nada<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">humores agriados al más mínimo suspiro<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">caminos dibujados en papel de culo<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">largos como siempre<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">pero endebles como cabezas golpeadas cincuenta veces contra el techo.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-2440336486429105184?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-88808887307848488242008-06-11T13:44:00.011+02:002011-01-27T16:55:40.809+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE-9XgvUogI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xKubhDVmh9o/s1600-h/oj.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE-9XgvUogI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xKubhDVmh9o/s320/oj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210591505514013186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Solía dormir boca abajo<br />para no tener que ver el sol al despertar<br />violaba sus recuerdos<br />uno a uno<br />todos<br />incluso los que había olvidado<br />para no tener excusas<br />inclinaba la cabeza al caminar<br />hacia el suelo<br />miraba interesado las frenéticas patadas en el aire<br />de los otros transeúntes<br />y se preguntaba si es por los pies<br />por donde nos empiezan a comer los gusanos<br />cuando dejamos de dar patadas en el aire<br />para coger el autobús<br />o el metro<br />llevaba las manos en los bolsillos<br />porque casi no podía aguantarse las ganas<br />de estrangular transeúntes o darles abrazos<br />caminaba bajo la lluvia<br />para redimir sus pecados<br />odiaba pero sin querer buscaba la simetría<br />una explicación un orden universal<br />un sentido hasta para las cacas de los perros<br />y para la existencia de los concejales de urbanismo<br />no podía comprender por qué no amaba todo el rato<br />por qué odiaba las telenovelas<br />las fiestas de guardar y el jamón rancio<br />por que sentía aquellas ganas a veces<br />de estrangularse a sí mismo y a los demás<br />con el mismo cordón umbilical con el que nos condenaron a muerte<br />no quería que nadie le viera el alma<br />para no tener que dar explicaciones<br />solía dormir boca abajo<br />para no tener que ver el sol al despertar.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8880888730784848824?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-67133027282008095062008-06-11T13:41:00.006+02:002009-06-02T21:04:00.922+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE-6J7z68LI/AAAAAAAAAII/ny-RMQ8GCS8/s1600-h/sc012fa0c3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE-6J7z68LI/AAAAAAAAAII/ny-RMQ8GCS8/s320/sc012fa0c3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210587973728006322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">Ahogado en esfuerzos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">se acordó de aquel tipo </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">que quiso llevarse el mar en los bolsillos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">recordó su cara triste</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">de piedra rota escondida en las manos<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-6713302728200809506?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-870309844359768812008-06-11T13:33:00.016+02:002009-06-02T21:04:00.922+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE_AsYcnJkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zVEjEDiZjrs/s1600-h/sc012fb45b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE_AsYcnJkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zVEjEDiZjrs/s320/sc012fb45b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210595162600187458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Quiero ser un viejo de bar</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">salpicando amargura en su metro cuadrado</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">derramado en la barra</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">explicando por qué antes era peor</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">y ahora es una mierda</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">escupir rencor</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">entre los esputos de la tos del tabaco</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sin remordimientos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">y temblando</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">luchar contra la crueldad de la maldita próstata</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">en la soledad del baño</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">pensando en todo aquello que pudiste hacer</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">pero no hiciste</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">y claro</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">viejo asqueroso</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">todo habría sido diferente</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">de vuelta en el vaso de vino</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">con la barba dura de tres días qué importa</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">con los ojos hundidos tras los párpados azules</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">qué importan</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">los días tambaleantes</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">qué siempre acaban por terminar</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-87030984435976881?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18410540464422425.post-86500679626278570612008-06-09T21:24:00.011+02:002009-06-02T21:04:00.922+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE73yMyBovI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2pZtVfOw5fE/s1600-h/ciervo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_do8wkH1sOTY/SE73yMyBovI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2pZtVfOw5fE/s320/ciervo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210374260710810354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Esta vez la rosa era de papel</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">las sombras sonaron a campanas de muerto</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">la lluvia cubría hasta los cuerpos soñados</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">los ciervos no traían amor</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">esta vez los otros no éramos ninguno</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">esta vez te equivocaste y lo vi claro sin poder hacer nada</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">los ojos en las ojeras se rieron por una vez</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">esta vez nos comimos sin mirarnos y sin querernos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">esta vez nos echamos de menos pero nos echamos</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18410540464422425-8650067962627857061?l=malditocolumpio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Maldito Columpiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12744101649994816213noreply@blogger.com0