tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294149692011-07-28T22:15:02.838-03:00"...la síntesis, la verdad, está en la poesía..."Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.comBlogger2051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-12130421156773598222010-05-22T09:36:00.003-03:002010-05-22T09:56:27.822-03:00Le di voz<br />a lo que arde<br />hora divina de tu espasmo<br />nube del cuerpo<br /><br />vendè con mi lengua tu<br />boca<br />asì<br />y los dioses se nos morìan<br /><br />hambre de nosotros<br />que nos enciende y hamaca<br />en el mismo sitio<br /><br />hambre que saciamos<br />lento<br />por temor a deformarnos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-1213042115677359822?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-9585112570575112472010-05-17T19:26:00.002-03:002010-05-17T19:38:42.255-03:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Posterga esa boca</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-cruzo el vaso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">mi pierna-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">espesa el gesto en </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">su cuerpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-transcurro como idiota</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">su aliento a putas lo delata-</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ausenta sus ojos</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">retrocede y asalta esta</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">flor</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">mi humedad</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">su empacho.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-958511257057511247?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-66059298079701792882010-05-16T21:54:00.001-03:002010-05-16T21:56:07.822-03:00vos,<br />otro banquete de carne <br />exhibido en la vidriera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6605929807970179288?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-61159257591022046162010-02-08T04:35:00.001-03:002010-02-08T04:38:14.432-03:00Sinuoso hilo<br />saliva de<br />nuestra noche<br /> <br />lanzó su gemido <br />éste <br />eco de la memoria<br />y sueño<br /><br />nuestra funda <br />nocturna te<br />hamaca y<br /><br />te duerme.<br /><br />Ahora yo<br />blanco sobre blanco<br />agua.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6115925759102204616?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-86208612887516235702009-11-29T22:50:00.000-03:002009-11-29T22:51:36.880-03:00Viejo<br />el reloj nos da cita<br />una y<br />otra vez.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8620861288751623570?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-39992352578186017622009-11-29T22:45:00.001-03:002009-11-29T22:49:08.602-03:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Pronto se nos <br />revela lo que <br />no<br />aún hoy<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-3999235257818601762?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-71020694594229808622009-10-20T00:10:00.002-03:002009-10-20T00:14:16.569-03:00Los invito a que pasen por<br /> <a href="http://mayragallucci.blogspot.com"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">www.mayragallucci.blogspot.com </span></a><br />Un nuevo blog donde publico unicamente mis cuadros<br />Saludos!<br />M.G<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-7102069459422980862?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-15804108990624260102009-09-21T22:27:00.001-03:002009-09-21T22:27:51.913-03:00Domingo<br />sátira.<br />Piedra libre a tu farsa<br />de galán.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-1580410899062426010?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-16616252102041217222009-05-06T00:25:00.005-03:002009-05-06T00:48:04.594-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SgEEWW33X3I/AAAAAAAAARE/wP3FQsj_VmY/s1600-h/INMIGRANTE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332548215926906738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SgEEWW33X3I/AAAAAAAAARE/wP3FQsj_VmY/s320/INMIGRANTE.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Bajó a conocer sus </div><div>primeras aguas<br />en el cuerpo<br />único mar<br />inmigrante lo navega<br /><br />le cierra los ojos<br />la orilla de esta<br />carne ardida </div><div>que tienta</div><div>convida<br />soberbio perfume.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-1661625210204121722?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-50271515131867854412009-03-29T19:11:00.000-03:002009-03-29T19:19:18.627-03:00El perfume indicaba lo<br />que le iba a suceder<br /><br />entreabrió su lienzo<br />aquel nido aguado por<br />combustiones añejas<br />/baba rubí/<br /><br />de pié<br />prendada le indagó<br />lo ardido<br />su lacia destreza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5027151513186785441?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-9386799678160633922009-03-21T22:00:00.002-03:002009-03-21T22:42:36.464-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/ScWXFPgm_XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/N7opN33OTeo/s1600-h/x+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315821051499183474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/ScWXFPgm_XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/N7opN33OTeo/s320/x+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>La vocal dividió su<br />cuerpo ahuecado cruzó <br />punto crítico<br /><br />era otoño<br />y aun así le florecían<br />acordes en el sexo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-938679967816063392?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-34716969080127023112009-03-20T18:21:00.004-03:002009-03-21T00:42:18.211-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/ScQMk_ucxEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bnCXAX0KmUY/s1600-h/Adulta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315387289925108802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/ScQMk_ucxEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bnCXAX0KmUY/s200/Adulta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Con sus criaturas aún naciendo </div><div>la embistió<br />se las vertió dentro<br />/quiso verla adulta/</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-3471696908012702311?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-23091676901833360812009-03-10T11:24:00.001-02:002009-03-10T11:28:56.849-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SbZqaNadclI/AAAAAAAAAP4/p9DkpKOiiY8/s1600-h/noche+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311549809039864402" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SbZqaNadclI/AAAAAAAAAP4/p9DkpKOiiY8/s320/noche+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />La noche<br />conduce a rastras mi<br />ajuar<br />esta espina del sueño usurpado<br /><br />lágrima y orín<br />un mismo<br />manto<br />- estampa del cuerpo-<br /><br />la hora se iguala acá<br />aire como fango<br />traga<br />claustro funesto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-2309167690183336081?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-61515562723259615702009-02-25T21:07:00.002-02:002009-02-25T21:35:24.526-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SaXU-hLLUNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pK9-8igBeNU/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306881906448224466" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SaXU-hLLUNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pK9-8igBeNU/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>como rezando<br />erguida en mis piernas<br />su bendición</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6151556272325961570?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-3003547505627947532009-02-24T01:27:00.001-02:002009-02-24T01:43:13.248-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SaNshSMK4LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XHQOVfvK9CE/s1600-h/!+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306204105046941874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SaNshSMK4LI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XHQOVfvK9CE/s200/!+016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Palpó mis costillas<br />con la ausente</div><div>dio filo a la noche.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-300354750562794753?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-61588800666879738712009-02-24T01:19:00.002-02:002009-02-24T01:24:01.503-02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SaNoNLpE5JI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jPD_YxdZU9w/s1600-h/x+034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306199361645241490" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SaNoNLpE5JI/AAAAAAAAAPY/jPD_YxdZU9w/s320/x+034.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Oxidado profeta<br />en su voz<br />nimiedades</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6158880066687973871?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-10420720908706945342008-07-23T15:28:00.001-03:002008-07-23T15:28:27.819-03:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/3FCaB1-gsfI' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3FCaB1-gsfI'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-1042072090870694534?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-26706853132118408112008-07-11T08:04:00.002-03:002008-07-11T08:11:28.206-03:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SHc_WP_dliI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AeM3C8xHPl0/s1600-h/P7090032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221711944441763362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SHc_WP_dliI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AeM3C8xHPl0/s320/P7090032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Le sueña el vientre<br />ánfora para estibar<br />hijos<br />esas blancas mariposas del escándalo<br /><br />le reza al perfume de<br />sus pliegues<br />esa tartana con muertos de otros<br /></div><div>los llora<br /><br />le intenta un corazón<br /><br />en el pellejo<br />asila al sicario de su<br />virgen en quema.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-2670685313211840811?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-60988295606863552702008-07-09T16:05:00.001-03:002008-07-09T16:09:56.894-03:00La veterana<br />recientemente<br />convertida en abuela<br />insiste con<br />su depresión post parto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6098829560686355270?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-66958486710228597692008-07-06T21:32:00.001-03:002008-07-06T21:41:39.049-03:00Con los dientes<br />extendí la trama<br /><br />de espaldas al<br />cristo<br />se alza la bestia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6695848671022859769?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-5773439544733811292008-06-06T16:45:00.000-03:002008-06-06T16:47:12.833-03:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Silencio<br />perdón<br />olvido<br />silencio<br />dan ganas de donarte.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-577343954473381129?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-89821194697746226512008-06-06T16:34:00.002-03:002008-06-06T16:43:11.986-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SEmTBGUGdyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZWljWajrYaA/s1600-h/ultimo+encuentro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208856091114764066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SEmTBGUGdyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZWljWajrYaA/s320/ultimo+encuentro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Oído adentro<br />gimieron vivo amor<br />bien adentro.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8982119469774622651?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-11077152947184688422008-06-02T15:38:00.002-03:002008-06-02T15:47:49.613-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SEQ_-hSr4FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fIBkIgjm2nA/s1600-h/con+el+mundo+en+las+manos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207357412468318290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SEQ_-hSr4FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fIBkIgjm2nA/s320/con+el+mundo+en+las+manos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">El arácnido<br />senil<br />la poseía<br />volvía a<br />decorarla<br /><strong><em>venga otra vez<br />será para su bien</em><br /></strong>diría.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-1107715294718468842?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-19690337567022867922008-05-30T17:42:00.001-03:002008-05-30T18:06:33.827-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SEBsG_88yqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Erb4e_Jtikg/s1600-h/diapo+peces1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206280036742384290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SEBsG_88yqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Erb4e_Jtikg/s320/diapo+peces1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Mordisqueada<br />la arreó de las costillas<br />punzó su vientre<br />y comenzó a hilarla.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-1969033756702286792?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-43720305686486900772008-05-24T16:15:00.005-03:002008-05-30T17:42:22.988-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDhpvv88ypI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2BCgcdiwS-Y/s1600-h/el+siasgo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204025638473484946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDhpvv88ypI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2BCgcdiwS-Y/s320/el+siasgo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Adiestrada en prudencias<br />virgen la deseó<br />no<br />coronada<br /><br />no alcanzó<br />el terco esmalte de casta<br />la milicia<br />ni el verbo en<br />la plegaria<br />a conservar la carne<br />sin sello<br /><br />de pie crucificada<br />iniciada<br />con fuego su pliegue ardido<br />confesada<br />volvió a su fe y al ruego.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-4372030568648690077?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-49047080132402311402008-05-24T16:01:00.005-03:002008-05-24T16:11:50.890-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDhnjv88yoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4dZOnHbDLkA/s1600-h/diapo+jardin+japones1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204023233291799170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDhnjv88yoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4dZOnHbDLkA/s320/diapo+jardin+japones1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Adelantó las piernas<br />siquiera logró un<br />falso hilo<br />a duras penas.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-4904708013240231140?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-88753943441849733292008-05-21T17:41:00.008-03:002008-05-21T18:11:00.007-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDSLv3TDG-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2-G5ZKjJnGs/s1600-h/sendero.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202937123933723618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDSLv3TDG-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2-G5ZKjJnGs/s320/sendero.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDSLv3TDG-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2-G5ZKjJnGs/s1600-h/sendero.jpg"></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </p><p> </p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">La siguió hasta ajustarla a</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">su cuerpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la olió</span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sorbió el óxido níveo de su relicario</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la maduró por dentro</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dejó de seguirla y la seguía</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">seca y sellada</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">/muñeca obscena/</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la d</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">escartó.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDSLv3TDG-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2-G5ZKjJnGs/s1600-h/sendero.jpg"></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDSLv3TDG-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2-G5ZKjJnGs/s1600-h/sendero.jpg"></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SDSLv3TDG-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/2-G5ZKjJnGs/s1600-h/sendero.jpg"></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8875394344184973329?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-80142262498884716542008-05-17T12:33:00.001-03:002008-05-17T12:35:41.993-03:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Con el sexo lo besó</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">con la boca</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de memoria ilustró</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">la carne del festejo.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8014226249888471654?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-30139369455857187012008-05-17T12:20:00.003-03:002008-05-17T12:37:09.104-03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Insano insiste<br />con su ganga<br />de leche estival<br /><br />ella late con otro.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-3013936945585718701?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-5490222481671629122008-05-10T04:03:00.002-03:002008-05-10T04:07:56.087-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SCVJIGGiHfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3pHJqRDU9lw/s1600-h/yo+II.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198641748294901234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SCVJIGGiHfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3pHJqRDU9lw/s320/yo+II.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">No quedan uvas por</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">desollar</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">nada salva el</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">retraso de tu</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">disparo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-549022248167162912?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-60940466152185072502008-05-09T11:53:00.000-03:002008-05-09T11:54:56.063-03:00la pendeja<br />macerada en pachuli<br />adoptó al insano.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6094046615218507250?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-82110818183510740102008-05-09T11:39:00.004-03:002008-05-09T11:51:40.591-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SCRkXWGiHeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Aq4-E6zdgAQ/s1600-h/empollada.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198390222125145570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SCRkXWGiHeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Aq4-E6zdgAQ/s320/empollada.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Otra vez puso huevos<br /><br />amaneció<br /><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">sigilosa</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">con miedo a romper</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">la miseria empollada.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8211081818351074010?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-66259299432971225842008-05-01T18:02:00.005-03:002008-05-17T12:38:56.453-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SBoxYnCfGsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kN7QYjhCvnM/s1600-h/tienta+a+mi+boca.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195519418991319746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SBoxYnCfGsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kN7QYjhCvnM/s320/tienta+a+mi+boca.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Con insectos tienta<br />a mi boca<br />da<br />las primeras dichas<br /><br />vino a mí<br />y apenas<br />canto </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">su mano trenza el lúbrico<br />hilo<br />de mi atavío.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6625929943297122584?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-2051993773702600232008-05-01T17:27:00.002-03:002008-05-01T17:30:56.414-03:00Desmenuza la<br />redecilla<br />tendida en el<br />sillón<br />paloma baleada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-205199377370260023?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-64302001628374604712008-05-01T17:16:00.003-03:002008-05-17T12:19:42.899-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SBomM3CfGrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FrHAUDdoA88/s1600-h/ropa+tendida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195507122499951282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SBomM3CfGrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FrHAUDdoA88/s320/ropa+tendida.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Conforme con el crimen</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;">lavó lo evidente</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;">bestia ardida</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">-me lava-</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6430200162837460471?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-10673737296919504492008-04-26T22:39:00.000-03:002008-04-26T22:55:40.468-03:00<em>anuncian<br />que la poseerán<br /><br />calzó<br />uvas en su hendija<br />tomó una niña y<br />se frotó<br /><br />accede estrecha<br />con el perfume<br />de las nunca habitadas.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-1067373729691950449?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-68285030656436005732008-04-26T11:20:00.003-03:002008-05-01T18:01:10.386-03:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Labré tu espalda</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">oímos </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">paso lento</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">de tropas en </span><span style="font-family:arial;">mi </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">sexo</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">en la reserva</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">de esta noche</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">otra.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6828503065643600573?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-75153136456494746532008-04-25T19:18:00.002-03:002008-05-28T17:33:52.704-03:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Es tiempo de enjuagar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">la pimienta encarnada</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en el blanco rigor</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de tus dientes.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-7515313645649474653?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-59712112887090506762008-04-23T22:05:00.002-03:002008-04-23T22:42:46.046-03:00<em>Para inflamar</em><br /><em>sin colmillos</em><br /><em>sin sangre</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>el hombre</em><br /><em>mansa alarma</em><br /><em>alista el </em><em>rugido</em><br /><em>de la copa </em><br /><em>oruga</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>lo verán lamer ácido</em><br /><em>letras</em><br /><em>hasta que</em><br /><em>el inepto</em><br /><em>carmín de su boca</em><br /><em>se rinda.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5971211288709050676?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-64459120449722748922008-04-23T22:03:00.001-03:002008-04-23T22:05:26.739-03:00<em>Bajo el colchón</em><br /><em>susurran</em><br /><em>mexicanos</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>ella lo ignora</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6445912044972274892?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-29617525752736414522008-04-20T14:23:00.001-03:002008-04-20T14:23:32.030-03:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/MXcIRwsmwuw' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/MXcIRwsmwuw'/></object></p><p>Hay mamá Inés</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-2961752575273641452?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-84960295067419779682008-04-19T19:14:00.004-03:002008-04-19T19:22:31.352-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SApu74p79HI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g6YYSA8FU4A/s1600-h/ventana+vecina.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191083495597536370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SApu74p79HI/AAAAAAAAAIg/g6YYSA8FU4A/s320/ventana+vecina.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">Como el cerdo que era gimió entre sueños.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8496029506741977968?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-7263231388100000752008-04-19T18:55:00.004-03:002008-04-26T21:04:33.177-03:00En la noche del<br />whisky<br />designó a las<br />baldosas<br />peritos de parte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-726323138810000075?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-60331531445793003872008-04-18T21:47:00.003-03:002008-04-26T21:05:23.994-03:00<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190753625661991570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SAlC67YnapI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qUhCNOACXg8/s320/cerrado.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="justify">Compré el boleto para</div><div align="justify">la gala pochoclera</div><div align="justify">de tu aforismo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6033153144579300387?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-88432336135154397542008-04-12T19:11:00.002-03:002008-04-12T19:19:07.772-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SAEz5LYnaoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DvjseTaEtDc/s1600-h/prefiero+caer+de+espaldas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188485303109118594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SAEz5LYnaoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DvjseTaEtDc/s320/prefiero+caer+de+espaldas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Aunque el viejo faisán</div><div align="left">se engalana</div><div align="left">y recita vaporoso</div><div align="left">glosario</div><div align="left">no obtendrá</div><div align="left">de esta doncella</div><div align="left">un ápice de fuego</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8843233613515439754?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-926253313622269492008-04-12T17:57:00.000-03:002008-04-12T18:00:34.730-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SAEiy7YnanI/AAAAAAAAAII/B05qbCFwrds/s1600-h/reclinada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188466504037263986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/SAEiy7YnanI/AAAAAAAAAII/B05qbCFwrds/s320/reclinada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-92625331362226949?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-90415052980004803372008-04-11T18:02:00.003-03:002008-04-11T20:16:52.731-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R__UynAJxwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YRP26ChZ_qo/s1600-h/el+torpe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188099261682272002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R__UynAJxwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YRP26ChZ_qo/s320/el+torpe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">El empedrado</div><div align="left">torpe</div><div align="left">sendero de su pie</div><div align="left">vio roja</div><div align="left">batalla y el</div><div align="left">farol</div><div align="left">puta esquiva en su noche</div><div align="left">a nadie dice</div><div align="left">nada</div><div align="left">ni besa</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">en el cielo</div><div align="left">la pólvora y el</div><div align="left">muerto.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-9041505298000480337?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-35616075297888820242008-04-05T15:30:00.012-03:002008-04-05T16:11:02.908-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_fMaYjnwbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lebRd4vYa1w/s1600-h/el+mensual.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185838249580937650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_fMaYjnwbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lebRd4vYa1w/s320/el+mensual.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="left">El ojo próximo al silencio</p><p align="left">vuelca el bostezo en</p><p align="left">la pared</p><p align="left">perdida</p><p align="left">su mano</p><p align="left">en las colinas del sillón</p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">de par en par</p><p align="left">la ventana reza</p><p align="left">una</p><p align="left">dos</p><p align="left">tres</p><p align="left">lágrimas dardos entre las rodillas</p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">suena el timbre</p><p align="left">trompeta de</p><p align="left">ninguna gloria.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-3561607529788882024?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-4686813272365701372008-04-02T14:22:00.001-03:002008-04-02T14:22:29.361-03:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/vw6HWwPEQm8' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vw6HWwPEQm8'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-468681327236570137?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-56938091545525466942008-04-02T13:43:00.002-03:002008-04-02T13:48:35.627-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_O4cojnwWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eX_61HGe12k/s1600-h/antecedentes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184690398096245090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_O4cojnwWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eX_61HGe12k/s320/antecedentes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_O4dYjnwXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DxunFYizgmU/s1600-h/antecedentes2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184690410981146994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_O4dYjnwXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/DxunFYizgmU/s320/antecedentes2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_O4d4jnwYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lwiLtWInCRw/s1600-h/antecedentes3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184690419571081602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_O4d4jnwYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lwiLtWInCRw/s320/antecedentes3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5693809154552546694?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-32953901567237002212008-03-30T19:14:00.002-03:002008-03-30T19:19:17.279-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_AROIjnwVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wyAkNrZmnMY/s1600-h/ave+migratoria.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183662105616171346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R_AROIjnwVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wyAkNrZmnMY/s320/ave+migratoria.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Conservo en las manos<br />el vaho<br />verano fermentado<br />tu enunciación<br />su hueso<br /><br />sobre el sillón<br />de lo exquisito en vano<br />domestiqué la pluma<br /><br />hay noche aún<br />ahogo<br />que florece en<br />barro<br />mancha las caras </div><div align="left">nos desconocemos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-3295390156723700221?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-27618096861962947702008-03-27T16:25:00.001-03:002008-03-28T23:12:07.788-03:00Por encima del hombro<br />le nacía<br />derrotado<br />jazmín<br />o<br />palomitas<br />vestidas de<br />novia en el altar<br />su cuerpo<br /><br />aquí el mármol<br />arriesga<br /><br />murió en su único vestido<br />mientras usted<br />se peinaba el bigote.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-2761809686196294770?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-85757397904032630172008-03-27T03:16:00.001-03:002008-03-27T03:16:53.482-03:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/4KD4fCQlp0I' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4KD4fCQlp0I'/></object></p><p>voz y guitarra</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8575739790403263017?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-64597143841519095882008-03-21T19:16:00.001-03:002008-03-21T19:20:09.681-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R-Q0SYjnwTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vsIF42DdjsI/s1600-h/testigo2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180322961817059634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R-Q0SYjnwTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vsIF42DdjsI/s320/testigo2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R-Q0SojnwUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yI65ouFi9N8/s1600-h/testigo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180322966112026946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R-Q0SojnwUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yI65ouFi9N8/s320/testigo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6459714384151909588?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-2583469117307561482008-03-21T14:58:00.003-03:002008-03-21T15:10:35.138-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R-P4EYjnwQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ko-rDFit22s/s1600-h/suspiros.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180256750601224450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R-P4EYjnwQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ko-rDFit22s/s320/suspiros.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Te cuido</span></div><p align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;">beso a la niña</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;">en la hora diurna</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;">de aquellas manos...</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;">éstas.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-258346911730756148?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-69640140334493989132008-03-19T17:51:00.002-03:002008-03-19T18:01:08.275-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R-F9XojnwPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IHDBcV3pnyc/s1600-h/letras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179558891430068466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R-F9XojnwPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IHDBcV3pnyc/s320/letras.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><em><span >Yo</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span >tu disfraz</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span >y por detrás</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span >la noche</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span >/decís/</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span >cae</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span >muerta la cosa.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6964014033449398913?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-76217974864582889592008-03-12T23:39:00.001-02:002008-03-12T23:39:26.458-02:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/y_a05kZCM0E' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/y_a05kZCM0E'/></object></p><p>A mi padre por la maravilla que desplegamos entonando a duo este tema a las 12 de la noche en su maquina deportiva. Salute!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-7621797486458288959?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-89108220851146392892008-03-12T21:39:00.001-02:002008-03-12T21:41:24.494-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R9hqEIQVUdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MX2mGRofOIc/s1600-h/zoo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177004390830395858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R9hqEIQVUdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MX2mGRofOIc/s320/zoo1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8910822085114639289?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-931570647549249172008-03-11T18:40:00.004-02:002008-03-12T21:33:22.069-02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R9hoGIQVUaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/haXHu2fVtfU/s1600-h/magico.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177002226166878626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R9hoGIQVUaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/haXHu2fVtfU/s320/magico.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>"Yo, Gran Cocinero del Rey,<br />mientras miro pasar las nubes,<br />atestiguo por el mismo árbol que da sombra en mi balcón,<br />que Mayra Gallucci está perfectamente sana;<br />que no hay nadie que le vaya a pisar siquiera su sombra;<br />que está preparada para salir incólume de cualquier obstáculo,<br />no digamos ya de enfermedades, desastres, cataclismos...<br />Lo juro por todas las Musas, agregando cinco más"<br />(o por la Lascivia del Rey o la Cebra Heráldica).</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-93157064754924917?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-16643854014114140502008-03-05T18:08:00.002-02:002008-03-05T18:14:46.826-02:00No suena el río esta noche<br /><br />entre tabacos<br />/pálida luna/<br />descartó su preñez.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-1664385401411414050?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-69087210955638004992008-02-23T13:35:00.000-02:002008-02-23T13:38:48.393-02:00Lejos de la manada<br />de la suerte animal<br />velamos<br />la fuga del infante<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6908721095563800499?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-6528293308858500952008-02-11T16:08:00.000-02:002008-02-11T16:13:03.023-02:00Anegado<br />te veo<br />en el azul desierto<br />en la ceniza<br />de este casi verano<br />en tu boca<br /><br />Y el mar<br />nuestra hora nupcial<br /><br />…despojos…<br /><br />desnudo de sal<br />te deshabitas<br /><br />silencias el día<br />prófugo<br />te sepultas en él.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-652829330885850095?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-9214130475068366952008-02-01T22:16:00.001-02:002008-02-01T22:19:51.639-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R6O21uRLnhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bnjhxaQx0OU/s1600-h/bar+roma2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162170631966137874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/R6O21uRLnhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bnjhxaQx0OU/s320/bar+roma2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-921413047506836695?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-69136719797232999992008-02-01T22:08:00.000-02:002008-02-01T22:13:43.999-02:00Hogar de escombros<br />baño de gruesa tierra<br />/la asfixia del pueblo/<br /><br />en el cuero agrietado<br />el rastro del agua<br />deja surco<br />río seco<br /><br />la boca anciana<br />/infectada de hambre/<br />ofrece el fruto<br />en la hora sorda<br /><br />su caballo tuerto<br />recorre de memoria<br />el día<br />/gotera fantasmal/<br />único testigo<br />nauseabundo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6913671979723299999?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-68772691505072249682008-01-09T10:15:00.000-02:002008-01-09T10:16:37.894-02:00Esa hoja de afeitar<br />fue tu bautismo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-6877269150507224968?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-32684656243925043722008-01-09T10:13:00.000-02:002008-01-09T10:15:09.173-02:00Un acto vulgar<br />tu hombría detonada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-3268465624392504372?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-4769996537961559442008-01-03T09:32:00.000-02:002008-01-03T09:39:23.572-02:00Comulga de rodillas<br />sobre las vísceras<br />del domingo pagano.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-476999653796155944?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-53677344685628220032007-12-13T13:46:00.001-03:002007-12-13T13:46:13.317-03:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/FEbb-qaprtE' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FEbb-qaprtE'/></object></p><p>orbital - one perfect sunrise live</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5367734468562822003?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-82833029827256577232007-12-13T13:43:00.001-03:002007-12-13T13:43:37.459-03:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/pyYi8H_o-Ls' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pyYi8H_o-Ls'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8283302982725657723?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-28726628160432305132007-12-13T13:18:00.000-03:002007-12-13T13:19:21.038-03:00Sobre la nuca<br />pronunció mi castigo<br />-hi-ja-de-pu-ta-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-2872662816043230513?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-23621318644983925202007-12-13T13:15:00.000-03:002007-12-13T13:17:00.838-03:00mis pliegues<br />la carnada perfecta<br />para tu hambre oceánico<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-2362131864498392520?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-73353334097617856892007-12-13T13:14:00.000-03:002007-12-13T13:15:00.477-03:00puta brava<br />la noche<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-7335333409761785689?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-33667690729306402552007-12-04T08:22:00.000-03:002007-12-04T08:24:12.723-03:00...y bajo las uñas<br />la carne roida<br />de un cuerpo ajeno...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-3366769072930640255?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-83440087085245948692007-12-01T16:34:00.001-03:002007-12-12T20:47:40.754-03:00Medianoche<br />naufragio<br />para el cuerpo en resaca<br /><br />disuelta la hora reloj<br />en el océano buitre<br />carroñero<br />sucio de sangre velada<br /><br />medianoche y la esperanza impuesta<br />/y ésta distancia recién parida/<br /><br />noche para el cuerpo carneado<br />y el verso lento<br /><br />dormida perla<br />dolida<br />de anularse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8344008708524594869?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-82299646396645660642007-12-01T16:34:00.000-03:002007-12-01T16:39:53.761-03:00Sabemos<br />que este julio agazapado<br />sigue anudado a la sabana<br /><br />que el agua<br />contenida en la orilla<br />amenaza con lavar los huesos<br /><br />…que arrancarías la hoja del libro…<br /><br />que la frontera no cede<br />y en el burdel de tu memoria<br />retroceden los recuerdos<br /><br />¿será nido mi aroma<br />en el reborde de tu sexo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8229964639664566064?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-51245620510247050012007-11-14T19:09:00.000-03:002007-11-14T19:14:07.260-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RztycriH3gI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IZR8KH3wDAU/s1600-h/ushuaia+tren1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132822037366562306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RztycriH3gI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IZR8KH3wDAU/s320/ushuaia+tren1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>El aliento disecado<br />para su frente descubierta<br />que ejecuta amplia</div><div>mi último deseo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5124562051024705001?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-41542606418099171512007-11-14T18:57:00.000-03:002007-11-14T18:59:31.580-03:00La flor degollada cae<br />su ojo planetario<br />todo polvo<br />/marfil/<br /><br />para quien se deja<br />beber la espalda<br />gira mi sol<br /><br />el himno en las manos<br />de quien contempla<br />se vuelve muda lágrima<br /><br />la flor degollada cae<br />mi animal mitológico<br />traza el reverso celta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-4154260641809917151?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-5963439280291879892007-11-14T18:54:00.000-03:002007-11-14T18:57:08.745-03:00La porcelana<br />lábil manto en su boca<br />empaña la hebra<br />el filamento<br />la raíz ancestral<br />nuestra añeja Italia<br />/su bucólico lamento/<br /><br />el fuego masca lenta madera<br />lento roble<br />sangriento roedor<br />una chispa<br />dos<br />/rojo parpadeo/<br /><br />ella como un bastón<br />rehabilita su esperma<br />lo sana<br />llega a su mejor flor<br />/celosa terrateniente/<br /><br />todo es cosmos<br />todo es mar<br />todo es fuego<br />arena sal.<br /><br />nada es dios.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-596343928029187989?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-89023859496383492972007-09-15T14:49:00.000-03:002007-09-15T14:54:21.744-03:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Otro domingo<br />simulando estar muerta</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en el ropero.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8902385949638349297?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-54694556051748344502007-09-14T13:37:00.000-03:002007-09-14T13:39:54.132-03:00La palabra<br />baila en su boca<br />tropieza<br />muere sobre el mantel<br /><br />su terciopelo negro<br />riega el verbo<br />que ella ofrece<br /><br />...un ojo turco la ama...<br /><br />caja sonora<br />/noche/<br />la rueda anuncia<br />el chillido animal<br />su alemán de posguerra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5469455605174834450?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-5461091196779243172007-08-28T10:12:00.001-03:002007-08-28T10:12:42.853-03:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/pbxUEg_ot8Q' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pbxUEg_ot8Q'/></object></p><p>USHUAIA- TREN DEL FIN DEL MUNDO- JUNIO 2007</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-546109119677924317?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-52152827900136399832007-06-22T11:56:00.000-03:002007-06-22T12:02:27.088-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RnvjnX0VKHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ECqXHCLgDJE/s1600-h/postes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078903270338275442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RnvjnX0VKHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ECqXHCLgDJE/s320/postes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rnvjn30VKII/AAAAAAAAAFU/APwiOpF4V5w/s1600-h/postesb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078903278928210050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rnvjn30VKII/AAAAAAAAAFU/APwiOpF4V5w/s320/postesb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br />La orilla lejos ya<br />de tu hoja turbada<br />rayo<br />sol<br />ancha raíz<br />ancla.</div><div align="justify"><br />Miro<br />la herramienta surca o barre<br />peina tu antigua morada<br />él ya no<br />él llano<br />el llano</div><div align="justify"><br />La tormenta podrá girar sin obstáculo<br />es ahora un manto gris<br />no tu sombra como calco del poniente<br />ni tejido sol<br />histriónica cabellera<br />/seda/</div><div align="justify"><br />El pájaro traza un círculo<br />en vuelo dibuja tu hálito<br />tu verde matriz<br />antes insolente<br />ahora<br />todo es calma.</div><div align="justify"><br />...te sueñan<br />como yo...</div><div align="justify"><br />La ola nocturna<br />el rocío sin tu copa<br />/un suicidio de agua sobre el césped/</div><div align="justify"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5215282790013639983?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-6319333344979756002007-06-06T11:23:00.000-03:002007-06-06T11:41:55.603-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RmbGxn0VKGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ScbFi60FIEk/s1600-h/paloma+parque.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072960586083805282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RmbGxn0VKGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ScbFi60FIEk/s320/paloma+parque.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Su boca gastó poesía<br />monologó nostalgia de otro puerto<br />tensa<br />lujuriosa<br />austral.<br /><br />aquel cielo<br />nos empañó el cuerpo<br />dibujo su otoño<br /><br />en la intemperie dorada<br />...hojas...<br /><br />fue la imagen<br />la que nos perforó<br />su águila<br />su escrutinio<br />su baba pantano.<br /><br />entre los pies desnudos<br />/disimulada enredadera/<br />la clepsidra agotó su grano<br /><br />...pestañear...<br /><br />su mano borrosa<br />ocultó el cristal<br />-inestable perla submarina-<br />plancton inconciente<br />mar.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-631933334497975600?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-53976004750377204602007-05-02T17:32:00.000-03:002007-05-02T17:58:04.938-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj5qf-fGSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yphwX-7gkvs/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru31.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060068689884158242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj5qf-fGSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yphwX-7gkvs/s320/el+sabor+de+peru31.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj4HP-fGOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/i45o7GJD9mY/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru33.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj4Hf-fGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dNoucNckt2c/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru32.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060066989077108978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj4Hf-fGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dNoucNckt2c/s320/el+sabor+de+peru32.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj4Hf-fGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dNoucNckt2c/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru32.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj4Hf-fGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dNoucNckt2c/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru32.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj5TP-fGRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lx4lXTTPliA/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru33.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060068290452199698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj5TP-fGRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lx4lXTTPliA/s320/el+sabor+de+peru33.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj4Hf-fGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dNoucNckt2c/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru32.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj4Hf-fGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dNoucNckt2c/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru32.jpg"></a></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj4Hf-fGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dNoucNckt2c/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru32.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj4Hf-fGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dNoucNckt2c/s1600-h/el+sabor+de+peru32.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5397600475037720460?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-91287993541535075322007-05-02T17:25:00.000-03:002007-05-02T17:32:44.190-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj0gv-fGNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OD2sjId-6RM/s1600-h/hombre+pez1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060063024822294738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rjj0gv-fGNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OD2sjId-6RM/s320/hombre+pez1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">el vestíbulo asesina<br />la vocal<br />la fina voz colgada del mapa<br />la línea punteada<br />/frontera/<br />entornada como labios<br /><br />el pie curtido que sí<br />el pie curtido que no<br /><br />una isla sin pájaro<br />ampliada sobre la pared blanca<br />alquilada en dólares<br /><br />silueta<br />martillo<br /><br />transmuta la estación<br />su terciopelo negro<br />su muda patagonia<br /><br />llaman desde otro puerto<br />no hay voz<br />en la habitación<br />bestias.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-9128799354153507532?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-53281140522055164082007-04-08T16:25:00.000-03:002007-04-08T16:29:03.726-03:00Se te revelaron los apóstoles<br />-tus adoradores-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5328114052205516408?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-50943835012464627142007-03-14T18:37:00.000-03:002007-03-14T18:42:01.271-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rfhr2MHkqrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3KeTH4mAj_I/s1600-h/pasto+y+flor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041898361551366834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/Rfhr2MHkqrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3KeTH4mAj_I/s320/pasto+y+flor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>La noche, su filo<br />la jaula entre mis senos.<br /><br />Tres envases vacíos<br />y este cuerpo se ofrece<br />blanco almíbar.<br /><br />Toda flor a su boca.<br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5094383501246462714?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-87090473526864844492007-03-08T12:47:00.000-03:002007-03-08T12:48:16.534-03:00Todos ellos contra la vidriera<br />babeando hormona<br />cazadores patéticos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-8709047352686484449?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-24250300552215790462007-03-07T10:42:00.000-03:002007-03-14T18:45:30.302-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RfhslcHkqsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0ng6n3GobSo/s1600-h/gigante+semilla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041899173300185794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RfhslcHkqsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0ng6n3GobSo/s320/gigante+semilla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Gira cruel sobre su eje,<br />la bandera se hincha<br />aliento fresco<br />alondra.<br /><br />Diáfano viento<br />nos agita la sangre.<br /><br />El fondo del vaso<br />en que te untás<br />aparece blindado como tu escafandra<br />que no te respira,<br />/coral avaro/<br />misionás por tus ecos de la nada.<br /><br />Silencio.<br /><br />La espera se ahueca,<br />un colchón vencido.<br /><br />Seguís ahí<br />donde te vi hace tiempo<br />donde te dejó la bruma de la mañana<br />sin destapadores ni latas de conserva,<br />si miro desde mi espalda<br />te veo<br />soberbio, delirante,<br />te escondés de la música y del campo.<br /><br />Te espera una siesta<br />que no se deja dormir,<br />me espera la sucesión de días<br />que no tarda en llegar,<br />pero no la quiero,<br />no sin mi bolsa entibiando los dedos.<br /><br />Las plumas parieron pájaros<br />que arden de una fiebre<br />del color de tus uvas añejas.<br /><br />Comienza y termina<br />punto exacto<br />principio y fin,<br />me quedo<br />para cerrar y abrir,<br />espiral<br />trompo<br />mandala...<br /><br />Te miro,<br />con los ojos<br />que no se tocan,<br />/los ojos sin rimel/<br /><br />Comienzo a otoñarme.<br /><br />El arco de mi violín erecto<br />aun desafina.<br /><br />Raro insecto de mi microscopio<br />vos,<br />otro miserable lector de diarios.<br /><br />Corren las palabras<br />por tu renglón filoso<br />y se cortan,<br />como todo lo que recorre un filo,<br />como mi palta<br />sin su semilla<br />/gigante/<br /><br />Te veo fálico<br />prepotente<br />borrando borrando,<br />sin saber que tu meridiano huye.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-2425030055221579046?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-45328061572238942522007-03-02T00:11:00.000-03:002007-03-02T00:18:15.630-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/ReeW2vJmBrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wvkhP-m74gs/s1600-h/luna+tiza+y+carbon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037160575350998706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/ReeW2vJmBrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wvkhP-m74gs/s320/luna+tiza+y+carbon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Vos, hombre lunar<br />hermética escafandra<br />disfraz caduco.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-4532806157223894252?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-38932063059736482722007-02-28T13:57:00.000-03:002007-02-28T13:59:18.149-03:00El bostezo de la flor teñida<br />nace al filo de la ruta<br />no la corta<br />no sangra hoy.<br /><br />Un pueblo al norte<br />ni mío<br />ni tuyo<br />los árboles en siesta<br />-el reposo del día-<br />su hora aletargada.<br /><br />Y nosotros<br />-espectros-<br />asidos por el vértigo de la palabra<br />nombramos lo propio<br />hasta hoy ajeno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-3893206305973648272?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-5681051970262154652007-02-16T13:02:00.001-03:002007-02-16T13:02:43.258-03:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/SpEZhg0w78Y' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SpEZhg0w78Y'></embed></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-568105197026215465?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-17585756773989877012007-02-15T18:35:00.000-03:002007-02-15T19:05:26.857-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RdTY0htaRxI/AAAAAAAAADo/YOrcBT7CgiQ/s1600-h/Altar.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031885080593319698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RdTY0htaRxI/AAAAAAAAADo/YOrcBT7CgiQ/s320/Altar.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Llegó a la fiesta<br />pasada de líquido<br />entregada </div><div>a la buena de Dios.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-1758575677398987701?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-73823666534431746572007-02-15T00:39:00.000-03:002007-02-15T00:45:25.995-03:00Oh hazme una máscara.<br />Oh hazme una máscara y un muro que me oculte de tus espías<br />de esos agudos ojos esmaltados y de las garras ostentosas<br />de la rebeldía y la violación en los viveros de mi rostro,<br />una mordaza de árbol, en silencio golpeado para cubrirme de los desnudos enemigos<br />hazme una lengua de bayoneta en esta oración indefensa,<br />vuelve mi boca flagrante y que sea una trompeta de mentiras soplada dulcemente,<br />dame las facciones de un tonto moldeado en vieja armadura<br />y roblepara escudar el cerebro brillante<br />y confundir a los indagadores,<br />y un dolor viudo manchado de lágrimas caído de las pestañas<br />para velar la belladona y hacer que adviertan los ojos secos que otros traicionan<br />las quejumbrosas mentiras de sus pérdidas con los pliegues<br />de la boca desnuda y la risa solapada.<br />-Dylan Thomas-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-7382366653443174657?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-47926987176996905052007-02-10T13:58:00.000-03:002007-02-22T08:55:10.516-03:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Silencio</strong><br /><br />La que te buscaba<br />/llamaba/<br />estrena muñones </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">para no repetirse.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Placebo</strong><br /><br />El chocolate que me diste<br />no me quitó<br />el dolor del cuerpo.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-4792698717699690505?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-59585466898252529992007-02-05T12:55:00.000-03:002007-02-05T13:08:59.581-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RcdWHygI4zI/AAAAAAAAADU/WMu1Xv8g8Mc/s1600-h/resisto.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028082200798094130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RcdWHygI4zI/AAAAAAAAADU/WMu1Xv8g8Mc/s320/resisto.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...resiste...<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RcdViCgI4yI/AAAAAAAAADM/NWX-yhWSAEw/s1600-h/resisto.JPG"></a></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><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RcdVhygI4xI/AAAAAAAAADE/jFYl_kNGjDw/s1600-h/me+entrego.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028081547963065106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RcdVhygI4xI/AAAAAAAAADE/jFYl_kNGjDw/s320/me+entrego.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>...se entrega...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5958546689825252999?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-51891414482188394992007-02-01T20:55:00.000-03:002007-02-22T08:53:52.965-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RcJ-eSgI4wI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iWzwIrHDMjQ/s1600-h/los+primeros+frios1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026719192926708482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RcJ-eSgI4wI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iWzwIrHDMjQ/s320/los+primeros+frios1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Se dejan entibiar</div><div align="left">lejos del río</div><div align="left">el viento lo ciñe</div><div align="left">muestra su espalda.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">El brazo </div><div align="left">/apenas zurcido al cuerpo/</div><div align="left">abandona el abrazo.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Se dejan entibiar</div><div align="left">lejos del río</div><div align="left">un sol -su sangre-</div><div align="left">indaga la tarde.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5189141448218839499?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-55635911429905279662007-01-27T14:56:00.000-03:002007-01-29T20:01:05.638-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RbuS1AaPciI/AAAAAAAAACs/OK6j7__g9AQ/s1600-h/playa+noche1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024771248602706466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RbuS1AaPciI/AAAAAAAAACs/OK6j7__g9AQ/s320/playa+noche1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"></div><div align="center">La urgencia de tomar el tiempo por los cabellos<br />de fusilarlo en el rincón<br />hundir el dedo en el agua<br />y dibujar en el vapor del día<br />tu figura evocada<br />sencilla<br />niño</div><div align="center">hombre.<br /><br />Pensar en derretir la terca frontera<br />violando el mar helado,<br />/sin temor a que nos roben/<br />el deseo impreso<br />/seda del cuerpo/<br />la tinta roja<br />los labios.<br /><br />Doce velas exiliadas<br />incineran esta boca<br />doce velas trae el viento<br />dos plegarias<br />un rezo.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5563591142990527966?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-32100034157231490172007-01-24T19:51:00.000-03:002007-01-24T20:02:03.801-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RbfkgQaPchI/AAAAAAAAACg/SPs8tBo3qIM/s1600-h/agua+viva+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023735152167055890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RbfkgQaPchI/AAAAAAAAACg/SPs8tBo3qIM/s320/agua+viva+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"La gran bola de gelatina</div><div>fue aplastada en la orilla,</div><div>insultada en forma soez.</div><div>Indefensa y barbuda,</div><div>se dejó masacrar por el miope"</div><div>E. Estrázulas - Pepe Corvina</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-3210003415723149017?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414969.post-56879619595437657352007-01-21T03:26:00.000-03:002007-01-21T03:37:34.099-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RbMIO7HUu_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JgBHImugM-8/s1600-h/el+barco+del+rana1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022367061927836658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RbMIO7HUu_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JgBHImugM-8/s200/el+barco+del+rana1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left">quiero elegir del mapa un lugar sin nombre a donde ir, </div><div align="left">será el lugar donde viva lo que quede por vivir </div><div align="left">(y eso es mucho tiempo!), </div><div align="left">por eso de cada viaje me traigo el equipaje perdido, </div><div align="left">por eso es que he decidido nunca olvidar, nunca olvidar...</div><div align="left"> </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RbMIOrHUu-I/AAAAAAAAACI/OULkdCf7TbI/s1600-h/la+pesca+del+dia1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022367057632869346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4wn8bphq1Bo/RbMIOrHUu-I/AAAAAAAAACI/OULkdCf7TbI/s200/la+pesca+del+dia1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414969-5687961959543765735?l=nocturnohindu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayra Galluccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270029888833186162noreply@blogger.com1