tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361814182024-03-12T20:49:13.262-03:00Los zapatos de cristal partido de la CenicientaFabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-37749512728634939262010-11-24T09:36:00.005-03:002010-11-24T09:54:31.886-03:00Versos madrileños<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Madrid me sugirió muchos sonidos, imágenes, sabores y texturas. Mi mirada ha cambiado desde la experiencia española, y las cositas que escribí allí van saliendo a la luz de los cuadernillos, hojas sueltas, páginas ya consideradas perdidas. A continuación, unos versitos que rinden homenaje a la paella. Son algo ingénuos, casi infantiles, pero tienen la gracia necesaria para este blog. ¡Qué lo disfruten! :p</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">La paella</span></b></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLAD0XK26tyPwI3agtuM-tYkoYVXGGYhAEcwzO_0W0_jtj3shrzAWztHT3LueHU8lWAkMk7CsAw5Cgr_x03kLrZIiujxxQ2N78nbr9HgPa4UiqoGtP57kQ2njolyT-GZ0tIWS/s400/Paella+de+pescado.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543097107667600130" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">¡Qué cruel destino</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ser langostino!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Nacer para hacer</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">aun más bella</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">la rica paella</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mejor destino</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">lo tiene el limón:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">le da a ella</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">la buena sazón.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Imagen sacada de <a href="http://maja-paella.blogspot.com/">aquí</a></span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-67063513782271637742010-10-01T14:22:00.009-03:002010-10-03T09:59:02.803-03:00El cartero ya no me quiere<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuz6FvrfVmCBQRihqeTJ4EvbwjGhvTVctap5cIsW5US7eqM84RCo9Eau_CLEzV9kns_vIhbGsMaK7C3vHFRuM1T6hvOVj1OOjPLlMMXf27zT9T-mOJxI-2pNPivt8ZlyjElfSK/s1600/enevloprd.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuz6FvrfVmCBQRihqeTJ4EvbwjGhvTVctap5cIsW5US7eqM84RCo9Eau_CLEzV9kns_vIhbGsMaK7C3vHFRuM1T6hvOVj1OOjPLlMMXf27zT9T-mOJxI-2pNPivt8ZlyjElfSK/s200/enevloprd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523803500198470930" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sobre la mesa, </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">en la entrada,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">sobres, sobres </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">y más sobres</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">De muchos colores</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">de muchos tamaños</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Cuentas, cuentas</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">cuentas que pagar</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ni una carta </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- ni una sola carta -</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">hablando de amor </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ni un poema.</span></span></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-16108002073215354852010-02-03T15:56:00.008-03:002010-10-03T10:04:28.986-03:00Apariencia x esencia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRp4ekxDTCM625U5RGYaOaMhUFUDXD-EJ-RSOW-5ypdB9qcM8XKRAm-0F_nbV6FHiOmII4WvrpdaAPremznhGEatp_5yrWL2RL8bOwm0CLn4Ym5aSCf7rcH4OZCXuoAgZganXv/s1600/1242729702561_101.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRp4ekxDTCM625U5RGYaOaMhUFUDXD-EJ-RSOW-5ypdB9qcM8XKRAm-0F_nbV6FHiOmII4WvrpdaAPremznhGEatp_5yrWL2RL8bOwm0CLn4Ym5aSCf7rcH4OZCXuoAgZganXv/s200/1242729702561_101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523803806038174642" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgHqkLOc-k5vriVZLVg3Tp7KUMgAb73HHA_SGSoEc8kZSr_kKaaPz_9SWf06mkd54yGBXYB625_0EJrOaSnrqZjcxh0Ut1goBfCjATPpsI8JwqQWK8nP1825AjlICnOynpPcy/s1600-h/1242729702561_101.jpg"><br /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">La liposucción</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">la ha creado</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">la compresión del tiempo.</span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foto sacada de </span><a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/fwa/imagens/1242729702561_101.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">aquí</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div></span></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-35239811870795913412008-08-19T01:17:00.004-03:002008-08-19T01:28:38.437-03:00Dudas sobre la traducción de los sentimientos<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBVcySU1i73QugG-Z_Ciu_SSiqTY8wgBzS1573QsfImD3OCxOSx3KGIpptIOZ53pzWfIOgqbfXss51NBfbtNlyIB3xcSaWA5cCt3K4jr3yWcpdprw2Z2LJE3F27ncYIBeq6z4/s1600-h/Green.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBVcySU1i73QugG-Z_Ciu_SSiqTY8wgBzS1573QsfImD3OCxOSx3KGIpptIOZ53pzWfIOgqbfXss51NBfbtNlyIB3xcSaWA5cCt3K4jr3yWcpdprw2Z2LJE3F27ncYIBeq6z4/s320/Green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236079757138205042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Imagen sacada de <a href="http://www.ecaboverde.com/data/media/104/Green.jpg">aquí</a></span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Aunque yo me dedique<br />a estudiar por<br />toda la vida<br />tu lengua<br />no tendré la<br />seguridad absoluta<br />como un muro<br />por donde<br />no atravesara el viento<br />o como el agua transparente<br />de tu Caribe<br />de que </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >te quiero</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br />signifique lo mismo<br />que </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >eu te amo</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-78265068882184799902008-08-19T00:46:00.011-03:002008-08-19T01:11:29.603-03:00En los trópicos<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HKv8DNyA3KO-PlZBsLmIpm7t-EgfR-LE576D5Oz0je_iKpvkOOGv03sWGkhmFTakC7nSVX5xO1DAG8K5jcEd03nG6z0k422qIcnbrDryXyNK7m-1GsfCq1WbY-xgZKZA1gfx/s1600-h/volcano.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HKv8DNyA3KO-PlZBsLmIpm7t-EgfR-LE576D5Oz0je_iKpvkOOGv03sWGkhmFTakC7nSVX5xO1DAG8K5jcEd03nG6z0k422qIcnbrDryXyNK7m-1GsfCq1WbY-xgZKZA1gfx/s320/volcano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236074451057352066" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >Imagen sacada de <a href="http://www.darwinfoundation.org/files/library/images/volcano.jpg">aquí.</a></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTjPCydKJIOW9tSH9DTImogh4CC2G5Pl9dW8crF75oQdaj97nFnkXAx99VPPpZDD1tuNyjIDkfv-zusNq6I4Fh5kQemiPxgEpsVlAXOelJhnfii-UFJwCFF8t36ofvOs7cJnK/s1600-h/fotos-paisajes-volcanes.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aquí,</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">de pronto, sismos:</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sobre tu piel, mi deseo.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sobre mi piel, tu boca.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Unos pezones contra tus labios</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y en mis caderas, unas manos bailando danzón...</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">_¿Acaso no sería samba?!... - me preguntan.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pues te digo:<br />aquí tampoco habría que sentir esta lava</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >entre mis dedos. </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-55155052846738630762008-08-17T11:50:00.017-03:002010-04-18T17:42:31.315-03:00Dudas sobre el sonido<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCrJ9FhAZJc6jgb99-6o7guXlxIi2Bf7s_LamvTcfKMXma8b-1vYQXtXg96Aji8hjPvCj39JZZCvMk6BuBAo70cPueuTWjZKUkHliwn8BFXdxBSVM6tjIuP-PsDDPn29hfm2v/s1600-h/anjo_em_queda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235916077938173762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCrJ9FhAZJc6jgb99-6o7guXlxIi2Bf7s_LamvTcfKMXma8b-1vYQXtXg96Aji8hjPvCj39JZZCvMk6BuBAo70cPueuTWjZKUkHliwn8BFXdxBSVM6tjIuP-PsDDPn29hfm2v/s200/anjo_em_queda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">¿Cómo se oirá<br />el<br />grito<br />de<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">aquellos<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">que<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">se<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">avientan<br />al<br />abismo?</span><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Imagen sacada de <a href="http://niilismo.net/galeria/">aquí</a>.</span></span> </div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-62022884523147515612007-10-06T13:26:00.005-03:002008-12-13T00:41:02.647-03:00Dudas gramaticales<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLSzlQoXGSbEPDLP0RYDFivE0Z8qR03_oMZlOQA2b6ERa7cw85GA71fChGoz4NFxNhITyMKkEmKOdiXZWQ1ndLwCsVt0eWJmMHmNKLc9WdSKIeiGF9WxB9o3tWMolWhnC404I/s1600-h/Gramatica%2520espanola%2520tercer%2520libro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118262104897554242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLSzlQoXGSbEPDLP0RYDFivE0Z8qR03_oMZlOQA2b6ERa7cw85GA71fChGoz4NFxNhITyMKkEmKOdiXZWQ1ndLwCsVt0eWJmMHmNKLc9WdSKIeiGF9WxB9o3tWMolWhnC404I/s400/Gramatica%2520espanola%2520tercer%2520libro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">El sitio </span><a href="http://www.spanishcourses.info/"><span style="font-size:130%;">http://www.spanishcourses.info/</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> sentencia:</span></div><br /><div style="font-style: italic;" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>querer es un verbo completamente IRREGULAR</strong>.</span></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-56080447533085125272007-08-17T15:56:00.001-03:002008-12-13T00:41:02.775-03:00Los volcanes y la pasión<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3o9PxhJwwufgY6j7klK3EEIslDIzqBSXtjAIs0y4zWn3koEpaWOVXVmuegJsz0FTa4aQo1cRwhsQ-BdNfgfDlmyOEoKsYWECnZo58W0wIu3WpSCIs_RrJIW4A4aZFvWLJQ7r/s1600-h/fotoportada_web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099747896476833634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3o9PxhJwwufgY6j7klK3EEIslDIzqBSXtjAIs0y4zWn3koEpaWOVXVmuegJsz0FTa4aQo1cRwhsQ-BdNfgfDlmyOEoKsYWECnZo58W0wIu3WpSCIs_RrJIW4A4aZFvWLJQ7r/s400/fotoportada_web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBLYDThpShQpMN2gbbWWoJJ4CtBvL6EfojN1o3f2d6vq-cSIX7TtgWEHngVvuixybRNaxt3e5nTkQAJLAG1YE0WNfFJKrGRKhjT5Qr8k5UF5_HnUZxvGRhDaX8QagkMpnoiPY/s1600-h/fotoportada_web.jpg"></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">En el suelo volcánico</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">los amores son más contenidos. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nada de sismos </span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">ni tampoco damnificados.</span></div></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-79110520667490198342007-08-08T22:24:00.002-03:002010-04-18T17:43:25.060-03:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">En algún museo del mundo...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096507019356725154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApMxqqLh0T5tElouC3SaJFPkA0BDpHpVip0jUxuuMMrYae1IBbrtfBvYMvAALVTwIb7WoGkWJ393x8F1MlL5PxD3xU9N8CnreaG6ofzo3aA53gP_rDzukzu2WcCH7ZFQGsKfv/s400/gorditos.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto sacada de <a href="http://ivan.research.ucf.edu/Mariela/gorditos_files/image060.jpg">aquí</a>.</span><br /><br /></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">El señor algo mayor, empleado encargado de la sala de las esculturas, le dice desesperado al grupo de chavitos muy rubios, de cara muy rosada:</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;">_ ¡No flash! ¡No touch!</span></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1171278401167930542007-02-12T08:03:00.001-03:002008-08-18T14:59:28.098-03:00Alimentos - parte I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5597/4038/1600/957083/naranja.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 139px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5597/4038/400/844982/naranja.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">La sed</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Dame la otra mitad</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> de la naranja.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Tengo mucha sed y hambre.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></div></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1166363944338652822006-12-17T10:54:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:00:05.553-03:00Economía doméstica 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5597/4038/1600/912087/casabagun??ada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5597/4038/400/144102/casabagun%3F%3Fada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />Los jabones me confunden,<br />el polvo renace cada mañana,<br />¿dónde diablos se habrá metido<br />el cucharón de salsa?<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">Soy un desastre como ama de casa.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Pero seré madre amorosa y<br />excelente amante.</span> </div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1166363664054769822006-12-17T10:51:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:00:42.044-03:00Economía doméstica 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5597/4038/1600/139754/cucaracha.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5597/4038/400/59460/cucaracha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Peor que la cucaracha<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;">es su dieta. </span><br /></div></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1164712264007469002006-11-28T08:04:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:01:14.630-03:00Poema XX<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/malasuerte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/malasuerte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Mala suerte</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /> Era mi tocaya<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> la guapa.<br /> Llevaba pelo negro y largo<br /> Y queríamos<br /> - de modo distinto -<br /> al mismo hombre.<br /><br /> Pero ella lo encontró antes que yo.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1162405656606181752006-11-01T15:02:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:03:27.524-03:00Poema XIX<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/pa%3F%3Fuelo.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/pa%3F%3Fuelo.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">El pañuelo</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">El cómplice y</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">fiel compañero</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">de como</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">me desahogo y</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">me deshago. </span><br /></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1162303945289302062006-10-31T11:10:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:04:01.786-03:00Poema XVIII<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/vestido.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/vestido.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">El vestido</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lo llevaba, cariño,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">para que lo quitaras</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">mirándome en los ojos</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">y con las manos adueñadas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">de mi cuerpo rendido. </span></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1162254746351459632006-10-30T21:20:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:04:37.055-03:00Poema XVII<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/traje.4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/traje.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ropa de caballero</span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Debajo del traje negro</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">y de todas las corbatas</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">late un corazón</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">que yo quería</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">que fuera mío. </span></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1161213824647046302006-10-18T20:18:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:05:04.548-03:00Poema XVI<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/boceto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/boceto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Boceto</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Hasta que sea<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> insisto en soñar. </span><br /></div>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1161113217994918972006-10-17T16:23:00.002-03:002010-04-18T17:42:03.955-03:00Poema XV<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/cometa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/cometa.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Sacada de </span><a href="http://www.uned.es/pea-nutricion-y-dietetica-I/guia/infancia/images/cometa.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">aquí</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">La esperanza<br /><br /><br /></span>Ella<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span>agoniza en su camita<br />se deshace en lágrimas<br />escribe su testamento<br />arregla su funeral<br />pero no muere,<br />mi amor,<br />no muere.</span>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1161112698344254702006-10-17T16:14:00.003-03:002010-04-18T17:44:21.072-03:00Poema XIV<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/janela.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/janela.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Dalí.<br /></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="PT-BR">Cortinas</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><b><span lang="PT-BR"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;">Con las cortinas<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;">Lavadas<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;">Olorosas<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;">Planchadas<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Miro la luz que </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Invade mi soledad.</span></p>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1161112379135183312006-10-17T16:09:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:07:24.578-03:00Poema XIII<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/cd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/cd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Cyber olvido</span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p>Tus recuerdos <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="PT-BR">guardados<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">en 166 MB</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">en un <i style="">compact disc</i>.</span></p>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1161112095244700602006-10-17T15:55:00.002-03:002010-04-18T17:45:07.041-03:00Poema XII<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/oarco_04.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/oarco_04.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Cena de <a href="http://www.guiadasemana.com.br/fotos.asp?ID=11&cd_film=1329&IMG=oarco_04&nm=5"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">O arco </span></a></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br /></span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"></span></span> </div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span lang="PT-BR">Desahogo<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Lloro</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">en el cine</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">pensando que la historia</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">de la niña es más triste</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">que la mía.</span></p>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1161111132504860952006-10-17T15:47:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:08:49.231-03:00Poema XI<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/130614.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/130614.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Uñas<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span><br />Para herirte</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">- cuando olvidas las fechas</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=""> </span>cuando no me llamas</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=""> </span>cuando no insistes con el “te quiero”<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"> [hasta que me entregue entera –</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">las dejaría larguísimas</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">como garras.</span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1161110801278871212006-10-17T15:40:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:09:45.319-03:00Poema X<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/susurro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/susurro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">In: http://static.flickr.com/27/46526490_83e12bea4f_m.jpg</span><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Tu voz<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p><br />Érase una vez<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">mi oído</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">y un terciopelo</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">que lo calentaba </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">hasta las cuatro</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">de la madrugada.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1161110370310845392006-10-17T15:29:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:10:40.367-03:00Poema IX<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/secretos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/secretos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">In: http://www.amandaenredada.com/images/588.jpg<br /><br /><br /></span> </div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Baño<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Los secretos compartidos</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">en el </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >wáter</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> femenino</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">dejarían mudo</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">al doctor Sigmund.</span></p>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36181418.post-1161109708637422452006-10-17T15:26:00.001-03:002008-08-18T15:11:26.752-03:00Poema VIII<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/1600/18_brueghel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5597/4038/400/18_brueghel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Pieter Brueghel<br /><br /></span> </div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="" lang="PT-BR">Cocina<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span><br />Te cuezo con aceite</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Y te como con las manos</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Te digiero lentamente</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Como si fueras pura grasa.</span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>Fabiana Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659051565957742122noreply@blogger.com0