tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27956291645738662222012-02-16T11:22:39.693-08:00A quienes provocan sensaciones etereas,sortilegios misticos, inmaculados momentos, razonamientos instintivos.luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-47321481323012980392012-02-10T21:38:00.000-08:002012-02-10T21:38:58.088-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>lubricada&nbsp;</i></b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>comprensión</i></b></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IkBdEr0ifys/TzX9hukwL0I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Ql1YA5nT6cw/s1600/F1140023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IkBdEr0ifys/TzX9hukwL0I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Ql1YA5nT6cw/s200/F1140023.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>misteriosa necesidad compleja</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>verbo que&nbsp;</i></b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>incita</i></b></span></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>en la levedad que nos pesa</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>...de consumir y consumirse</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>en un cuerpo&nbsp;</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>que se vuelve uno.</i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>en lo inhabitado de tus ojos</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>veo&nbsp;únicamente</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>la timidez senil de mis ojos</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uy03xn_ioBg/TzX95fFPW0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Js7myq9jkoM/s1600/F1140009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uy03xn_ioBg/TzX95fFPW0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Js7myq9jkoM/s400/F1140009.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>iluminando prohibiciones</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>provocando magnificencias</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>en un tiempo dilatado</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>de fricciones acentuadas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>transgrediendo las fronteras&nbsp;</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>de tu piel...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>guardando tu aroma</i></b></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>en mis manos.</i></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4732148132301298039?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-40615889108138847822012-02-09T23:02:00.000-08:002012-02-09T23:02:58.033-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>ahora que estoy mas viejo</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>me doy cuenta</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>que todo empieza y termina</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>en el justo lugar</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>impreciso</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>...de un tiempo exacto</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>Ya no&nbsp;leo&nbsp;con mis ojos</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>en esta soledad&nbsp;</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7KSpLyaWXA/TzS_HkqwxRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HFLqu7YOMKI/s1600/solo+es+daltonismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7KSpLyaWXA/TzS_HkqwxRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HFLqu7YOMKI/s400/solo+es+daltonismo.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>tan concurrida.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>Vuela hacia mi</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>ahora que estoy</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>sin libros</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>sin alas</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>sin mi.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>Pues urgentemente</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>necesito un abrazo</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><i>...ajeno a mi.</i></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4061588910813884782?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-65449196865312287402012-01-18T09:41:00.000-08:002012-01-18T09:41:42.205-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DElLwXFRdA/TxcCtOlCSjI/AAAAAAAAASw/cCAsZEoOOPY/s1600/Foto+++8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3DElLwXFRdA/TxcCtOlCSjI/AAAAAAAAASw/cCAsZEoOOPY/s200/Foto+++8.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voUefjSlJBQ/TxcCyL4q1dI/AAAAAAAAATA/QI6X2qmNJ0Y/s1600/Foto+++10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="126" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-voUefjSlJBQ/TxcCyL4q1dI/AAAAAAAAATA/QI6X2qmNJ0Y/s200/Foto+++10.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">el ojo humano puede engañarse, si la fantasía puede ser expresada y desviada hasta confundir, si la fe ciega puede dar vida a las sombras.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-6544919686531228740?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-72024511051818889652012-01-18T07:54:00.000-08:002012-01-18T07:54:03.516-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qpYpbvNRK4/TxbqOBbQmsI/AAAAAAAAASg/1lhBPfRiFa4/s1600/Foto+++10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="126" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7qpYpbvNRK4/TxbqOBbQmsI/AAAAAAAAASg/1lhBPfRiFa4/s200/Foto+++10.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mujer...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial;">no pretendo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial;">pagar tu compañía</span></em></strong><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial;">para minimizarte.</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial;">Este dinero</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial;">busca tan solo</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Arial;">engañar mi soledad...</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sv_R7TZS-W4/TxbqUCq5KqI/AAAAAAAAASo/4xJd71DfMx8/s1600/Foto+++9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sv_R7TZS-W4/TxbqUCq5KqI/AAAAAAAAASo/4xJd71DfMx8/s320/Foto+++9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">En la cultura del mexicano el cuerpo tiene una connotación de delito o de suciedad. "Se hace escandalo porque lo único que tiene valor es la razón; todo lo que se refiere al cuerpo y a las emociones es despreciado</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-7202451105181888965?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1México30.675715616496127 -111.8847660000000121.58360811649613 -127.72127050000002 39.767823116496125 -96.04826150000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-47688399826816229032011-12-16T22:34:00.000-08:002011-12-16T22:37:31.735-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>...Ven</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>ven&nbsp;sácame&nbsp;de mi</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>átame</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>rescatame</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>de este territorio en guerra</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>...que soy yo</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>llévame&nbsp;contigo</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>dame esa calma que tienen tus letras</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>abrázame&nbsp;el&nbsp;corazón</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>con tus latidos...</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HKkHoGt1o7k/Tuw3HPjpnQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S8gxhWKitKM/s1600/Foto+++12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="407" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HKkHoGt1o7k/Tuw3HPjpnQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/S8gxhWKitKM/s640/Foto+++12.jpg" width="640" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4768839982681622903?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Sonora, México29.2972247 -110.3308814000000126.1984922 -113.64529340000001 32.3959572 -107.0164694tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-2110917017459902482011-12-12T21:35:00.000-08:002011-12-13T20:15:10.066-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Oscura es la luz</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0vdzjb8c4c/TubjJjX69rI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iC1pH1Oo5kg/s1600/Foto+++5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0vdzjb8c4c/TubjJjX69rI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iC1pH1Oo5kg/s200/Foto+++5.jpg" width="185" /></a></div><br /><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7nznMt1MpY/TubjPrwK1mI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kUwUPpV3KVo/s1600/Foto+++5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7nznMt1MpY/TubjPrwK1mI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kUwUPpV3KVo/s320/Foto+++5.jpg" width="296" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>...si tu amor, no la enciende</i></b></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-211091701745990248?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Sonora, México29.33554190446834 -110.9461157750000726.23680940446834 -114.26052777500007 32.43427440446834 -107.63170377500006tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-57707074267151929962011-12-12T20:21:00.000-08:002011-12-12T20:21:49.650-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Estamos en el sitio justo</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>donde el pecado y el placer</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>forman el suceso</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>linea transgresora e instintiva</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>desprende el tiempo&nbsp;cómplice</i></b></span></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>que cubre y&nbsp;rasga&nbsp;nuestra piel</i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Ahora comprendo nuestra semejanza</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro3tAmAIao0/TubR3vbrEbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fpf0hq7EqF4/s1600/F1150006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro3tAmAIao0/TubR3vbrEbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fpf0hq7EqF4/s200/F1150006.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>...el espacio que deja tu mirada</i></b></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>es el mismo de esta ausencia recorrida</i></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-5770707426715192996?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Sonora, México29.41213311485806 -110.9900610875000726.31340061485806 -114.30447308750007 32.51086561485806 -107.67564908750006tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-22330308559388279392011-12-09T22:58:00.000-08:002011-12-09T22:58:07.726-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">...belleza que se manifiesta</span></span></b></i><br /><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">cuando forma y contenido&nbsp;</span></span></b></i><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TMuUndGKVM/TuMCQAmThFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xFod8LL0AvM/s1600/abdomenmedalla.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TMuUndGKVM/TuMCQAmThFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xFod8LL0AvM/s200/abdomenmedalla.JPG" width="200" /></a><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">se unifican</span></span></b></i><br /><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">corporal mente expresado</span></span></b></i><br /><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">sincera libertad respetada</span></span></b></i><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTiO44gnVvU/TuMCgFT8m1I/AAAAAAAAALY/yYQY7DGNWiA/s1600/abdomen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JTiO44gnVvU/TuMCgFT8m1I/AAAAAAAAALY/yYQY7DGNWiA/s320/abdomen.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">quizás por eso</span></span></b></i><br /><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">antes que modificar el cuerpo</span></span></b></i><br /><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">aprendamos</span></span></b></i><br /><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">amarnos a si mismos</span></span></b></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-2233030855938827939?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-57388898951801161212011-12-05T18:56:00.000-08:002011-12-05T18:56:53.255-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">Recién te conozco</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">y me provocas sueños</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">apenas te he visto</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">y no te olvido</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">breves momentos</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">melodías en mis pensamientos</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">discreta demuestras tu figura:</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">seductoras formas</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...y guardas ingenua tus ansias</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">a recatados principios.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Recién te conozco</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">...acaso me has visto?</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">y pienso</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NzizNy2D44o/Tt2DMXslitI/AAAAAAAAAKw/loBL-zsu7mo/s1600/F1140022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NzizNy2D44o/Tt2DMXslitI/AAAAAAAAAKw/loBL-zsu7mo/s320/F1140022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzXmfB58Fz8/Tt2D1AKorfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GZ8bwZAQn9s/s1600/Mirando+cielo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzXmfB58Fz8/Tt2D1AKorfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GZ8bwZAQn9s/s320/Mirando+cielo.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">en un insistente SI...en tú mirada.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-5738889895180116121?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-58872702836104464572011-11-19T00:33:00.000-08:002011-11-19T00:33:03.179-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="right"><span style="font-size: large;">Aquí aun...todavía</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtgGQ6oClR4/TsdoRixB6_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/uc9Wp-oKbuw/s1600/luzdevino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtgGQ6oClR4/TsdoRixB6_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/uc9Wp-oKbuw/s320/luzdevino.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9lqT3xMLEE/Tsdo3EdRK5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1-ejPjNnQLM/s1600/Gaby+no+esta.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9lqT3xMLEE/Tsdo3EdRK5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1-ejPjNnQLM/s200/Gaby+no+esta.png" width="200" /></a></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size: large;">suspendiendo la respiración</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size: large;">encontrando huellas y cicatrices</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size: large;">de tu paso</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size: large;">...por mi cuerpo</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-5887270283610446457?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0México29.611670329828105 -112.0605472500000120.447038829828102 -128.09234725000002 38.77630182982811 -96.02874725000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-13596692688952634072011-11-02T00:19:00.000-07:002011-11-02T00:19:46.068-07:00<a href="http://alfonsonogales.blogspot.com/2011/11/dialogos-para-mirar.html#links">luisgavotto: Dialogos para mirar.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-1359669268895263407?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-53043016991132925442011-10-31T11:18:00.000-07:002011-10-31T11:20:52.768-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmKHaCHsuec/Tq7l8OZil5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/k4PJsjiztN0/s1600/CLAROSCURO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="127" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmKHaCHsuec/Tq7l8OZil5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/k4PJsjiztN0/s200/CLAROSCURO.jpg" width="200" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">Déjeme</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">que cubra tus razones de mi instinto</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">mientras acaricio tu piel</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">que no te importe&nbsp; que</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">no sea el hombre perfecto</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">que quizás</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">la poesía ya no es virgen </span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">y sus textos</span></em></strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9MKIVVE1bg/Tq7l_WexR-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4nmY6VaHMCM/s1600/CLAROSCURO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y9MKIVVE1bg/Tq7l_WexR-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/4nmY6VaHMCM/s320/CLAROSCURO.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">te sientan bien.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-5304301699113292544?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0Hermosillo, SON, México29.0891857 -110.9613299000000129.002587700000003 -111.0553129 29.1757837 -110.86734690000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-3155034056229697232011-07-26T01:15:00.000-07:002011-07-26T01:15:26.651-07:00<a href="http://alfonsonogales.blogspot.com/2011/07/retorno-al-inicio.html#links">luisgavotto: Retorno al inicio.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-315503405622969723?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-70107898342507362172011-07-26T00:42:00.000-07:002011-07-26T00:42:25.376-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">juguemos con la lunática noche</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">a dibujar mi voz en tú boca</span></em></strong><br /><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151"><strong><em><span closure_uid_5d9euf="150" style="font-family: Georgia;">&nbsp;a danzar con música abnegada.</span></em></strong></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqWbGaBFuFs/Ti5vT_bWmUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IkzGUBZcslU/s1600/sentir...te...me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqWbGaBFuFs/Ti5vT_bWmUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IkzGUBZcslU/s200/sentir...te...me.jpg" t$="true" width="200" /></a></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">ponme vino en los labios... con los tuyos</span></em></strong></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">La copa no me importa</span></em></strong></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">que sea del color de tú piel</span></em></strong></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">ni del tibio cristal de tus muslos...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHdmtBWl9P0/Ti5vaa6sB4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/dd3vQtKcZbk/s1600/sentir...te...me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qHdmtBWl9P0/Ti5vaa6sB4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/dd3vQtKcZbk/s320/sentir...te...me.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_5d9euf="151"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">desnudos.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-7010789834250736217?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-27089328110830841902011-07-16T13:12:00.000-07:002011-07-16T13:12:48.290-07:00<a href="http://alfonsonogales.blogspot.com/2011/07/cuando-duele-la-memoria.html#links">luisgavotto: Cuando duele la memoria</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-2708932811083084190?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-44974808148497752682011-07-14T23:52:00.000-07:002011-07-14T23:52:26.448-07:00<div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Cansado por la paciencia</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">intranquilo expiro</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">inconsciente de mi levedad</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2G_4Wv7az0/Th_htCVthPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8ZHK828djiE/s1600/rosa+cruz1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2G_4Wv7az0/Th_htCVthPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8ZHK828djiE/s200/rosa+cruz1.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">te invito a huir</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">de esta opresora realidad</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">recordando nuestra irreverente</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">irresponsabilidad... improvisada</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">y necesitada</span></em></strong></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">entreguèmonos</span></em></strong></div><div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">a esa acción que impida</span></em></strong></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnxtIrSei-g/Th_iJrxkBGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vPHfs_rRJEo/s1600/labioscabello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="182" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnxtIrSei-g/Th_iJrxkBGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vPHfs_rRJEo/s200/labioscabello.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div align="right"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">añorar el si hubiera.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4497480814849775268?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-12150163998960369192011-05-21T01:02:00.000-07:002011-05-21T01:06:18.827-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bA0BrURKLuk/Tddw3Y7RXeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eHbh57o6vlQ/s1600/soltorresepia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bA0BrURKLuk/Tddw3Y7RXeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eHbh57o6vlQ/s200/soltorresepia.JPG" width="200" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;">El lenguaje de los ojos</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">de las manos</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">de mi cuerpo entero</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">me comunico contigo</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">a través de...</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">lo que tiene que ver</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">con el silencio</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">y desde luego también con el goce</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; identifiquemonos</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; viajemos</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">a la necesidad de lo real</span></em></strong></div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMjkGVi32_I/TddxEqHaBAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/D3C2a_1icRs/s1600/lunaventanasepia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMjkGVi32_I/TddxEqHaBAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/D3C2a_1icRs/s320/lunaventanasepia.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">y a nuestra complicidad.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-1215016399896036919?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-84050585093824634972011-05-20T23:51:00.000-07:002011-05-20T23:51:28.966-07:00<a href="http://luis-gavotto.blogspot.com/2011/05/he-bajado.html">LUIS GAVOTTO: He bajado</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-8405058509382463497?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-79571866509449598192011-05-20T23:46:00.000-07:002011-05-20T23:56:41.582-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP3ra9y8Uec/Tdde7hyUouI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cyKFJOb5McI/s1600/deadly_kiss____by_Lesta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP3ra9y8Uec/Tdde7hyUouI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cyKFJOb5McI/s1600/deadly_kiss____by_Lesta.jpg" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He bajado</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">por tu cuerpo</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">el mas excitante</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">descenso</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">he llegado al lugar de mis delicias</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">ese lugar calumniado</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; avergonzado</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; inventado</span></em></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div dir="rtl" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;">por el lenguaje</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKTkVLNqxX0/TddeudzbvAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OykWK2mgtCw/s1600/Foto+++12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKTkVLNqxX0/TddeudzbvAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OykWK2mgtCw/s1600/Foto+++12.jpg" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-7957186650944959819?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-56992742990403420112011-04-20T00:23:00.000-07:002011-04-20T00:23:26.641-07:00<a href="http://alfonsonogales.blogspot.com/2011/04/apodictico.html">luisgavotto: Apodictico</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-5699274299040342011?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-13068013255936806302011-04-19T23:56:00.000-07:002011-04-20T00:03:30.157-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><em>...y aunque no reencarnemos&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </em></span></strong><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">seguiremos viviendo,</span></em></strong> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXDnT8lr134/Ta6ChsbFWRI/AAAAAAAAAII/zjw2dRQU8Jc/s1600/RAZONES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXDnT8lr134/Ta6ChsbFWRI/AAAAAAAAAII/zjw2dRQU8Jc/s320/RAZONES.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">,cercanos y tan cerca,</span></em></strong></div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">.lejanos y tan lejos .</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfFCPgGjx40/Ta6DTjJzvoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Yj41dXmIMY0/s1600/soltorresepia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GfFCPgGjx40/Ta6DTjJzvoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Yj41dXmIMY0/s320/soltorresepia.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-1306801325593680630?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-48351444607014939112011-04-12T16:28:00.000-07:002011-04-12T16:28:47.841-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>He bajado</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>por tu cuerpo</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>el más excitante</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>de</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; scen</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; so</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>he llegado al lugar de mis delicias</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>ese lugar calumniado</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;avergonzado</i></b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; inventado</i></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEcf1B9hTpM/TaTfc8PZTYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tcCdReV1BEY/s1600/cercana+lejania.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEcf1B9hTpM/TaTfc8PZTYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tcCdReV1BEY/s1600/cercana+lejania.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUFjwpY38lQ/TaTfmMG1wDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S_kB63xcG_c/s1600/razones+del+instinto.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUFjwpY38lQ/TaTfmMG1wDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S_kB63xcG_c/s1600/razones+del+instinto.jpeg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>por el lenguaje.</i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4835144460701493911?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-21124462824431039532011-04-06T06:24:00.000-07:002011-04-06T06:24:39.343-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">las<strong><em> 18:43 minutos poseía el color sepia y turbio de las personas difuntas, el amarillo melancólico de la plata/gelatina de las fotografías antiguas, el sucio oscuro del ataúd que me recibe.</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">...tus manos aun, delgadas, frías...convexas casi violáceas por las cuales entre tus inquietas e insinuantes venas, corre un secreto abnegado. Tú cuerpo con múltiples gestos frenéticos similar a un solo de guitarra inmovilizados en medio de un concierto vació en vivo.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">&nbsp;Justo ahora que continuas empañando con&nbsp;tú des coordinada y degradada respiración el crucifijo de cristal.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">...y yo aquí esperándote</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZacNaQQHyM/TZxoNq-kxeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KT8GZ8HLIxk/s1600/Foto+++12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZacNaQQHyM/TZxoNq-kxeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KT8GZ8HLIxk/s320/Foto+++12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kU8a5xfPp-w/TZxoWQwr2FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RjZWO9EPvxo/s1600/Foto+++15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="127" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kU8a5xfPp-w/TZxoWQwr2FI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RjZWO9EPvxo/s200/Foto+++15.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">aquí existiendo</span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">por la dignidad </span><br /><span style="color: #cc0000;">de lo indigno.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;">casi trasparente de anemia.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-2112446282443103953?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-36120293519779345912011-03-03T00:56:00.000-08:002011-03-03T01:10:06.104-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><strong><em><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">que complejo</span></em></strong><br /><span style="color: red;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">no ser duda ni pregunta&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: red;"><img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lSlxWFn39yk/TW9VlZekK9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/uCfLVXPOBwI/s320/S1.JPG" width="320" /></span><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NNjEGtR2EDk/TW9V4wc_vSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z2DD3eH78NI/s1600/100_3174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: red;"><img border="0" height="213" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NNjEGtR2EDk/TW9V4wc_vSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z2DD3eH78NI/s320/100_3174.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Courier New;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">simplemente ser lo cierto</span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span></em></strong></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-3612029351977934591?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-21396580711869529382011-01-12T22:44:00.000-08:002011-01-12T23:18:05.975-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TS6mDwY7xcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iwFE1xPoSAY/s1600/Los%2Bescalones.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561565173308442050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TS6mDwY7xcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iwFE1xPoSAY/s320/Los%2Bescalones.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div align="right">pudiera cambiar</div><br /><br /><div align="right">esa mirada</div><br /><br /><div align="right">tu inocente y perversas coqueterías</div><br /><br /><div align="right">tus caderas firmes</div><br /><br /><div align="right">el calor de tus mejillas</div><br /><br /><div align="right">el frió de tu espalda</div><br /><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><br /><div align="right">por solo oírte decir</div><br /><br /><div align="right">"me gustas"</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TS6jrqTS-KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yPKIFglGpog/s1600/00740006.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561562560334067874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TS6jrqTS-KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yPKIFglGpog/s200/00740006.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">pero ahora que estoy mas anciano</div><br /><div align="right">quisiera entrar a tu oído</div><br /><div align="right">y que tu memoria</div><br /><div align="right">...me nombre.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-2139658071186952938?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-77927848167737219252010-11-27T08:16:00.000-08:002010-11-27T08:42:26.424-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPE0JjMaqxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2Y3U2oy7V2Q/s1600/dialogo....JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPE0JjMaqxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2Y3U2oy7V2Q/s320/dialogo....JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544269954940578578" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPEwnway0qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/p6HeGbqRA-c/s1600/a%25C3%25B1oranza.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPEwnway0qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/p6HeGbqRA-c/s200/a%25C3%25B1oranza.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544266075840107170" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-7792784816773721925?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-19540638472699589672010-11-27T07:16:00.000-08:002010-11-27T09:26:07.642-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPE959KeaLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rselxN24pYo/s1600/en%2Bmarco.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPE959KeaLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rselxN24pYo/s200/en%2Bmarco.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544280682150127794" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPE7aCUJbgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sSD4H7UeDrE/s1600/silueta.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TPE7aCUJbgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sSD4H7UeDrE/s200/silueta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544277934753803778" /></a><br />Pienso<br />en la ignorancia implacable<br />en la soberbia absurda<br />en los proyectos arañados<br />acordándome que lo único real<br />era... ella<br /><br />una piel cálida<br />un cuerpo de fantasmas<br />unas manos expertas<br />unos oídos que escuchan<br />alguien que se manifiesta... inteligentemente<br />y unos labios silenciosos.<br /><br />Y mientras yo aquí...<br />conviviendo con mi humanidad<br />intentando coexistir.<br />Cuantos años perdidos<br />para disfrutar<br />su espalda fina<br />esos pies cálidos<br />el sabor de su sexo<br />de formas memorables<br />...como una imagen, que no logra reflejarse<br />como aquello que avanza hacia la nada<br />yo lo intente...<br />pero ¿que importa ahora?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-1954063847269958967?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-1023498804884421672010-11-07T07:31:00.000-08:002010-11-07T07:55:43.480-08:00<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TNbJXdSkKfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sCBRv1SGhTc/s1600/Nueva+imagen.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536834196735273458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TNbJXdSkKfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sCBRv1SGhTc/s200/Nueva+imagen.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em>algunas veces</em></strong></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TNbK7Hp6qbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6irLJLf4W40/s1600/goticaunison.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536835908914555314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TNbK7Hp6qbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6irLJLf4W40/s320/goticaunison.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em>el tiempo se detiene</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>los espacios me persiguen</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>el presente colapsa</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>y el drama es inusual</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>...para ti</em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-102349880488442167?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-20193679142202868542010-11-07T07:11:00.000-08:002010-11-07T07:30:48.113-08:00l<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TNbFqcj0HqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VV6llpucxbM/s1600/00740013.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536830124910190242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TNbFqcj0HqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VV6llpucxbM/s320/00740013.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="right"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">...el instante preciso en que sabemos</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="right"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">que algo sin hallarnos</span></strong></em></div><br /><div align="right"><em><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">nos encuentra</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-2019367914220286854?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-6948524048477934702010-09-25T00:26:00.000-07:002010-09-25T01:00:08.592-07:00<div><br /><br /><div><em>eternamente habitas</em></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TJ2p0hTCsiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3Xvjc50Ck60/s1600/F1150010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520755437982626338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TJ2p0hTCsiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3Xvjc50Ck60/s200/F1150010.JPG" /></a><br /><div><em>terreno abstracto</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>volvimos:</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>tatuados por la necesidad del deseo</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>vienes:</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>desde tu inicio</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>vuelvo:</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>hacia el final del instante</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>donde el tiempo se funde</em></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TJ2rEeyQHBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vUdsTKQHNOE/s1600/F1150006.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520756811697757202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TJ2rEeyQHBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vUdsTKQHNOE/s200/F1150006.JPG" /></a><br /><div><em>y retorna herido por la fuga</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>creando una ampolla invisible</em></div><br /><br /><div><em>y en ella nos mantuvo.</em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-694852404847793470?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-33553046399561200842010-08-13T22:57:00.000-07:002010-08-13T23:44:22.418-07:00<div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Grabando tu silueta</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">en mi mente perturbada</span></em></strong><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGYz9xK_tAI/AAAAAAAAADc/DAxZHcrsYBg/s1600/F1020019.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505144730771502082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGYz9xK_tAI/AAAAAAAAADc/DAxZHcrsYBg/s200/F1020019.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">verte</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">contemplarte</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">admirarte</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">tocarte</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">sentirte</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">conocerte</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">entenderte</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">comprender te.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Me has permitido</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">ser</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGY65o24T6I/AAAAAAAAADk/iFZqnlA964A/s1600/F1020018.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505152356401565602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/TGY65o24T6I/AAAAAAAAADk/iFZqnlA964A/s320/F1020018.JPG" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">estar</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">trascender</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">y seguir</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">me has enseñado </span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc66;">a ser hombre</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-3355304639956120084?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-48145106838314455352010-05-21T23:06:00.000-07:002010-05-21T23:28:59.832-07:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S_d4Wli_QWI/AAAAAAAAADE/LjZ-KgqMgJA/s1600/F1150002.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473976201523446114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S_d4Wli_QWI/AAAAAAAAADE/LjZ-KgqMgJA/s200/F1150002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff66;">El cotidiano cruce de una calle</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff66;">se torna</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff66;">una <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">expedición</span> en la <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">razón</span> del instinto</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff66;">al encontrarse<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S_d5O1mIyTI/AAAAAAAAADM/XNBid80Ir5E/s1600/F1150003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473977167904295218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S_d5O1mIyTI/AAAAAAAAADM/XNBid80Ir5E/s320/F1150003.JPG" /></a></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff66;">tu espalda con mi mano</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff66;">en esta noche oscura</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff66;">sin espejos y sin luna.</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4814510683831445535?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-50321793942188046282010-04-19T22:17:00.000-07:002010-04-19T23:40:02.094-07:00<div>Yo soy esa</div><br /><br /><div>oculta en el cansado habito</div><br /><br /><div>que rompe los cristales</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S80-PnWhexI/AAAAAAAAACc/t1icYPhPnsU/s1600/F1110025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462090361052691218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S80-PnWhexI/AAAAAAAAACc/t1icYPhPnsU/s200/F1110025.JPG" /></a><br /><div>para mirarte a los ojos</div><br /><br /><div>oler tu piel</div><br /><br /><div>respirarte pro fundamente</div><br /><br /><div>estar dentro de ti</div><br /><br /><div>...hasta tocar tus huesos</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S808Pm0wUKI/AAAAAAAAACU/GC6pdGoP0dI/s1600/F1110025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462088161887801506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S808Pm0wUKI/AAAAAAAAACU/GC6pdGoP0dI/s320/F1110025.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>y decirte:</div><br /><br /><div>Bendita seas por estar en mi</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>encontrando la simetría</div><br /><br /><div>provocando nos la armonía.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-5032179394218804628?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-46772168084843067922010-02-27T11:08:00.000-08:002010-02-27T11:48:16.948-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S4l09K3hpdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oNh9pHq6WtE/s1600-h/F1050017.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443010218892043730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S4l09K3hpdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oNh9pHq6WtE/s200/F1050017.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S4lxnYNs9bI/AAAAAAAAABs/5CFuciU6KRg/s1600-h/F1050009.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443006545982715314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S4lxnYNs9bI/AAAAAAAAABs/5CFuciU6KRg/s320/F1050009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em>La parte de una barbie mutilada</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>un poema incompleto</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>una guitarra sin algunas cuerdas</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>un guardián abandonado </em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>eres agua que no moja</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>fuego que me seca</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>una puerta entreabierta</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>...y sin embargo me inspiras.</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>Un alma delgada y trasparente</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>tus cabellos al aire</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>que solo los toca el viento.</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>Viento que apaga el fuego</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>y que hace arder cenizas</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>Tu espalda cascada ardiente</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>reclamando atención</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>...y yo aquí</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>sin sentirte</em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em>apagandome.</em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4677216808484306792?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-74275908198387590592010-01-16T22:59:00.000-08:002010-01-16T23:23:42.918-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S1K4nXu8sdI/AAAAAAAAABk/k-kFcstuq1g/s1600-h/F1150003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427603487460209106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/S1K4nXu8sdI/AAAAAAAAABk/k-kFcstuq1g/s320/F1150003.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="right">La expresión fatal</div><br /><div align="right">tú dominio trágico</div><br /><div align="right">posesivo </div><br /><div align="right">y romántico</div><br /><div align="right">contrasta</div><br /><div align="right">con tu agradable complejidad</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">No eres una dama</div><br /><div align="right">sino un aullido</div><br /><div align="right">en este silencio </div><br /><div align="right">...hipócrita</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-7427590819838759059?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-66501936921724048192009-12-22T22:59:00.000-08:002009-12-22T23:16:49.280-08:00<div><strong><em>Vivir...vivo</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>chinga</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>la inmutabilidad de las leyes</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>se manifiestan</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>la tentación nos devora.</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>El deseo nos atrae<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/SzHDIbyDoJI/AAAAAAAAABM/Mf9yjq4uQMk/s1600-h/F1070017.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418326376367497362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/SzHDIbyDoJI/AAAAAAAAABM/Mf9yjq4uQMk/s320/F1070017.JPG" /></a></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>como tû</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>me atraes</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>hacia tus pecados.</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>El placer </em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>de pecar... contigo.</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>Hoy como siempre</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em>caigo sobre ti</em></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><em>desde...</em></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><em>mi mirada</em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-6650193692172404819?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-43596764379986381482009-10-28T21:28:00.000-07:002009-10-28T21:44:31.345-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/SukdoFfEltI/AAAAAAAAABE/fpoUepn61J8/s1600-h/F1090004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397878202884724434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jXOcOHWIu_k/SukdoFfEltI/AAAAAAAAABE/fpoUepn61J8/s200/F1090004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sostengo la mirada</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">a la fotografia</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">las palabras fluyen</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">y se diluyen los pensamientos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">considerando tu destino</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">cuando apenas</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">sì...cuando este amor culmino.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Serà apenas entonces</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">el prncipio de la pasiòn</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">que ahora nos motiva</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">...con sus dudas</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4359676437998638148?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-62115994181726197342009-09-15T21:30:00.000-07:002009-09-15T21:46:50.012-07:00<div align="right"><strong><em>Me extravie en tus ojos</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>me colgue en tus pestañas</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>y me perdi en tu </em></strong><strong><em>cuerpo</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>asomandome en tu ombligo</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>recargandome en la curva suave de tu cadera</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>acaricie tus pezones</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>te recorrieron mis labios</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>imaginandome todo.</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>Schubert se manifiesta en el silencio</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>una gota de sudor se derrama</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>estoy en ti</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>te toco con mis ojos</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>y me voy por tu sangre</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>tus palabras llegan como estruendo al corazon</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>certeza implacable</em></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><em>de que nunca exististe</em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-6211599418172619734?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-86286005346176983432009-04-16T14:37:00.000-07:002009-04-16T15:02:15.248-07:00Deseosos de experimentar<br />su educacion<br />los convierte en versátiles amantes<br />mayor diversidad<br />otros sabores<br />modificando el acto de amar<br />para no dejarlo descansar<br />en la costumbre.<br /><br />Usar de otras maneras<br />los sentidos<br /> y los sinsentidos<br />querer y no detenerse<br />un cm. más<br />un roce<br />un simple imprevisto.<br /><br />una idea impensada<br />tomarse y beberse<br />de manera<br />que no tenga nombre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-8628600534617698343?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-25683336645165261402008-09-15T21:28:00.000-07:002008-09-15T21:51:42.892-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">Grabando tu silueta</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">en mi mente perturbada</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">verte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">contemplarte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">admirarte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">tocarte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">sentirte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">conocerte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">entenderte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">comprenderte.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">Me has permitido</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">ser </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">estar</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">trascender</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">y seguir</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">...me has enseñado</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">a ser hombre</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">en un mundo de mujeres.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-2568333664516526140?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-52971289608703932612007-10-08T23:46:00.000-07:002007-10-09T00:19:39.529-07:00El tiempo ha enterrado el olvido<br />el rencor sepultado<br />aquel recuerdo<br />sin embargo<br />hace mucho<br />fuimos jovenes<br />dentro de este enredo<br />llamado vida.<br /><br /><br />Fue un tiempo<br />magico<br />un premio<br />placentero<br />aun lo es<br />solo que ahora<br />en vez de ir<br />hacia el tiempo<br />es el tiempo<br />que viene<br />hacia nosotros.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-5297128960870393261?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-13380958766127943722007-08-25T22:40:00.000-07:002007-08-25T22:42:54.697-07:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0JD1JqhP3M">YouTube - Anabantha - Dejá-vu(Acústico)</a> Una hermosa soledad por compañera...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-1338095876612794372?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-86132453867960942162007-04-19T18:39:00.000-07:002007-04-19T18:55:13.936-07:00<div align="right">Basta ya</div><div align="right">de silencios y de gestos</div><div align="right">y... aceptame en tu boca</div><div align="right">que despues acepto</div><div align="right">lo tuyo... en mis labios.</div><div align="right">Asi disfrutaremos</div><div align="right">de todo</div><div align="right">lo limpio y lo sucio</div><div align="right">lo feo y lo hermoso</div><div align="right">lo impuro y lo santo</div><div align="right">que al final</div><div align="right">eso somos</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">...como si el estar juntos</div><div align="right">fuera normal</div><div align="right">pero hoy </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">abrazame muy fuerte</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-8613245386796094216?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-50766430670123254602007-01-25T20:15:00.000-08:002007-01-25T20:25:38.344-08:00Mujer que <br /><div align="right">...pones de otro color la carne</div><div align="right">envuelves de muchas maneras</div><div align="right">enalteces</div><div align="right">motivas</div><div align="right">y dejas caer</div><div align="right">sin enmendaduras</div><div align="right">ni cicatrices</div><div align="left">Aqui en tu sexo</div><div align="left">lo deforme es simetrico</div><div align="left">lo imperfecto... sublime</div><div align="left">la mancha es virtud</div><div align="left">lo exagerado... generoso</div><div align="left">lo cursi... delicadeza</div><div align="left">pero...</div><div align="left">nunca nada queda igual</div><div align="left">cuando lo fusionas</div><div align="left">con el alma</div><div align="left">mujer (de cuerpo y alma)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-5076643067012325460?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-78499768461598901452007-01-13T09:38:00.000-08:002007-01-13T09:46:23.575-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">He bajado</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">por tu cuerpo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">el mas exitante</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">descenso</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">he llegado al lugar de mis delicias</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">ese lugar calumniado</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">...avergonzdo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">.....inventado</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;">por el lenguaje.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-7849976846159890145?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-65549112487854590812007-01-13T09:25:00.000-08:002007-01-13T09:33:22.544-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;">El mundo tomo la forma que le diste</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">una perfeccoion de esfera:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">redonda y cerrado</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">hasta que rodo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;">y siguio en su propia orbita.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-6554911248785459081?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-89536549005157241252006-12-18T16:31:00.000-08:002006-12-18T16:56:59.937-08:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><div align="right"><br /><br />Busco tu cuerpo<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dejando me</span> sentir<br />superior a toda <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fantasía</span><br />percibo tu alma<br />nos compartimos<br />...con esa <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rebeldía</span> acumulada<br />afinidad<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">después</span> platicamos<br />platicamos<br />platicamos lo que pudo haber sido<br />y que no es<br />regresando a la realidad<br />de que<br />nuestras vidas son otras</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-8953654900515724125?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-56418488707712124372006-12-18T16:10:00.000-08:002006-12-18T16:23:33.308-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;">Mi tactica es mirarte</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;">aprender como sos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;">quererte como sos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;">mi tactica es quedarme en tu recuerdo</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;">no se como</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;">ni con que pretexto</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;">pero quedarme en vos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Mario Benedetti.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-5641848870771212437?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-25045768276056971062006-12-09T09:47:00.000-08:002006-12-09T10:02:24.713-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;">el tacto es lo incierto</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> ante la ilusion</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> de lo visto por los oidos</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> espejismo de realidades</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> fantasias y ensueños</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> los ojos no miran</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> lo que en el espacio sucede</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> solo el sentir perdura</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> lo fugaz es lo que se toma</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> como un acto</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> en un momento</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> pero despues de ese acto</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> lo que queda es lo que importa</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cccccc;"> tu...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-2504576827605697106?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-46637015083900769132006-12-01T09:58:00.000-08:002006-12-01T10:29:43.629-08:00<div align="left">El sexo<br />la desgasto<br />hasta llegar a la indiferencia<br />solo quedaron<br /> añoranzas<br /><br />en la practica<br />del sexo<br />se nos va<br />la vida<br />o por lo menos<br /> los pensamientos </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4663701508390076913?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-41036649070982376432006-12-01T09:40:00.000-08:002006-12-01T09:56:09.654-08:00<span style="color:#cccccc;">He bajado</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">por tu cuerpo</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">el mas exitante descenso </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">he llegado al lugar de mis delicias</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">ese lugar </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">calumniado</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"> avergonzado</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"> inventado</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">por el lenguaje.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-4103664907098237643?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-9061228373587638852006-11-12T21:20:00.000-08:002006-11-12T21:30:16.004-08:00El tiempo ha enterrado el olvido<br /> el rencor sepultado<br /> aquel recuerdo<br /> sin embargo<br /> hace mucho<br /> fuimos jovenes<br /> dentro de este enredo<br /> llamado vida.<br /><br /> Fue un tiempo <br /> magico<br /> un premio <br /> placentero<br /> aun lo es<br /> solo que ahora<br /> en vez de ir<br /> hacia el tiempo<br /> es el tiempo<br /> que viene <br /> hacia nosotros.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-906122837358763885?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-89895456624629328822006-11-04T09:04:00.000-08:002006-11-04T09:14:38.271-08:00Enseñarme ...tu cuerpo<br /> desnudo<br /> no es obsceno<br /> enseñarme ...tu cuerpo<br /> esqueletico<br /> descarnado<br /> mutilado<br /> eso si es obsceno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-8989545662462932882?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-82236732184233762102006-11-03T20:45:00.000-08:002006-11-03T21:09:27.656-08:00<div align="center"> Esta palabra a veces escondida<br />es todo lo que tengo para darte<br />se enredo en el laberinto por esperarte<br />y de tanto esperar <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>está dormida </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-8223673218423376210?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-25726309313824812532006-11-03T20:12:00.000-08:002006-11-03T20:24:31.032-08:00Tu testimonio<br />surgio<br />de la vida<br />de todo lo que pudiste ser<br />-nunca lo que quisiste-.<br /><strong></strong><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-2572630931382481253?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795629164573866222.post-5214202561032920942006-11-03T13:17:00.000-08:002006-11-03T13:54:12.812-08:00todo como antes<br /> reid y regocijaos<br /> revolquemonos en la moral<br /> jugemos a comulgar en nuestra piel<br /> bebamos el calido nectar<br /> del empezar otra vez<br /> soy el portador de la plaga<br /> pero NO puedo morir de ninguna enfermedad<br /> palpemos<br /> sintamos<br /> con la idea de ser<br /> cosiendo nuestras tripas<br /> en una red<br /> para atrapar<br /> sueños<br /> ilusiones (fe que NO alcanza)<br /> intenciones<br /> comparadas con tu realidad<br /> mirame<br /> hablame<br /> y tuerce mi cuello<br /> hasta que lo sientas chasquear<br /> que luego vendra el silencio<br /> para que NO te estorbe nada<br /> para que puedas cambiar la television<br /> y seas tu<br /> realmente tu.<br /> Pero antes quisiera recordar<br /> los tiempos aquellos<br /> donde viviamos mucho<br /> y dormiamos poco<br /> ahora todo es distinto<br /> NO bueno ni malo quizas diferente<br /> hasta los vicios y vacios<br /> Rompe el tabu<br /> de la masturbacion<br /> y dame detalles<br /> que te hagan sudar y...<br /> ¿quien nos reprimio asi?<br /> todo empieza en muerte<br /> y termina en sexo<br /> es solo un signo de los tiempos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795629164573866222-521420256103292094?l=luis-gavotto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>luis gavottohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00502552880647425804noreply@blogger.com3