Monday, 30 August 2010

Cuppa Tea?

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Teté, la filósofa superlativa


Teté es lo mejor que me ha pasado siendo adúltera y adulta.
Teté es una sonrisa de día soleado de primavera
con chocolate y nata.
O tal vez el saludo de una mañana nebulosa de noviembre
con guante en ristre.
O tal vez el sueño que impide que estés triste.
Un caramelo, pilas cargadas, un helado,
Un pañuelo cuando llegas constipado.
Puré de todo lo que cura a la gente.
Gemela de mi mente.

Teté manda más que el Ibuprofeno.
Teté, con la sonrisa del primer día y la cabeza ladeada.
Teté, con su acento sereno y su tono entonado.
Teté conduciendo, Teté trasnochando.
Teté siempre atenta, Teté siempre al cargo.
Teté, la que no puede, pero puede.

La que quiere, pero quiere.
La que es, lo que hay, mi paz en calma.
Mi hombro, mi clavícula.
Gemela de mi alma.

La parte más bonita de mi biografía.
La más lista y la más leída.

La más dulce y la más salerosa.
La que tiene la voz más melodiosa.
La madre del cordero, ahí va la osa.

La luz de la mañana, la serotonina.
La mar salada y la mercromina.

La fe de que *toc toc* y toda ella
Abre la puerta.


Nunca hubo otra tan bella.



La *más* de *todo* de los *tantos* universos
merece *mucho* más que un par de versos.





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Sunday, 29 August 2010

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PS: Suzie lo cuenta así de bien.

Thursday, 26 August 2010

... y comieron perdices.

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Me las prometía muy felices. Las vacaciones, esto es.

Vaya GRANDÍSIMA mierda.

The silver lining is going back to work just can't be worse than this.

No aprendo a no esperar. Maldigo mi esperanza.

No puedo creer que esté deseando que llegue septiembre. Odio septiembre.





Y por supuesto, me cago en dios.





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Wednesday, 25 August 2010

I wonder if...

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I wonder if I'd get this account closed if I uploaded L'origin du monde.

I miss my good old Fotolog.





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Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Past simple, present perfect

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To think of all the photos I didn't take...

To think of all the photos I haven't taken yet...





Tense matters.

And I don't mean taut things.

Sometimes semantics and syntax interfere, though.





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Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Sustantivorrea y enumerofilia

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Justicia equidistante.
Juicio equidistinto.
Profundas reflexiones
ahogadas en un tinto.









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Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Ya estoy yo con mis boludeces...

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El perro instinto


El perro instinto no bebe tinto. No tanto tinto como yo, vamos. El perro instinto anda siempre al acecho y nunca me deja en la estacada.

El perro instinto es fiel, pero perro.

El perro instinto es cruel, pero tierno.

El perro instinto anda suelto,

Es personal e intransferible.

Te deja regalitos en la cama,
Te calienta los pies,
Te entontece el sentido.

Y ladra.

Y a veces muerde.

Y como en todas las casas con perro,

Huele a perro.





Agosto 2010.





Casi nunca dedico, pero esto se lo dedico a mi lectora para que se ría con Rintintín.

Me refiero a Carol.





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