tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51522754212672381872024-03-21T06:04:44.464+01:00LA FRASE TONTA DE LA SEMANAStephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-85662504400902165822010-01-25T09:07:00.004+01:002010-01-25T09:11:40.778+01:00A Veces<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgc0WTb-4EdtKBngsjiGxXuR7dwGBL-jAz_YIJHtkX7qHmFMy_lJYVGLLbg_-8f3B20YFxgsC1Fj8cc32j_Dnzm1Eq5Y9VKIoLZvtFDXPlEAzl-03aycidPqbyIYoPPA6ImxpQFJCwVQ/s1600-h/1264402934GSNCAaZ.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430586463887675522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJgc0WTb-4EdtKBngsjiGxXuR7dwGBL-jAz_YIJHtkX7qHmFMy_lJYVGLLbg_-8f3B20YFxgsC1Fj8cc32j_Dnzm1Eq5Y9VKIoLZvtFDXPlEAzl-03aycidPqbyIYoPPA6ImxpQFJCwVQ/s320/1264402934GSNCAaZ.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>A veces cuantos equilibrios hemos de hacer para vivir nuestro amor... calladamente.</strong></span></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7PlQ1ohyWo&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7PlQ1ohyWo&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Stephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-43420647662665946332009-07-16T10:12:00.003+02:002009-07-16T10:32:04.291+02:00CAMBIA<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Cambio poco a poco</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>el color rojo de mi existencia</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>y viro hacia el sur</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>calmado de tus ojos,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>hacia la paz de tus manos,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>a la sensualidad de tus mares.</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>No se puede tener</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>el viento a favor</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>cuando no se sabe</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>dónde ir... naufragio.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Stephan<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykxwwQxzKE4&hl=es&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykxwwQxzKE4&hl=es&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Stephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-91488228008042644072009-06-26T06:42:00.005+02:002009-06-27T20:09:47.065+02:00FRÍO<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQ4CVnemfYXlvk13dVsj8JruwMjUN5T37LfYKwuYl1vTIOeLTx9ZpQXomH-aN64gTvNNRxNOgF1GtX5AJ_ah2jxh8LeZtx_O6OC5eZodJwbLGrtP4iJ8o641rQ_zVNd1Q9-o_20fM0eU/s1600-h/images330.jpg"></a></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Frío el corazón,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>el alma muda.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>No quedan lágrimas</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>ni llanto, ni dolor.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Sólo preguntas:</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>¿qué haré conmigo</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>ahora? ¿Dónde está</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>el sentido, la verdad?</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">¿Dónde estás tú?</span></strong></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Te hice daño.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Y la vergüenza </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>me ha tomado </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>de la mano,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>sacándome</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>con gesto infantil,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>su lengua azul</strong></span></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>JC</strong></span></div>Stephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-89392427545260396862009-06-23T15:57:00.002+02:002009-06-23T15:59:21.544+02:00¿QUIÉN?<p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUlXDtmhtQc&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" color2="0xfebd01" fs="1&color1="></embed></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Hoy, casi mejor las palabras de otra persona que las mias...</span></strong></p>Stephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-60435519882377056372009-06-18T20:02:00.006+02:002009-06-23T15:57:42.040+02:00PALABRAS<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuQ1tRSdBfWd93KYnj4Rw-K8rzotvtuG0P7SeANVeYcxD5AQ4jp5Vwc0L2VLuODwt6iH5kKSn-pxixV8U_t64VTdOwuo0lH2x_fvQNRTXY4qgg9W5lTl11g50AiZv-ZBbQKWngDZ6-T0/s1600-h/a24.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Paseo en soledad</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>por entre mis palabras</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>escuchando los sonidos</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>de mi propia alma.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Aquí una tristeza,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>aquí un amor.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Miro a los ojos </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>a la melancolía que baja,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>tímida, avergonzada,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>la mirada.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Chapotean, jugeteando,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>versos locos,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>y amanecen bostezando</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>palabras de pasión.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Por encima de todas</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>mis palabras de ti.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>palabras de suspiros,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>de naufragios,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>de tu cuerpo, de tu risa.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Palabras de deseo inacabado,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>de eterno verano,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>de sinsentido, de amor...</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>No me olvides nunca</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>haga lo que haga la vida</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>con nosotros.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>No me olvides nunca</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>o serás con el olvido</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>complice me mi muerte.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>JC<br /><br /></div></strong></span><div></div>Stephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-20035093392215126462009-06-15T17:30:00.003+02:002009-06-15T19:03:40.562+02:00CAMINO<strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Ando descalzo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">por entre los caminos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">de tus sentidos abriendo,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">de par en par,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">las puertas de tu placer.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Recorro incansable</span></strong>,<br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>hambriento,</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">la magia de los latidos</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">de tus gemidos eternos,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">de tu temblar convulso.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Veo apretarse tus labios,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">cerrarse tus piernas,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">llover tu sexo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Me despierto</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">excitado,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">sudoroso.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Mi cama vacía.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Tu ausencia </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">sonriendo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">JC</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong>Stephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-49523105462370902372009-06-07T09:39:00.010+02:002009-06-14T08:42:59.887+02:00HIJA DEL AMOR<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Amanece lentamente</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>en mis manos</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>repletas de tu cuerpo.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Aún guardo las caricias</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>que regalaste a la noche,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>los besos que de mis labios</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>robó la luna,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>sin que mi rendición</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>pudiera evitarlo,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>pues agotado entre tus muslos,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>sólo acerté a esbozar</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>suspiros como arma.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Y la ausencia es ya tan grande</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>que parece que he muerto,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>incapaz de sentir el flujo</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>inconstante de mi vida.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Cada despedida de tu alma</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>acaba en la impaciencia</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>de mis dedos por amarte.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Prómeteme que siempre que rias</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>recordarás que era yo,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>y no Junio,</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>quien te amaba.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">.</span></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>JC</strong></span></div>Stephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-4180513914408873192009-06-02T05:44:00.015+02:002009-06-14T08:31:52.188+02:00EL ESPEJO<a 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/><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Deshojando días </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>amanece la vida nuevamente,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>perdiendo afectos, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>rasgando miradas contrapuestas,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>sembrando caricias,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>haciendo mios los caprichos</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>de una pasión.</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Se me moja el corazón </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>con la lluvia incierta del futuro.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Apuesto horas,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>descubro senderos de noches,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>siento un temor</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>disimulado en deseos rotundos,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>únicos y prohibidos.</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Mírame a los ojos, convénceme</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>que no volveré a suplicarte amor.</strong></span></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>La suerte y la luna,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>las heridas entrelazadas,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>harán el resto</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">JC</span></strong></div></div></div>Stephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-16219778484829391682009-05-29T14:23:00.007+02:002009-06-14T08:29:10.305+02:00NUEVOLa ciudad grita convulsa<br />los sueños de las almas<br />muertas por sus aceras,<br />quiebra el sentido<br />de mi sombra en la noche<br />sin luna que me acompaña,<br />alejándola del mar salvador<br />de tus anhelantes labios.<br /><br />No parece nada igual, no<br />veo los mismos colores,<br />los rostros son distintos,<br />nuevos los ojos, las miradas,<br />a estrenar las emociones,<br />los sentimientos, las palabras.<br /><br />¿Qué haré para volar<br />lejos de mi mismo,<br />del sin sentido?<br /><br />Pero me venció<br />el cansancio;<br />dormí;<br />te eché de menos.<br /><br />JCStephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152275421267238187.post-3224998286649011452009-05-27T11:52:00.002+02:002009-05-29T17:32:58.096+02:00EMPEZAMOS<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuAV8R7a57U&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuAV8R7a57U&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Stephanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04945038870642760775noreply@blogger.com0