tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68726272302348591772009-07-14T05:22:32.065-07:00La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872627230234859177.post-11204698666614702802007-09-24T07:07:00.000-07:002009-07-14T05:22:32.082-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Slx4e22ptUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Bt9aYk_3G5E/s1600-h/azulado...jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Slx4e22ptUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Bt9aYk_3G5E/s400/azulado...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358290128180196674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /><br />L </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" > <span style="font-size:100%;">a </span> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" > H <span style="font-size:85%;">O</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> r</span> A </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> S </span> e <span style="font-weight: bold;"> X </span> t <span style="font-size:85%;">A</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/R4U7ilq0dII/AAAAAAAAAP8/OtdjY68XbL0/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/R4U7ilq0dII/AAAAAAAAAP8/OtdjY68XbL0/s400/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153590814008702082" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">lahorasexta-@hotmail.com</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tu nombre</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">lo escribo en la piedra,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">lo tallo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">para no olvidar, para calmar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Me hago la señal de la cruz</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">como un acto de esperanza</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">creo , miro, percibo , escucho y siento</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Siento la impotencia del vacio</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">la acechanza del viento</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">moviendo los recuerdos<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >L<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">a</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >H <span style="font-weight: bold;">O</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> r </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >A</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >S</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> e </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >X</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> t </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvrT0pY40AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-cnzKMMcRAA/s1600-h/Crucifixion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvrT0pY40AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-cnzKMMcRAA/s400/Crucifixion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114633228249518082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Brilla (cancion)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Se disuelven en la noche</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">las cenizas ya no corren</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">el silencio se deshace</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">se retuerce y se cae</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">ya no hay tiempo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">ya no hay cielo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">brilla</span> tu entre tus sueños</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">viaja entre los edificios</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">vuela y llegaras a tiempo..</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Manos enrojecidas acariciando el fuego</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">,</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">cae disimuladamente una estrella,</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">grillo que calla <span style="font-family:times new roman;">todo </span>se calla</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">,silencio, ceremonia.</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Y el tibio fuego acariciando las manos</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">,</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">nos cuenta al oido</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">la <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">magia </span>de sus formas</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">...<span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">( Pablo Ponce)</span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">L A H O R A S E X T A</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvfF6JY4zkI/AAAAAAAAADo/2xCQb2r73-4/s1600-h/w.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvfF6JY4zkI/AAAAAAAAADo/2xCQb2r73-4/s400/w.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113773504645877314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">La Hora</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> Sexta</span> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">trio electrico creado por Pablo Ponce en comienzos de 1994,</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">este proyecto na ce en Cabalango, sierras de Cordoba, entre caballos y naturaleza, en una</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">casita perdida en la montaña donde empiezan a sonar los primeros acordes y acoples,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">un sonido que pasa por el punk el grunge y una oscuridad clara en la voz y poesia de Pablo Ponce</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">A fines de 1997 se disuelve despues de haber sonado en el circuito del momento, </span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">se caracterizaban por armar sus shows en lugares no convencionales como galpones, playas de estacionamientos , centros culturales ,mezclando su musica con la plastica, el teatro y la danza.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Despues de diez años se unen con Tachi Soria en bateria en remplazo de Cachito Ramos y graban un cd.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Soy esclavo de un cerebro inoportuno , tiene vida propia y el sueño cambiado</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">El sueño cambiado </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> nombre de su trabajo grabado en otoño del 2007</span>.</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" > Foto </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gustavo Gnavi</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872627230234859177-1120469866661470280?l=lahorasexta.blogspot.com'/></div>La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872627230234859177.post-5441416931624095202007-09-24T06:27:00.001-07:002008-01-09T12:18:01.530-08:00<div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></div><a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvkbgZY4z1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NvSnPa7QIxM/s1600-h/img027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvkbgZY4z1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NvSnPa7QIxM/s400/img027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114149095240945490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">La noche esconde en lo mas profundo una gota,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">ella nos mantiene </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">pensantes quietos e inmoviles</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">sueño de algunos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Alguien prende un cigarrillo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">en el tercer piso de aquel edificio,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">cae el fosforo, la noche lo apaga,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">lo esconde en lo mas profundo</span>.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pablo Ponce</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" >Foto</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Edu las Heras</span></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872627230234859177-544141693162409520?l=lahorasexta.blogspot.com'/></div>La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872627230234859177.post-2763744046825585372007-09-22T16:00:00.000-07:002008-01-09T12:20:06.020-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Santa Cecilia Rock</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Glorieta del Parque las Heras </span></span> <span style="font-size:78%;"> Cordoba foto Edu Las Heras </span><br /></div><a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvWgNZY4ziI/AAAAAAAAADU/o0akmGWobZk/s1600-h/img026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvWgNZY4ziI/AAAAAAAAADU/o0akmGWobZk/s400/img026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113169103963082274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">No podre ver el latido de las palabras</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">que se entrelazan</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">jugando a ver el final del camino</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">quizas , donde el agua existe</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">y luego desaparece en nuestras narices</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">No podre ver el sonido ni el movimiento</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">del tiempo que se desbanece</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">porque no le doy el sentido exacto</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Los hombres mis hijos mi sombra </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">son testigos del sonido de las almas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">que dialogan entre si</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">como pidiendo perdon de nuestros pecados</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Tuve una vision muy lejana</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">de dos almas uniendoce eternamente</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">tuve una vision muy lejana </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">de esas mismas almas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">buscando sus cuerpos desesperadamente</span>.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Pablo Ponce</span></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872627230234859177-276374404682558537?l=lahorasexta.blogspot.com'/></div>La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872627230234859177.post-24940291870966655962007-09-22T15:27:00.000-07:002008-01-09T12:21:43.779-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Rzw0xAXLJkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/L_Pak6doRJ0/s1600-h/p.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Rzw0xAXLJkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/L_Pak6doRJ0/s400/p.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133035691810956866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Tachi, Gustavo, Wily y Pablo</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RzoyWNQvWFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZJqeJl1qSZw/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RzoyWNQvWFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ZJqeJl1qSZw/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132470082440484946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" ><span> Hace cli</span></span></span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Moviendo (cancion)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">El presagio se <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cumplio</span> otra vez</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ahora creo en lo que <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">menti</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi partir</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi bailar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi crecer y marchitar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi perder te vi ganar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi soñar te vi soñar te vi soñar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">El presagio se <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cumplio</span> otra vez</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ahora creo en lo que <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">menti</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi caer</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi volar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi nadar dentro del mar</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi luchar por los <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">demas</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">te vi soñar te vi soñar te vi soñar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">La noche es larga hoy</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">siento cosquillas en mi cuerpo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">la noche es larga hoy</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">y el barco sin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">timon</span> se esta moviendo</span>.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872627230234859177-2494029187096665596?l=lahorasexta.blogspot.com'/></div>La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872627230234859177.post-89601969325717020092007-09-22T15:14:00.000-07:002008-01-09T12:23:38.170-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RzrkLj3-06I/AAAAAAAAANg/LxZ895FTAng/s1600-h/c.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RzrkLj3-06I/AAAAAAAAANg/LxZ895FTAng/s400/c.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132665612601840546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RzmUqdQvWEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/smcX6zB0GJ8/s1600-h/img044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RzmUqdQvWEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/smcX6zB0GJ8/s400/img044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132296707495647298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvWUqpY4zgI/AAAAAAAAADE/mjjBPseaNmI/s1600-h/img033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvWUqpY4zgI/AAAAAAAAADE/mjjBPseaNmI/s400/img033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113156412334722562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Como fue que el tiempo paralizo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">y el brillo de aquel vaso quieto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">quedo dibujado en el aire</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">A donde fueron las almas </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">de las flores que cayeron en el jardin</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">ellas fueron testigo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">La sangre se convierte en sabia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">y los clavos en huesos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">el transeunte se convierte en hongo</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">y el hongo en esqueleto<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >(Pablo Ponce)</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872627230234859177-8960196932571702009?l=lahorasexta.blogspot.com'/></div>La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872627230234859177.post-37475318998643950822007-09-22T14:06:00.000-07:002007-11-20T04:33:53.588-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/R0H1igXLJpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_42ypMJlHa4/s1600-h/SafeRedirect_003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/R0H1igXLJpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_42ypMJlHa4/s400/SafeRedirect_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134655023330567826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">La Hora Sexta</span></span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Muestra de artistas plasticos<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Cristo en la cruz </span>en un galpon de villa Cabrera trasformado en centro<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>cultural</span></span> </div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/R0Hx2gXLJnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pykc5TIJdB8/s1600-h/SafeRedirect_004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/R0Hx2gXLJnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pykc5TIJdB8/s400/SafeRedirect_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134650968881440370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Y escarbo en tu piel buscando el porque</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">y solo veo sangre</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">sangre que pide perdon</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">perdon por no haber seguido, circulandote.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvmOr5Y4z4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/_S4ZARynu2k/s1600-h/fotos+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvmOr5Y4z4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/_S4ZARynu2k/s400/fotos+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114275736646635394" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Pablo y Tachi meditando.</span></span>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">La visita</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No se no la conozco</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ni quiero conocerla</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">no quiero transmutarme</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ni me tienta el reposo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Me repugna lo hueco</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">la aficion al misterio</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">el culto a la ceniza</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a cuanto se disgrega</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jamas he mantenido </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">contacto con lo inerte</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">si de algo he renegado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">es de la indiferencia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuando venga a buscarme dijanle</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">se ha mudado..</span>.<br /></div> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br />Cuando supe que estabas aqui<br />mi cuerpo empezo a contraerse,<br />mis huesos se pusieron cada vez mas frios,<br />Hasta que su mirada penetro en la mia<br />No era como decian<br />ni como yo pensaba,<br />Entonces<br />mi mente, mi mentira, mi mierda<br />se desintegraron<br />y fue cuando el miedo escupio en mi cara</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872627230234859177-3747531899864395082?l=lahorasexta.blogspot.com'/></div>La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872627230234859177.post-17979358710395764362007-09-22T06:41:00.001-07:002008-09-29T12:09:05.632-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SOEnxk0ITcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9hlCtBKuwKw/s1600-h/img030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SOEnxk0ITcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9hlCtBKuwKw/s400/img030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251522373140106690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Eso no es verdad</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Que me estas diciendo </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">eso no es verdad</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">todas tus palabras estan de mas</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">se disuelve el tiempo</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">en tu realidad</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">el silencio invade</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">nuestras vidas... nuestras vidas</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Se te cae la cabeza y rueda</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">por toda la ciudad aquella ciudad</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Todas las palabras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">estan de mas..</span>.</span><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Acaricio tu rostro tieso</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">en esa foto que te robe,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Acaricio tu rostro tieso</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">en esa foto que no me regalaste,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Acaricio tu rostro tieso</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">en esa foto que perdiste porque te la robe</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">y nunca quisiste regalarme</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Acaricio tu rostro intacto...</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;">Hace </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">click</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">en</span> </span>entradas antigua</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">s<span style="font-size:85%;"> sigue..</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">.<br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872627230234859177-1797935871039576436?l=lahorasexta.blogspot.com'/></div>La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872627230234859177.post-23824548565495027822007-09-22T06:28:00.000-07:002007-10-31T13:58:53.679-07:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RyjsI9qAxFI/AAAAAAAAALU/d_qsqP8x_g0/s1600-h/img045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RyjsI9qAxFI/AAAAAAAAALU/d_qsqP8x_g0/s400/img045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127607814495192146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Festival Rock del solar Tanti</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Muestrame tu megilla estropeada,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">tus labios lastimados por el viento.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Describeme el asco que observa tu mirada,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">apagada por siglos muy lejanos,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Y tu vientre distorsionado.....por los hijos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Muestrame.....desgarra tu pecho,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Y habre los huesos,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">para que pueda contemplar ese corazon gigante,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">que late...cada vez mas lento</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a medida que tu alma sede entre el tiempo..</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">La HoRa SeXtA</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Rw1TNZY40GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6IULEMTNZhs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Rw1TNZY40GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6IULEMTNZhs/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119839841008799842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Rw1Oc5Y40FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fKbTg2Hmobc/s1600-h/img038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Rw1Oc5Y40FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fKbTg2Hmobc/s200/img038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119834609738633298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Rw1MK5Y40EI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4T3g9nfnZwA/s1600-h/img040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Rw1MK5Y40EI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4T3g9nfnZwA/s400/img040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119832101477732418" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">La Hora Sexta en la casona municipa</span></span>l<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-size:85%;"> cancion para<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > Glauce</span></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Una voz azul se desbanecio, la magia y ella hablaban de amor,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Y en la oscuridad se durmio,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Y en la oscuridad vomito,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Y ese ruido es la sombra de su cuerpo,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">que se escapa entrela luz de la oscuridad...</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RwN-4JY40DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2M8Odd-doRs/s1600-h/img039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RwN-4JY40DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2M8Odd-doRs/s400/img039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117073104681095218" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"> Mario Bulacio y Pablo Ponce al fondo Cachito Ramos. Foto Edu Las Heras En Brandsen</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Las voces se confunden con las luces de los carteles</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Los autos dibujan las calles</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">junto con la basura que baja de los nichos,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Y el humo mezclado con el aire</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">se hace cada vez mas espeso</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">En mi piel en mi carne en mi cerebelo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">El perro del gitano es atropellado por un taxi</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">el asfalto se encargara de desintegrarlo</span>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvUa4JY4zWI/AAAAAAAAABw/DTMRVN0id-I/s1600-h/img029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvUa4JY4zWI/AAAAAAAAABw/DTMRVN0id-I/s320/img029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113022503844367714" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">El </span>dia<span style="font-weight: bold;"> termino</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Sucesiones de imagenes</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >se estrellan contra la pared</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >El tiempo no podra borrar</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >la huella que dejaste ayer</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Dime donde estan</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >los que ya no estan</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >El dia ya se termino</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >mi cuerpo esta cansado hoy</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Sucesiones de imagenes</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >se estrellan contra la pared</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Dime donde estan</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >los que ya no estan</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Quizas sobre el mar</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >quizas en un bar</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >el recuerdo va transformando a mis dias</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Quizas mas alla</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >de lo que pensas</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >el re cuerdo va transformando a mis dia</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >s<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" >Trato de seguir el sonido con mi tacto, con mi vista, </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" >y escupo<br />y mi boca se humedece<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" >y mis ojos se humedecen</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" >y las manos se me caen</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" >sobre la vereda...</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872627230234859177-2382454856549502782?l=lahorasexta.blogspot.com'/></div>La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872627230234859177.post-21311336019443408532007-09-18T04:18:00.000-07:002009-07-14T05:18:39.037-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Slx3kbNssUI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gFTTqmLWNxA/s1600-h/img200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Slx3kbNssUI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gFTTqmLWNxA/s400/img200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358289124328255810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Slx3Xv-vBvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/N9bEyb0XSxs/s1600-h/DSC_0219-melc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Slx3Xv-vBvI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/N9bEyb0XSxs/s400/DSC_0219-melc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358288906564339442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Slx2ZICo1AI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bnF5jvUXI3o/s1600-h/DSC_0211-melc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Slx2ZICo1AI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bnF5jvUXI3o/s400/DSC_0211-melc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358287830691402754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SfonkerTekI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wACoFBh99AA/s1600-h/GetAttachment_007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SfonkerTekI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wACoFBh99AA/s400/GetAttachment_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330616616609872450" border="0" /></a>Festival por el NO a la prision domiciliaria de Menendez...En la puerta de los tribunales federales.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SfonZQZUgzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/K4C80RnfMgs/s1600-h/tribunales.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SfonZQZUgzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/K4C80RnfMgs/s400/tribunales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330616423797785394" border="0" /></a>Cesar Cuello...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SfonPqVVveI/AAAAAAAAAYY/c6k2d4fi7mQ/s1600-h/GetAttachment_002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SfonPqVVveI/AAAAAAAAAYY/c6k2d4fi7mQ/s400/GetAttachment_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330616258961718754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Sfom-nIg6kI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AosE2NgS-IU/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/Sfom-nIg6kI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AosE2NgS-IU/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330615966044842562" border="0" /></a>Pablo Ponce...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SZq9joSmCyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/n4wJrqDCFuE/s1600-h/DSC_0662.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SZq9joSmCyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/n4wJrqDCFuE/s400/DSC_0662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303759930990660386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">La Hora Sexta.......en OBVIO....espacio cultural..........Gustavo gnavi, Pablo Ponce, Cesar Cuello, y La Morza</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SPZyR4gDiXI/AAAAAAAAARM/9dt_sRAN1BM/s1600-h/DSC_0895-lhsylbdcs-Che.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SPZyR4gDiXI/AAAAAAAAARM/9dt_sRAN1BM/s400/DSC_0895-lhsylbdcs-Che.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257515266551810418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SPZyB7eWCMI/AAAAAAAAARE/E1PQjqT17Qw/s1600-h/DSC_0883-lhsylbdcs-Che.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/SPZyB7eWCMI/AAAAAAAAARE/E1PQjqT17Qw/s320/DSC_0883-lhsylbdcs-Che.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257514992472033474" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-size:85%;"> La Hora Sexta</span> ..<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">.y la banda de los corazones solitarios...en la explanada del cabildo....y en la casona municipal</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/R0H7oQXLJrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wSX6DcEjpps/s1600-h/SafeRedirect_002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/R0H7oQXLJrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wSX6DcEjpps/s400/SafeRedirect_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134661719184582322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Hace click sobre las fotos </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvkRWpY4z0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CUdeWUDC4H8/s1600-h/Christ%2520gal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_33Y4Zc9-4zE/RvkRWpY4z0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CUdeWUDC4H8/s400/Christ%2520gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114137932620943170" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Trio electrico<br />de Cordoba<br />Argentina<br /></span></div> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><br /></div>La hora sexta, Hora de la crucificcion<br />Desde ese momento la tierra fue cubierta por tinieblas, habiendoce eclipsado el sol..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Nace y desaparece</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">en cada minuto la mirada del que no esta</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">.Nace y muere, el enigma.</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Espacio vacio sobre una mesa trasnochada</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">.Nace y muere</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">El dia, vos ,la mirada, yo</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">y lo que estas pensando</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">nace y se desintegra , en tus labios...</span><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Todos los escritos pertenecen a Pablo Ponce</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span> la visita a Oliverio Girondo</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">lahorasexta-@hotmail.com </span></span> Hace</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">click</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">en </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">pagina principa</span>l</span> </span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">En el año 2008 La Hora Sexta se presenta en distintos lugares con cesar cuello en bajo ...un formato mas acustico ...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">La Hora Sexta</span> y<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> la banda de los corazones solitarios...</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6872627230234859177-2131133601944340853?l=lahorasexta.blogspot.com'/></div>La sangre en el ojo (bocetos y canciones)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063092512957392869noreply@blogger.com1