tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87216107712564418512008-04-04T01:47:54.063+02:00Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-61108008998134402352008-04-04T01:46:00.002+02:002008-04-04T01:47:16.367+02:00nadie conoce<br />mi voz ni los amores<br />he ha gritadoXavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-41817466503770922012008-04-04T01:45:00.004+02:002008-04-04T01:47:35.702+02:00al bien y al mal<br />los entendí fáciles.<br />fui desgraciadaXavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-8387687584434076442008-04-04T01:45:00.001+02:002008-04-04T01:45:06.048+02:00anduve sendas<br />que otros me dejaron<br />no rompí nadaXavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-49733865852989021442008-04-04T01:44:00.002+02:002008-04-04T01:47:54.091+02:00supe yo vivir<br />mejor que muchos otros<br />no agradezcoXavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-34505852033131793452008-04-04T01:43:00.003+02:002008-04-04T01:43:44.729+02:00intrigante luz<br />sobre tus negros ojos<br />Oriente mienteXavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-58069643426427560222008-04-04T01:43:00.001+02:002008-04-04T01:43:07.523+02:00son dos verdades<br />adversarias y reinas<br />de todo tiempoXavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-22670020923324914692008-04-04T01:42:00.001+02:002008-04-04T01:42:01.307+02:00los sinvergüenzas<br />ganan todos los premios<br />perdiendo nadaXavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-8013539587121398612008-04-04T01:41:00.001+02:002008-04-04T01:41:20.512+02:00no me ahogo<br />en estas letras torpes<br />yo soy el dueño<br /><br /> <div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;">Blogged with the <a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser">Flock Browser</a></div>Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-51758557987415077012008-04-04T01:40:00.001+02:002008-04-04T01:40:04.093+02:00Yo me declaro<br />furioso vividor<br />del nuevo tiempo.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-8238172132064964452007-04-04T22:09:00.003+02:002007-04-04T22:09:49.449+02:00Quiero más carne<br />que la que tengo. Quiero<br />montar el tiempo.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-53719030920035377512007-04-04T22:09:00.001+02:002007-04-04T22:09:21.548+02:00Un aleteo<br />inútil me deshace.<br />Quiero más carne.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-43578574469383570862007-04-04T22:07:00.002+02:002007-04-04T22:08:57.256+02:00Abre sus piernas<br />y envuelve el aire.<br />La temo nunca.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-4806934573978394422007-04-04T22:07:00.001+02:002007-04-04T22:07:54.044+02:00Añoro tiempos<br />que nunca tuve. Temo<br />ya no tenerlos.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-36627190623751839122007-04-04T22:06:00.001+02:002007-04-04T22:07:25.037+02:00Entre mi piel y<br />mi piel hay, quizás,<br />más de lo que hay.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-61840066596307595642007-04-04T22:05:00.002+02:002007-04-04T22:06:39.227+02:00Arden mis manos,<br />acarician memorias<br />mientras olvido.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-47414272209385465022007-04-04T22:05:00.001+02:002007-04-04T22:05:29.007+02:00Yo tengo labios<br />que vos quisieras tener<br />entre tus piernas.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-89688203132219528502007-04-04T22:04:00.000+02:002007-04-04T22:05:04.798+02:00Dios es el mar. Yo,<br />leve capitán. Sentza<br />es la cruz del sur.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-31734432907918324162007-04-04T22:03:00.002+02:002007-04-04T22:04:25.341+02:00Sentza coqueta<br />apenas si muestra<br />su tibia sonrisa.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-33988379278817519352007-04-04T22:03:00.001+02:002007-04-04T22:03:43.472+02:00Dormí mis manos<br />entre las tuyas; dormí<br />mis ojos tristes.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-1798540002709710552007-04-04T22:02:00.000+02:002007-04-04T22:03:09.317+02:00He deseado<br />ser tan noble como vos.<br />Vos no existís.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-9749479409858563132007-04-04T22:01:00.000+02:002007-04-04T22:02:41.217+02:00Nada es puro.<br />Nada es plano. Nada<br />me es reflejo.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-46103178931513294542007-04-04T22:00:00.002+02:002007-04-04T22:01:44.970+02:00Te tengo miedo.<br />Estremecés mi cuerpo<br />en tus dibujos.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-59870280413123682902007-04-04T22:00:00.001+02:002007-04-04T22:00:56.225+02:00Qué puedo hacer.<br />Tu tierra dulcemente<br />guía mi alma.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-17996240970127242852007-04-04T21:59:00.000+02:002007-04-04T22:00:19.104+02:00Sentza no está<br />contigo ni contra ti.<br />Sentza no teme.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721610771256441851.post-74125104285361194272007-04-04T21:58:00.000+02:002007-04-04T21:59:08.922+02:00Yo busco dioses<br />entre tu carne; debo<br />seguir buscando.Xavier Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06656766479436805400noreply@blogger.com