tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47658701559848786772012-02-16T13:00:22.565-08:00Mr. Kitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09079899445870778256noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765870155984878677.post-11271708451996773382008-02-21T19:56:00.001-08:002008-12-11T15:24:37.735-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R75IHG_cF7I/AAAAAAAAACg/B1uuKwNzP_s/s1600-h/prejuicios.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169648709240887218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R75IHG_cF7I/AAAAAAAAACg/B1uuKwNzP_s/s400/prejuicios.JPG" border="0" /></a> Caer. Rodar por las ruedas, sin rodar a donde sea. Rodar. Caer por arriba, muriendo a cada minuto. Morir. Sueños de locura, paz al instante. Soñar. Mira al cielo, y admira a dios. Mirar. Mira en tu interior y encontraras la verdad. Buscar. Crece sin mirar a los lados; mírate, rueda y muere al soñar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765870155984878677-1127170845199677338?l=papacocida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Kitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09079899445870778256noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765870155984878677.post-28440206353116975952008-02-15T15:28:00.000-08:002008-12-11T15:24:37.925-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R7Yg-W_cF1I/AAAAAAAAABc/9aAHti_5e1U/s1600-h/Pluma.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167353878149863250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R7Yg-W_cF1I/AAAAAAAAABc/9aAHti_5e1U/s400/Pluma.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>Dedicado a todos aquellos que sueñan que se sacan plumas de la nariz.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765870155984878677-2844020635311697595?l=papacocida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Kitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09079899445870778256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765870155984878677.post-80528590927077772682008-02-13T18:27:00.000-08:002008-12-11T15:24:38.036-08:00<div></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Cuando los elefantes te miran de esa manera<br />cuando las rosas tocan tu piel<br />cuando los gemidos inundan tus sentidos<br />y las gotas del viento se escurren por tu ser<br />es cuando sabes que has encontrado la parte que te faltaba:<br />el viento en el aire<br />cambia el sentido de las cosas<br />la luz en los rayos del sol<br />se torna violeta en cuanto tu piel se expone a ella<br />y el cielo del agua<br />hace música cuando cae<br />sobre la piel de tu oponente<br />cubriéndolo de deseo<br />y amándolo eternamente<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R7OnPm_cFzI/AAAAAAAAABE/UWseotnWER4/s1600-h/boobies.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166657084130596658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R7OnPm_cFzI/AAAAAAAAABE/UWseotnWER4/s400/boobies.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765870155984878677-8052859092707777268?l=papacocida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Kitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09079899445870778256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765870155984878677.post-35085693770996096882008-02-08T13:36:00.000-08:002008-12-11T15:24:38.422-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R6zLb0gempI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WQwkGgqguNw/s1600-h/Poder1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164726551498889874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R6zLb0gempI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WQwkGgqguNw/s320/Poder1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Con ojos de recelo y un potente rayo de luz entre sus parpados de mar. La eternidad busca su liberación, mas el algodón lo tiene atado a los dogmas de la cruz. La penuria cubre su rostro y la sombra de la madera, no le deja ver con claridad. Ahora como buen verdugo de la humanidad, se dispone pretender que todo esta bien. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765870155984878677-3508569377099609688?l=papacocida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Kitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09079899445870778256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765870155984878677.post-1765449482530274352008-02-06T07:48:00.000-08:002008-12-11T15:24:39.063-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R6nXA0gemnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WGZflX8LCi4/s1600-h/arte1%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163894856851823218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le4muldInTw/R6nXA0gemnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WGZflX8LCi4/s320/arte1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765870155984878677-176544948253027435?l=papacocida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Kitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09079899445870778256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765870155984878677.post-62901340354002419242008-01-06T20:43:00.000-08:002008-01-06T20:45:39.036-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4765870155984878677-6290134035400241924?l=papacocida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr. Kitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09079899445870778256noreply@blogger.com0