tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674255839432788052011-11-13T18:15:22.026-08:00Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-44219272234854803592011-11-13T18:12:00.001-08:002011-11-13T18:15:22.056-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdC94MZN0RA/TsB5SFWQEBI/AAAAAAAAAso/PnE0fD8MADU/s1600/ripened%2Binto%2Blove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdC94MZN0RA/TsB5SFWQEBI/AAAAAAAAAso/PnE0fD8MADU/s400/ripened%2Binto%2Blove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674668882066935826" /></a><br /><br />Esto nunca pasa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-4421927223485480359?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-28640099771190862402011-08-18T17:32:00.000-07:002011-08-18T18:17:38.297-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKGZd3mnos8/Tk25GAkY79I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/K9J3S2RQtY4/s1600/marc-dorcel-3d-porn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKGZd3mnos8/Tk25GAkY79I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/K9J3S2RQtY4/s400/marc-dorcel-3d-porn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642369421048082386" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />Una bandeja de comida precocinada alcanza la belleza absoluta a ciertas horas de la madrugada, cuando recibe las luces de un televisor que sigue encendido por pura desidia. La sucesión monótona de los anuncios de líneas eróticas proyectados sobre restos de cebolla rehidratada y fideos endurecidos. Bodegón de nuestros tiempos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-2864009977119086240?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-38633440284694242422011-08-18T17:20:00.000-07:002011-08-18T17:32:34.814-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GIxRFnBUtDY/Tk2toHxmDHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2mi1ghfxhrk/s1600/tumblr_lhaemnrJSU1qzizldo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GIxRFnBUtDY/Tk2toHxmDHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2mi1ghfxhrk/s400/tumblr_lhaemnrJSU1qzizldo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642356812958534770" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />Amor(profiláctico)de madre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-3863344028469424242?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-14810696510893483512011-08-11T10:59:00.000-07:002011-08-11T17:00:24.410-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0f28DrcFZr8/TkQYnJhS2SI/AAAAAAAAAsA/f-8lv3utKHI/s1600/file_0_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0f28DrcFZr8/TkQYnJhS2SI/AAAAAAAAAsA/f-8lv3utKHI/s400/file_0_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639659694224234786" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />En Verano, el sentido de la vida se reduce a cansarse durante el día lo suficiente para dormir bien por la noche. Creo que en Invierno la cosa funciona más o menos igual. <br />Y en Primavera. <br />Y en Otoño. <br />Año sí y año también. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-1481069651089348351?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-55955667680800946182011-08-11T10:55:00.000-07:002011-08-11T10:57:28.012-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLkt3tZPfF8/TkQX059xCJI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hfFMjiubcII/s1600/1305930495.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLkt3tZPfF8/TkQX059xCJI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hfFMjiubcII/s400/1305930495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639658831055227026" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />Hombre frágil, mujer huidiza. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-5595566768080094618?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-7501223015358142062011-08-11T10:45:00.000-07:002011-08-11T10:55:05.434-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2AEyhFqPyA/TkQV46q_UFI/AAAAAAAAArw/wgC3_Y3wHfo/s1600/5652654618_7cbf82b3c4_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2AEyhFqPyA/TkQV46q_UFI/AAAAAAAAArw/wgC3_Y3wHfo/s400/5652654618_7cbf82b3c4_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639656700941127762" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />Casi todos los animales te miran de frente. También los niños, hasta que a cierta edad aprenden esa mezquina maniobra que es mirar de reojo. Y si tienen buenos maestros en esto de la hipocresía acabarán por dominar con mucho estilo el gesto de mirarte por encima del hombro. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-750122301535814206?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-61804675446101657182011-08-11T10:10:00.000-07:002011-08-11T10:16:14.055-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7URwsJ8sKw/TkQNv9UwljI/AAAAAAAAAro/KDkGo9wohfs/s1600/tumblr_ln0a4cEuRn1qfdplfo1_500.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7URwsJ8sKw/TkQNv9UwljI/AAAAAAAAAro/KDkGo9wohfs/s400/tumblr_ln0a4cEuRn1qfdplfo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639647750941349426" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />Uno no es de donde nace ni de donde pace. Uno es de donde abreva. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-6180467544610165718?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-41084484772591438132011-08-11T09:57:00.000-07:002011-08-11T10:09:18.356-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aSnir4Xiis/TkQKNrrIk3I/AAAAAAAAArg/y-bObMPW9vI/s1600/mythoughts.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aSnir4Xiis/TkQKNrrIk3I/AAAAAAAAArg/y-bObMPW9vI/s400/mythoughts.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639643863552922482" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />Quizá se trate tan solo de sintaxis mental. Puede que la clave sea ordenar correctamente nuestro eterno discurso interior como si tuviésemos que escribir de forma legible lo que pensamos. La mayoría de las veces, pensar es redactar. <br />Aprender a hablarse a uno mismo es una de las cosas más difíciles por las que tenemos que pasar. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-4108448477259143813?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-65162789707029862582011-08-11T05:36:00.000-07:002011-08-11T05:45:58.566-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4APeExr7E4/TkPNd43DPwI/AAAAAAAAArY/Xdn-uYIC1s8/s1600/006k9c56.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4APeExr7E4/TkPNd43DPwI/AAAAAAAAArY/Xdn-uYIC1s8/s400/006k9c56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639577071761178370" /></a> <br /> <br />Si al escuchar ciertas canciones de Led Zeppelin al revés se oyen mensajes satánicos, al escuchar Bach al derecho es Dios quien toma la palabra. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-6516278970702986258?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-13221261692762269772011-08-06T18:35:00.000-07:002011-08-06T18:46:03.478-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmbUd5XYnu8/Tj3uFPR-pDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/3xD_MUwFMeA/s1600/Robert%2BCapa%252C%2BMuerte%2Bde%2Bun%2BMiliciano.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmbUd5XYnu8/Tj3uFPR-pDI/AAAAAAAAArQ/3xD_MUwFMeA/s400/Robert%2BCapa%252C%2BMuerte%2Bde%2Bun%2BMiliciano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637924082306425906" /></a><br /><br /><br />El país en el que vivo aún se rige por el divide y vencerás. Y mi generación hereda absurdamente el lastre de los crímenes que ni cometieron ni sufrieron. Pura cirugía social.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-1322126169276226977?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967425583943278805.post-73096299130383453062011-08-06T18:15:00.000-07:002011-08-06T18:29:55.990-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4BoiA8bTCY/Tj3oY3zypqI/AAAAAAAAArI/_54kU98L5G4/s1600/esposas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4BoiA8bTCY/Tj3oY3zypqI/AAAAAAAAArI/_54kU98L5G4/s400/esposas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637917822533412514" /></a><br /><br />La mayoría de nuestras opiniones están manidas y atadas al tópico. Maniatadas, en definitiva.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2967425583943278805-7309629913038345306?l=cuentagotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alfred Gotasnoreply@blogger.com0