tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86713933901745464022012-02-16T04:51:56.812-08:00Milena Berlatzky ©Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.comBlogger801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-40741648474667674082011-11-20T17:00:00.000-08:002011-11-20T17:00:24.956-08:00en un jardín iluminado por la luna<br />quisieron recordar de luz<br />un ángel de sueños era aquél gato blanco<br />un niño florido entre mis sábanas<br />quien sabrá donde se esconden tus dos garritas ahora<br />cuando en el asfalto veo<br />un pobre hombre<br />soñando con tus ojos muertos<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8p786dqzdZM/TsmimTmdk2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/_drJd3p7ECE/s1600/P1100305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8p786dqzdZM/TsmimTmdk2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/_drJd3p7ECE/s400/P1100305.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>&nbsp;debajo de sus tristes pies...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4074164847466767408?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-52820860697082412112011-09-08T19:16:00.000-07:002011-09-08T19:16:28.776-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Así como lo quiso</div><div style="text-align: center;">pendular de cable negro</div><div style="text-align: center;">asi&nbsp; ojos tristes juegos </div><div style="text-align: center;">chocolate pestañas</div><div style="text-align: center;">viento de boca de subte</div><div style="text-align: center;">ese olor ese mismo&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">¿vos sos de las chicas que se ponen perfume? </div><div style="text-align: center;">¿vos sos de las chicas que no se ponen perfume?</div><div style="text-align: center;">pregunta</div><div style="text-align: center;">nombre de arcángeles en sus letras</div><div style="text-align: center;">bebimos de las copas lindas</div><div style="text-align: center;">sin escuchar Todos a los Botes </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">asi como lo quiso&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">poeta suspendido</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">escapó en su Flight 956</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-5282086069708241211?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-49175140336580318292011-09-03T09:12:00.000-07:002011-09-03T09:23:21.975-07:00No soy buena comiendo sola<br />miro el plato y parpadeo<br />por la ventana<br />y en patio se ha instaurado<br />el círculo concéntrico<br />las ruinas circulares<br />del parque centenario <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WLKoSBEaPw/TmJTcfPwDaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BJ6eFwqr4h4/s1600/encontrarse.com.salidas_grupales_3658_0.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WLKoSBEaPw/TmJTcfPwDaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BJ6eFwqr4h4/s400/encontrarse.com.salidas_grupales_3658_0.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFHHbOtqFdo/TmJR1gFtKXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XcneeekjLKI/s1600/info39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4917514033658031829?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-74381297444524449252011-05-25T17:04:00.000-07:002011-05-25T17:04:24.198-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w95lgu-s9Gg/Td2Xuc44BOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uG8FNiIm_lk/s1600/P1090510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w95lgu-s9Gg/Td2Xuc44BOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uG8FNiIm_lk/s320/P1090510.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div>aquí empieza el silencio<br />la noche ahumada<br />el barco sin respuestas<br />la siesta robada<br />el beso suspiro<br />aquí empieza una historia de mar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7438129744452444925?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-21355792291031332512011-04-27T18:18:00.000-07:002011-04-27T18:19:34.855-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HeearWORTuE/Tbi-7-eOzTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/au7PfMweRFc/s1600/MiLeNa+066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HeearWORTuE/Tbi-7-eOzTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/au7PfMweRFc/s400/MiLeNa+066.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-2135579229103133251?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-66562085040966732072011-04-21T06:26:00.001-07:002011-04-21T06:26:14.530-07:00<p><em>para nubarrones de larga estirpe</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TbAwct4raWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/t2NhCbj4LAc/s1600-h/Con%20Sara%201982%5B14%5D.jpg"></a></p> <p>para pesadillas insurgentes </p> <p>para tardes de círculos atávicos</p> <p>para sueños concéntricos de naturaleza claustrofóbica</p> <p>para noches de asma&#160; y asfixia</p> <p>para tinieblas de miedo con ojos desorbitados</p> <p>para resistir la soledad </p> <p>amontoné&#160; sus abrazos…<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TbAwct4raWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/t2NhCbj4LAc/s1600-h/Con%20Sara%201982%5B14%5D.jpg"><img title="Con Sara 1982" border="0" alt="Con Sara 1982" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TbAwdSGQ9-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/ftTgt01xu6M/Con%20Sara%201982_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="256" height="292" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TbAwct4raWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/t2NhCbj4LAc/s1600-h/Con%20Sara%201982%5B14%5D.jpg">&#160;</a></p></em> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-6656208504096673207?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-59075383379092955562011-04-14T02:43:00.001-07:002011-04-14T02:46:06.498-07:00<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TabBzy-hEDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/mEz1ht5BKuQ/s1600-h/te%20acordas%5B12%5D.jpg"><img alt="te acordas" border="0" height="288" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TabB0aNSAQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ELhMC666KH0/te%20acordas_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="te acordas" width="198" /></a> <br />Detrás del muro<br />existe un mundo<br />Quiero saltar<br />Quiero saltarlo<br /><div align="left">Me detienen sus manos</div>Me paraliza su voz <br />En las danzas del fuego infinito<br />me llama un río…<br />Quiero ir<br />Quiero treparme <br />Quiero saltar<br />Quiero saltarlo<br /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TabB1YWapUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/t4b47UPub6I/s1600-h/PRE-muro2_jpg_869080375%5B5%5D.jpg"><img alt="PRE-muro2_jpg_869080375" border="0" height="333" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TabB2UbRiVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/MmKEQ9xaZNk/PRE-muro2_jpg_869080375_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="PRE-muro2_jpg_869080375" width="430" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-5907538337909295556?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-88568864630070143862011-03-15T16:12:00.000-07:002011-03-15T16:12:12.649-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bo2EjGk699s/TX_xQNpNofI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bHCriHXl_gU/s1600/P1090333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bo2EjGk699s/TX_xQNpNofI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bHCriHXl_gU/s320/P1090333.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">nada se siente mejor que saberte vivo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">estallar de tapiales y muros</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">platear de tibias tejas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ondulear en techos de chapa</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">subir&nbsp;del viento</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">árboles de copas exageradas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">te vas?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">te vas?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">te llevarás un río</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8856886463007014386?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-49233397239845970622011-02-22T17:11:00.000-08:002011-02-22T17:11:58.428-08:00cada vez que despierta en&nbsp;la incertidumbre <br />de no saber hasta cuando <br />si&nbsp;la lluvia es hasta siempre<br />quisiera dormirse<br />y soñar que este relámpago<br />te ha traído<br />te ha atraído<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ7sb9SoSF4/TWRep0n2kwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TPi-gkQY_QI/s1600/P1090135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ7sb9SoSF4/TWRep0n2kwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TPi-gkQY_QI/s320/P1090135.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>a pernoctar entre&nbsp;sus dedos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4923339723984597062?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-78491591507097866232011-02-05T09:43:00.000-08:002011-02-14T18:01:10.963-08:00<div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232;"><b>existen atardeceres donde lo concéntrico del cuerpo&nbsp;</b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232;"><b>se funde&nbsp;</b></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #f1c232;"><b>en el furioso&nbsp; silencio del sol</b></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TU2KYHinWkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4oaBedtEKTs/s1600/La+Paloma+398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TU2KYHinWkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4oaBedtEKTs/s320/La+Paloma+398.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TU2KluBh9qI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rRvFMA8lr14/s1600/La+Paloma+397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TU2KluBh9qI/AAAAAAAAAY8/rRvFMA8lr14/s320/La+Paloma+397.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TU2K6z6SGUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/it_Dy959c_4/s1600/La+Paloma+399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TU2K6z6SGUI/AAAAAAAAAZA/it_Dy959c_4/s320/La+Paloma+399.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7849159150709786623?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-75065370125294004182010-11-26T15:31:00.001-08:002011-02-05T09:48:07.847-08:00&nbsp;<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TPBDN3jgr_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/zNF35n9HRgs/s1600-h/P1070606%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="P1070606" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TPBDPy6B9tI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fpP-SqwKIFw/P1070606_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" title="P1070606" width="184" /></a><br /><div align="right">él sabe que a veces </div><div align="right">no alcanzar la meta cuando se salta </div><div align="right">es un lado de la suerte</div><div align="left">prefiere elegir paciencia de trébol </div><div align="left">prefiere disimular su espera incontenible</div><div align="right">Vendrán con el mediodía</div><div align="right">Volverán&nbsp; a plenaluz</div>Llegarán a las doce porque él sueña más fuerte que todos los gatos<br /><div align="right">bajo el marco de la puerta&nbsp;</div><div align="right">da tiempo al tiempo </div><div align="right">el gran cazador de moscas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7506537012529400418?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-65183390083905791222010-10-05T14:20:00.001-07:002010-10-05T14:20:54.859-07:00<p>&#160;</p> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TKuWsjI12vI/AAAAAAAAAYE/fPERtYIi81M/s1600-h/Julio%20113%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="Julio 113" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="160" alt="Julio 113" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TKuWtOAYwaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/oKkio_fcklQ/Julio%20113_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> <p>mirar de ciudad </p> <p>como si un dolor de arena imposible</p> <p>estuviera desliéndose</p> <p>en sus dedos…</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-6518339008390579122?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-35489079863770814782010-09-14T10:05:00.000-07:002010-09-14T10:05:42.449-07:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TI-rKh1PQtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RLw1y1FjMbE/s1600/Septiembre+130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TI-rKh1PQtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RLw1y1FjMbE/s320/Septiembre+130.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Tanto buscar</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">tanto seguir</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">tanto leer </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">tanto recorrer sin camino</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">tanto volar sin destino</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">y sólo habia q esperar...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">aquí estaba el susurro del viento</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">acariciando mi epidermis de sombras</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">entonces veo&nbsp;que el&nbsp;sol</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">está escondido</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">adentro de una llama&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-3548907986377081478?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-90286900618228028322010-09-05T18:36:00.001-07:002010-09-05T18:36:56.202-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TIRD1VHiduI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9TdrDjbAeYI/s1600/madryn+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TIRD1VHiduI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9TdrDjbAeYI/s400/madryn+004.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-9028690061822802832?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-53612414732267984172010-09-05T18:27:00.000-07:002010-09-05T18:27:26.997-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TIRDIxxVDeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-w77j8USEbg/s1600/pir%C3%A1mides+186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TIRDIxxVDeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-w77j8USEbg/s400/pir%C3%A1mides+186.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">recordame cómo eramos cuando no teniamos que ser nosotros</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-5361241473226798417?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-9260097229436208252010-06-10T08:15:00.000-07:002010-06-10T08:17:13.948-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TBEAv6wdVaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/U3rmxXD88rU/s1600/gatito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/TBEAv6wdVaI/AAAAAAAAAXA/U3rmxXD88rU/s200/gatito.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>acaricio silencios atigrados<br />como si<br />mis alas te atraparan <br />en los sueños<br />soy la sombra aquella<br />con&nbsp; la que juegan tus pies<br />cuando estás desnuda...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-926009722943620825?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-1761570461324769382010-05-14T18:36:00.000-07:002010-05-14T18:37:26.047-07:00Mente mariposa<br /><br />La mente es como una mariposa<br />que se posa sobre una rosa<br />o revolotea en un montón de heces hediondas<br />baja en picado a un autobús exhausto<br />o descansa en el porche, en una silla, una flor respirando<br />-abierta y cerrada balanceando brisa de Tennessee-<br />Vuela a Texas a un congreso<br />salta por la maleza en campos petrolíferos<br />Algunos dicen que estas alas de arco iris tienen alma<br />otros dicen que son cerebro vacío<br />alas diminutas automáticas con grandes ojos<br />que se fijan sobre la página.<br /><br /> 29/2/97, 2:15 a.m. NYC<br /><br />Versión de Ana Becciu<br />De "Muerte y fama" Editorial Lumen, S.A. 2000<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-176157046132476938?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-38789887753438447272010-04-24T09:02:00.000-07:002010-04-24T09:09:44.682-07:00Y entonces llegó la luna, y dejó al mar sólo en su casa.Empezó a contar una historia que decía:-"aquella noche misógina, detrás de la ventana se oía el llanto de una hoja canson muy blanca,envidiando la mancha secreta que guardaba en la pierna derecha<br />el extraño sabor de tu nacimiento"...- pero el mar salió de su escondite y vino a cubrirnos a todos de saladas aguas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-3878988775343844727?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-51730910255207164772010-02-11T18:36:00.000-08:002010-02-11T18:42:11.495-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S3S_7bqc6GI/AAAAAAAAAWs/nXRFKsQiBr0/s1600-h/A+Madryn+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S3S_7bqc6GI/AAAAAAAAAWs/nXRFKsQiBr0/s400/A+Madryn+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437181677902030946" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S3S_7PbcGHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2H-fxwohoGU/s1600-h/A+Madryn+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S3S_7PbcGHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2H-fxwohoGU/s400/A+Madryn+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437181674617837682" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S3S_6lH1psI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ia7eP_JFclA/s1600-h/madryn+124.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S3S_6lH1psI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ia7eP_JFclA/s400/madryn+124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437181663261337282" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-5173091025520716477?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-40935158426075443722010-02-11T18:32:00.000-08:002010-02-11T18:36:06.295-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S3S-h3VvH8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/36Jq8y7ZTmg/s1600-h/madryn+133.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S3S-h3VvH8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/36Jq8y7ZTmg/s320/madryn+133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437180139143110594" /></a><br />GIRAMOS SOBRE LA TIERRA<br />MIRÉ PARA ABAJO EN UN DESCUIDO Y ALLÍ LEJOS<br />DE UN AZUL BRILLANTE <br />SE DESPERTABA <br />EL OCÉANO PACÍFICO...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4093515842607544372?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-23430766185868773032010-01-24T17:58:00.000-08:002010-01-24T18:04:23.371-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S1z7cZ-P95I/AAAAAAAAAWM/izDBnu-kzEM/s1600-h/MiLeNa+073.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S1z7cZ-P95I/AAAAAAAAAWM/izDBnu-kzEM/s320/MiLeNa+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430491716128864146" /></a><br /><em></em>libélulas fluorescentes<br />malabarear cuchillos sin sueños esponjosos<br />mariposas incognoscibles prestigitan<br />caleidoscópicas formas de nubes<br />el agua cae en gotas concéntricas<br />llorar en año nuevo no es buen presagio<br />los herbajes oceánicos olvidan sus flores<br />los ojos azul elíptico comienzan a desviarse<br />se oye un corazón crujir en braille<br />despertar en el fondo de una cisterna celeste<br />Alguien golpea la puerta<br /><br />Silencio<br /><br />Puede ser la muerte.<em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-2343076618586877303?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-65352215435960232722010-01-18T18:17:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:24:45.789-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S1UW6DKUV9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/7g_pt9H9RC4/s1600-h/MiLeNa+051.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S1UW6DKUV9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/7g_pt9H9RC4/s320/MiLeNa+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428270112401807314" /></a><br />Y cuando te choco en la puerta de un Mc.Donald<br />sé que tus ojos son<br />Como ver pasar un tren de herrumbre corazón<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-6535221543596023272?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-87950926088397685902010-01-12T18:58:00.000-08:002010-01-12T19:20:07.973-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S007yy-SVjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8paRmEC8DlM/s1600-h/mujer+sentada+con+vestido+azul.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S007yy-SVjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8paRmEC8DlM/s320/mujer+sentada+con+vestido+azul.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426058869913835058" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em></em>despidieron un terrible amor de viento<br />de la peor manera<br />ella lloró martes durante siglos<br />él decidió un suicidio secreto y silencioso<br />entre la niebla espesa<br />entre la arena turbulenta<br />podrán resplandecer entre los sueños<br />las heridas del vino volvieron como presagios fulgentes<br />en las cuerdas dormidas del arpa de dionisios<br /><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8795092608839768590?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-80622165603584935582010-01-11T20:08:00.000-08:002010-01-11T20:24:38.614-08:00<em></em>negro planchado<br />triste de pie<br />disimula como si yo <br />no los estuviese observando en el sillón<br />me susurran kilómetros de penas abyacentes<br />me cuentan dos silencios y tres lágrimas<br />cuando el dueño se ha ido para siempre<br />sonrío <br />intento acercarme<br />de un bolsillo resbala un llavero de mujer<br />sus pantalones Vans no duermen <br />esta noche<br />me contarán una historia<em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8062216560358493558?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-2344448994336191682010-01-06T01:45:00.001-08:002010-01-06T01:49:46.553-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S0RchxmhHMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/f-0gE-476o8/s1600-h/c+est+la+vie+003.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S0RchxmhHMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/f-0gE-476o8/s320/c+est+la+vie+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423561586581249218" /></a><em><strong>Rota la ilusión de mi esperanza <br />Toda la razón de mi existir <br />Este corazón se quedó solo también <br />Buscando su consuelo en el ayer. <br /> Del barrio me voy <br />Del barrio me fui <br />Triste melodía que oigo al partir <br />Voy dejando atrás todo el arrabal <br />En mi recuerdo.</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-234444899433619168?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-86518893438139066142010-01-05T10:17:00.000-08:002010-01-05T10:21:53.490-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S0ODNJ19PoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4EjR60quYKg/s1600-h/el+disco+rojo+persiguiendo+a+la+alondra.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S0ODNJ19PoI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4EjR60quYKg/s320/el+disco+rojo+persiguiendo+a+la+alondra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423322638287978114" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>y en un mundo paralelo existen días<br />donde mi cuerpo es de cartón <br />mo-ver-me-con-los-bra-zos-pla-nos<br />temer que llueva<br />esquivar la fibra azul<br />y vos<br />de aquel lado del mundo<br />recortás mi sonrisa<br />para hacer un señalador</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8651889343813906614?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-78802345800721762502010-01-05T10:13:00.000-08:002010-01-05T10:23:15.291-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S0OBs17vWoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9YbqCqzLYBA/s1600-h/Fin+de+Junio+031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/S0OBs17vWoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9YbqCqzLYBA/s320/Fin+de+Junio+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423320983676082818" /></a><br /><em>pero yo sé que hubo<br />un primer payaso en el mundo<br />que hizo reír a todos los demás<br />y el corazón de los hombres<br />es demasiado pequeño<br />para comprender las almas grandes</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7880234580072176250?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-55179506277236547642009-12-22T09:04:00.000-08:002009-12-22T09:13:36.469-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SzD9aSkMofI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zPQ3jMoKfuU/s1600-h/Noviembre+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SzD9aSkMofI/AAAAAAAAAVU/zPQ3jMoKfuU/s320/Noviembre+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418108979828793842" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SzD9aHZHcOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/YT7s9KTTowM/s1600-h/vaquita+d+san+antonio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SzD9aHZHcOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/YT7s9KTTowM/s320/vaquita+d+san+antonio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418108976829526242" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SzD9ZrZpkkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DroVVruqLto/s1600-h/D%C3%ADa+de+la+Madre+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SzD9ZrZpkkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DroVVruqLto/s320/D%C3%ADa+de+la+Madre+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418108969315570242" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-5517950627723654764?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-5754506748706114032009-12-16T21:45:00.000-08:002009-12-16T21:48:08.884-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SynGEqsJdzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Rbf8LVGTTgU/s1600-h/MiLeNa+066.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SynGEqsJdzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Rbf8LVGTTgU/s320/MiLeNa+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416077810370967346" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-575450674870611403?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-71149700965890604562009-12-11T15:04:00.000-08:002009-12-11T15:08:36.074-08:00<em></em>Los portadores de sueños sobrevivieron a los climas gélidos<br />pero en los climas cálidos casi parecían brotar por generación espontánea.<br />Quizá las palmeras, los cielos azules, las lluvias torrenciales<br />tuvieron algo que ver con esto,<br />la verdad es que como laboriosas hormiguitas<br />estos especímenes no dejaban de soñar y de construir<br />hermosos mundos,<br />mundos de hermanos, de hombres y mujeres que se llamaban compañeros,<br />que se enseñaban unos a otros a leer, se consolaban en las muertes,<br />se curaban y cuidaban entre ellos, se querían, se ayudaban en el<br />arte de querer y en la defensa de la felicidad.<br />Eran felices en su mundo de azúcar y viento<br />y de todas partes venían a impregnarse de su aliento<br />y de sus claras miradas<br />y hacia todas partes salían los que los habían conocido<br />portando sueños<br />soñando con profecías nuevas<br />que hablaban de tiempos de mariposas y ruiseñores<br />en que el mundo no tendría que terminar en la hecatombe<br />y, por el contrario, los cientificos diseñarían<br />fuentes, jardines, juguetes sorprendentes<br />para hacer más gozosa la felicidad del hombre.<br />Son peligrosos -imprimían las grandes rotativas<br />Son peligrosos -decían los presidentes en sus discursos.<br />Son peligrosos -murmuraban los artífices de la guerra<br />Hay que destruirlos -imprimían las grandes rotativas<br />Hay que destruirlos -decían los presidentes en sus discursos<br />Hay que destruirlos -murmuraban los artífices de la guerra.<br />Los portadores de sueños conocían su poder<br />y por eso no se extrañaban<br />Y también sabían que la vida los habia engendrado<br />para protegerse de la muerte que anuncian las profecías.<br />Y por eso defendían su vida aun con la muerte.<br />Y por eso cultivaban jardines de sueños<br />y los exportaban con grandes lazos de colores<br />y los profetas de la oscuridad se pasaban noches y días enteros<br />vigilando los pasajes y los caminos<br />buscando estos peligrosos cargamentos<br />que nunca lograban atrapar<br />porque el que no tiene ojos para soñar<br />no ve los sueños ni de día, ni de noche.<br /><br />Gioconda Belli<em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7114970096589060456?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-47508867606833276762009-12-09T11:27:00.000-08:002009-12-09T11:40:10.809-08:00<em>camalote</em><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sx_7gpDSSBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FBArfYEbOmM/s1600-h/Noviembre+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sx_7gpDSSBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FBArfYEbOmM/s320/Noviembre+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413321815316645906" /></a><em> piedritas</em><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sx_7gMVt_XI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z_6ZxO1BYKE/s1600-h/Noviembre+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sx_7gMVt_XI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z_6ZxO1BYKE/s320/Noviembre+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413321807609331058" /></a><em> ola</em><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sx_7f4xScYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/H4oXNRQKUIM/s1600-h/Noviembre+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sx_7f4xScYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/H4oXNRQKUIM/s320/Noviembre+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413321802356257154" /></a><br /><em>Playa</em><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sx_7fqrYp3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/IFa3xukYK80/s1600-h/Noviembre+019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sx_7fqrYp3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/IFa3xukYK80/s320/Noviembre+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413321798573401970" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4750886760683327676?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-85159720309189996912009-11-29T08:17:00.001-08:002009-11-29T08:21:25.130-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SxKffq9usvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UnffyrsLHMY/s1600/Noviembre+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SxKffq9usvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/UnffyrsLHMY/s320/Noviembre+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409561468883350258" /></a><br /><br /><em></em>existen lugares a los uno vuelve<br />sin haberse ido nunca...<em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8515972030918999691?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-54579657466328890982009-11-23T05:35:00.000-08:002009-11-23T05:52:33.370-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwqTjZNaouI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Sku4oP_v3kA/s1600/Festejos+Kunzi+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwqTjZNaouI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Sku4oP_v3kA/s320/Festejos+Kunzi+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407296538883564258" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwqRcwu1I2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/2R0mXEM-EoA/s1600/Festejos+Kunzi+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwqRcwu1I2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/2R0mXEM-EoA/s320/Festejos+Kunzi+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407294225915388770" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwqRcYcNDOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eWeQkHM4-3k/s1600/Juanma+malabares.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwqRcYcNDOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/eWeQkHM4-3k/s320/Juanma+malabares.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407294219394813154" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwqRbcF25KI/AAAAAAAAATc/x9Ca23PwmjU/s1600/Festejos+Kunzi+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwqRbcF25KI/AAAAAAAAATc/x9Ca23PwmjU/s320/Festejos+Kunzi+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407294203194959010" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-5457965746632889098?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-78941600501986389112009-11-18T14:06:00.000-08:002009-11-18T14:08:56.524-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwRwG0nY4fI/AAAAAAAAATU/s_TgxQYKkTg/s1600/Uruguay+102.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwRwG0nY4fI/AAAAAAAAATU/s_TgxQYKkTg/s400/Uruguay+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405568715256816114" /></a><br />...pero yo sé <br />que andás por allí<br />pintándole un sol<br />a las nubes...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7894160050198638911?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-79173803711712622212009-11-16T10:26:00.000-08:002009-11-16T10:39:36.787-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwGZjvkC2yI/AAAAAAAAATM/uaVmwlJa1Do/s1600/Uruguay+081.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwGZjvkC2yI/AAAAAAAAATM/uaVmwlJa1Do/s400/Uruguay+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404769867163425570" /></a><br /><br />¿hacia dónde caminarás?<br />¿quién compartirá tus vuelos?<br />¿hacia dónde iras esta vez?<br />buscando una estrella en la noche<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7917380371171262221?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-38957882542394190332009-10-17T15:07:00.000-07:002009-11-16T10:25:49.878-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwGZI_mx2XI/AAAAAAAAATE/owY2CtifvLQ/s1600/ksa+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SwGZI_mx2XI/AAAAAAAAATE/owY2CtifvLQ/s400/ksa+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404769407613393266" /></a><br />...y si cerrás la puerta<br />no voy a escuchar<br />cuando el río<br />venga a visitarme<em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-3895788254239419033?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-8054099374106993172009-10-17T14:54:00.000-07:002009-10-17T15:10:51.856-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sto9z4YHLnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o6guK3eyWwc/s1600-h/m+paz"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sto9z4YHLnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o6guK3eyWwc/s400/m+paz" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393691465245732466" /></a><br /><em></em>a veces sueño<br />que alguien golpea <br />pero sólo es la noche<br />viene a reventar los globos <br />de último cumpleaños<em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-805409937410699317?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-24366899201020441142009-10-05T14:00:00.000-07:002009-10-05T14:29:25.400-07:00... y entonces llegó la proteccionista de caballos Mirta Nasta: “Voy a hacer la denuncia y no se lo vamos a devolver. De ahora en más nosotros nos encargaremos”, sentenció frente a la atónita mirada de la familia carenciada...<br /><br />Estaba tan enfurecida nuestra "Heroína" la proteccionista de caballos que llegó a su casa y pidió a su esposo que hiciera un asado con muchas achuras y morcillas para sus amigos, de aperitivo un poquito de vizcacha y conejo en escabeche :-menos mal que estos animalitos no tienen proteccionistas- pensó porque son tan ricos....<br />y luego necesitó ir al baño y usó mucho mucho papel, sin preguntarse si quiera cuántas aves mueren cuando se hace toooodoo este papelito...cuántos animalitos se necesitan para confeccionar el lindo tapado que llevaba en la mañana, ni cuantos litros de aceite de ballenitas se precisan para este aromático jabón de tocador, esta hermosa crema antiarrugas y aquel lindo shampoo con olorcito a algas y delfines del océano pacífico...<br />entonces la proteccionistas de caballos duerme y sueña que le darán un premio donde les agradecerá a todos sus queridos, y no se acordará ni un poquito de la familia que vive comiendo lo que ella deshecha en una bolsita de basura...<br />al fin y al cabo en esta selva, el único animal que está desprotegido es <strong><em>el hombre</em></strong><br /><br />enlace:<br />http://www.unoentrerios.com.ar/v2/noticias/?id=7164<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-2436689920102044114?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-21199732157437903132009-09-14T11:31:00.001-07:002009-09-14T11:34:14.452-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sq6MWpuOTQI/AAAAAAAAASs/tRqkiQaOxkc/s1600-h/Milena+en+chino.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sq6MWpuOTQI/AAAAAAAAASs/tRqkiQaOxkc/s400/Milena+en+chino.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381392925539060994" /></a><br /><em>el nombre<br />ese lugar<br />al que regreso<br />sin haberme<br />ido nunca...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-2119973215743790313?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-89389284403062667112009-08-26T21:00:00.000-07:002009-08-26T21:04:12.913-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SpYFt3vDCmI/AAAAAAAAASc/Khee1HZghb0/s1600-h/displayimage_php.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SpYFt3vDCmI/AAAAAAAAASc/Khee1HZghb0/s400/displayimage_php.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374489490926799458" /></a><br />< y salir como si<br />este sueño<br />esta pinturamuro<br />este vientito septiembre<br />fueran el único rincón donde<br />esconderse de uno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8938928440306266711?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-37169827076990050372009-08-21T13:38:00.000-07:002009-08-21T13:43:09.877-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/So8G1s5271I/AAAAAAAAASM/Z1fRvzAeyKA/s1600-h/Agosto+033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/So8G1s5271I/AAAAAAAAASM/Z1fRvzAeyKA/s400/Agosto+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372520400132960082" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-3716982707699005037?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-63630697553026734062009-08-21T13:18:00.000-07:002009-08-21T13:24:29.807-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/So8CLawiHrI/AAAAAAAAASE/2NlXuHZ00rg/s1600-h/solari_invitaciones_(comp).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/So8CLawiHrI/AAAAAAAAASE/2NlXuHZ00rg/s400/solari_invitaciones_(comp).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372515275660992178" /></a><br />La mujer observa<br />desde un cuadro la mujer <br />y yo<br />revelo en sus ojos<br />mi tristeza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-6363069755302673406?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-58205850925983625222009-08-18T19:29:00.000-07:002009-08-18T19:32:38.354-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SotkMs4YeOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8bbm-I8Hxkk/s1600-h/Agosto+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SotkMs4YeOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8bbm-I8Hxkk/s400/Agosto+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371497149938301154" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-5820585092598362522?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-32490103844002032162009-08-10T07:51:00.000-07:002009-08-10T07:54:50.344-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SoA0TqsyZAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fhtc0H-dQhw/s1600-h/Marzo+031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SoA0TqsyZAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fhtc0H-dQhw/s400/Marzo+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368348268309931010" /></a><br />a veces recuerdo que esperaba tanto<br />tanto esperaba a veces<br />recuerdo tanto que esperaba a veces<br />que tanto <br /> esperaba<br /> recuerdo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-3249010384400203216?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-53316066265523353342009-08-06T20:44:00.000-07:002009-08-06T20:49:18.658-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SnukLN-peJI/AAAAAAAAARs/rfp8LXtHD4I/s1600-h/Julio+112.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SnukLN-peJI/AAAAAAAAARs/rfp8LXtHD4I/s320/Julio+112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367063893580019858" /></a><br /><strong></strong>no sé a dónde ibamos<br />pero llegamos aquí<strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-5331606626552335334?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-72491071611259061932009-08-06T09:53:00.000-07:002009-08-06T09:55:42.886-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SnsK01WC9YI/AAAAAAAAARk/Km9_wpcfhKA/s1600-h/Julio+099.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SnsK01WC9YI/AAAAAAAAARk/Km9_wpcfhKA/s320/Julio+099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366895283731101058" /></a><br />yo soñaba con tener un prismático para espiar a los flamencos rosados en el cráter del agua roja<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7249107161125906193?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-26576431222081287362009-07-19T12:33:00.000-07:002009-07-19T12:37:04.025-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SmN1fdXGACI/AAAAAAAAARc/iS03OdtHlEs/s1600-h/Julio+032.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SmN1fdXGACI/AAAAAAAAARc/iS03OdtHlEs/s320/Julio+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360257164818907170" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SmN1e7f0OEI/AAAAAAAAARU/Q353rm7W8jQ/s1600-h/Julio+038.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SmN1e7f0OEI/AAAAAAAAARU/Q353rm7W8jQ/s320/Julio+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360257155728685122" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-2657643122208128736?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-37656337600017977932009-07-19T12:23:00.000-07:002009-07-19T12:54:47.749-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SmN0xUaUKFI/AAAAAAAAARM/5x625sHROsU/s1600-h/Julio+033.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SmN0xUaUKFI/AAAAAAAAARM/5x625sHROsU/s320/Julio+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360256372142516306" /></a><br />flotar deseando un viaje silencio<br />ser Colombina en vuelo <br />es siempre ser ladrona<br />del resto-cielo que no cayó<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-3765633760001797793?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-75146326819605961262009-07-04T08:01:00.000-07:002009-07-04T08:09:50.524-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sk9wOM_FBlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/N1JKObuEj24/s1600-h/P1020036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sk9wOM_FBlI/AAAAAAAAAQs/N1JKObuEj24/s320/P1020036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354621871273084498" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sk9wN5twfkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QYvm1B70BW0/s1600-h/P1020041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sk9wN5twfkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QYvm1B70BW0/s320/P1020041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354621866100162114" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sk9wNWf4KFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/64n7aRTtqQM/s1600-h/P1020040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sk9wNWf4KFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/64n7aRTtqQM/s320/P1020040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354621856646703186" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7514632681960596126?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-39538122271087486522009-07-03T14:26:00.000-07:002009-07-03T14:38:18.067-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sk56PPXcQaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kV4FmfSZ_t0/s1600-h/P1000072.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sk56PPXcQaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/kV4FmfSZ_t0/s400/P1000072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354351409231577506" /></a><br /><br /><br /> <strong><em>UN MUSEO ES UNA CASA<br /> DONDE LAS PAREDES RESPIRAN</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-3953812227108748652?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-65690691194850368512009-06-26T22:37:00.000-07:002009-06-26T22:39:22.014-07:00<strong>Desde que la perdí<br />hasta hoy, pobre de mí,<br />cada vez más borracho,<br />ruedo de mostrador<br />en mostrador:<br />jefe: ¿tienen gazpacho?<br />Pero... qué hermosa era<br />cuando iba de mi brazo por la acera,<br />¿ustedes me han mirado?,<br />pedirle a ese bombón que me quisiera<br />¿no les parece que era<br />pedirle demasiado?</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-6569069119485036851?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-45206366764911272802009-06-14T14:26:00.000-07:002009-06-14T14:29:26.274-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SjVrjN7OzJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9tdGmS5haM0/s1600-h/256-foto-normal.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SjVrjN7OzJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9tdGmS5haM0/s320/256-foto-normal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347298385350020242" /></a><br /><br /><em></em>si te hubieras quedado Victoria...<br />pequeña estatua <br />de luz<em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4520636676491127280?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-5866632279191658172009-06-14T14:18:00.000-07:002009-06-14T14:25:58.145-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SjVqcMjYhBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XJkBBxvbfOg/s1600-h/C%25C3%25A1diz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SjVqcMjYhBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XJkBBxvbfOg/s400/C%25C3%25A1diz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347297165210846226" /></a><br /><br />ventarrón de palabras con grietas<br />un río de remolinos inconstantes<br />no saber como llegar al punto<br />a la coma <br />a las negritas<br />ya no hay fiestas <br />ni tirones de tiroides<br />un whisky jazzero y añejo<br />un viejo ha dicho<br />-el dolor cuando puede escabullir<br />se convierte en pez-<br />me voy amigos<br />devolveré este camarón a su mar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-586663227919165817?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-83609460862295002412009-05-20T07:48:00.000-07:002009-05-20T07:55:08.027-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/ShQZx_1RxII/AAAAAAAAAPU/jESNIAhhHxw/s1600-h/evolution.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/ShQZx_1RxII/AAAAAAAAAPU/jESNIAhhHxw/s400/evolution.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337919805080061058" /></a><br />eslabón perdido recuerda<br />soplo de vida liviana en el mar<br />nos convertimos en dueños sueños<br />eterno haz de luz<br />que nos quemó <br />entre sus dedos <br />47 millonesaños después<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8360946086229500241?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-22585421993548915642009-05-18T09:37:00.000-07:002009-05-25T09:01:07.417-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/ShGPUPmrF4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/grwmJ5YMdA4/s1600-h/rockero%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/ShGPUPmrF4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/grwmJ5YMdA4/s400/rockero%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337204611359643522" /></a><br /><strong>escucho tu canción camarón de viento seco</strong><br /><br /><em>Juan Manuel Kunzi en el ojo de Pablo Merlo...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-2258542199354891564?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-23295173277621281462009-04-26T22:34:00.000-07:002009-04-26T22:38:49.078-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SfVE1v_qz4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Md_e_R8JjgI/s1600-h/ensayo+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SfVE1v_qz4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Md_e_R8JjgI/s400/ensayo+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329241424270118786" /></a><br />en el fondo de casa<br />en el patio<br />hay un par de juguetes sin luz<br />y las voces<br />tus voces<br />no pueden salvarlos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-2329517327762128146?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-82263682777113456662009-04-26T22:30:00.000-07:002009-04-26T22:31:03.317-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SfVDEDqNcUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2AiMwAKvxRY/s1600-h/DARLONG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SfVDEDqNcUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2AiMwAKvxRY/s400/DARLONG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329239471043735874" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8226368277711345666?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-74472077211558118032009-04-08T13:39:00.000-07:002009-04-08T13:47:35.067-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sd0MnZQapNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qt6acjP2qmg/s1600-h/P1030014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sd0MnZQapNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qt6acjP2qmg/s400/P1030014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322424205555967186" /></a><br />una luna azul con libre placer susurra<br />-cómo se puede haber tenido tanto<br />y perderlo-<br />en las montañas he visto la nieve<br />en el mar <br />la mejor de las caracolas<br />alguien hablaba dentro de mi<br />alguien pidió ayuda desde mi vientre esa noche<br />no he muerto <br />estoy ilesa<br />las apariencias crecerán como enredaderas vacías<br />alguien estaba hablando desde adentro<br />pidiéndome que la deje ir que la deje ir<br />un día <br />Victoria<br />encontraré tu luz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7447207721155811803?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-4659966035162948542009-03-20T06:18:00.000-07:002009-03-20T06:20:52.829-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/ScOYLDP3jAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/AUxgA29AaTo/s1600-h/Rosario+Smowing+%26+autres+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/ScOYLDP3jAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/AUxgA29AaTo/s400/Rosario+Smowing+%26+autres+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315259300845161474" /></a><br />PRIMER DIA DEL OTOÑO...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-465996603516294854?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-36251957296101265782009-03-15T20:34:00.000-07:002009-03-15T20:40:35.003-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sb3KIIr2UYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3AGhSzg9xVE/s1600-h/Uruguay+193.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sb3KIIr2UYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3AGhSzg9xVE/s400/Uruguay+193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313625376486216066" /></a><br /><br /><strong>la piel del mar viaja exigua<br />espuma nómade <br /> de besos</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-3625195729610126578?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-74627710297755645522009-03-04T12:02:00.000-08:002009-03-04T12:22:54.023-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sa7i8nTGBwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/55-yqaJwwz0/s1600-h/lluvia.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/Sa7i8nTGBwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/55-yqaJwwz0/s400/lluvia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309430541685491458" /></a><br />cuando la lluvia se va <br />permanece <br />continua constante pertinaz<br />en caída vertical <br />el metronomo azul de la gotera<br />...<br />él pasa<br />tres gotas se enredan en sus rulos<br />vuelve y la increpa<br />¿vos la tenés conmigo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7462771029775564552?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-43747574617783611392009-02-01T23:20:00.000-08:002009-02-26T04:34:45.895-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SaaMWshX3cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Aa0DX6s39mk/s1600-h/Rosario+Con+Amigas+011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SaaMWshX3cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Aa0DX6s39mk/s400/Rosario+Con+Amigas+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307083532438855106" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em></em>qué triste nos deja el río<br />cuando se va tras un mar...<em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4374757461778361139?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-86176118504025254822009-01-21T05:04:00.000-08:002009-01-21T05:16:31.374-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SXcfVaEdTOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wePhoq4HY3s/s1600-h/2789420885_d656323759.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SXcfVaEdTOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wePhoq4HY3s/s400/2789420885_d656323759.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293734339633040610" /></a><br />palabras como.muecas de hamacas despiertas.pendulan ojos de antenas.un pulpo cíclope intenta adivinar íntimos deseos.yo también cuelgo equilibrio.yo también vivo en un hilo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8617611850402525482?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-72733943602304467302008-10-25T15:55:00.000-07:002008-11-24T09:05:37.624-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SSre01h6XXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/orBC-c4gdBM/s1600-h/Marzo+2006+060.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SSre01h6XXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/orBC-c4gdBM/s400/Marzo+2006+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272271313094466930" /></a><br /><br />Caminar de pecas en círculos<br />esta arboleda se está cubriendo <br />de besos <br />sin saber no duermo por esos ojos<br />quizás alguien.cuente.historia.<br />después puede cerrarse<br />el aire redondel<br />aquel lugar que nadie ocupará<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7273394360230446730?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-42375668190771695062008-10-18T09:55:00.000-07:002008-10-18T10:01:12.487-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SPoV_xDS7RI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wqM4rSbGLO8/s1600-h/el+rancho+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SPoV_xDS7RI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wqM4rSbGLO8/s320/el+rancho+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258539700151577874" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong><br />Mi alma doblada <br />de una vereda infinita<br /><br />todas sus calles<br />terminan en el río</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4237566819077169506?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-53493050138201759312008-10-09T01:01:00.000-07:002008-10-09T01:24:11.231-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SO29SP_p-2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IhGHli9VvUk/s1600-h/MiLeNa+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SO29SP_p-2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IhGHli9VvUk/s400/MiLeNa+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255064461440056162" /></a><br /><br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Sin una puerta donde TOC TOC/ <br />Gugleo buscando /Un nombre que aguante/ <br />Zapatos pagiados/ Ataques de asepsia/ Pánico de caer/ <br />Tiré demasiada basura en la casa del vecino/ <br />En la morgue mis huesos/Les dirán algo más.</strong></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-5349305013820175931?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-26455589636469763782008-09-16T11:41:00.001-07:002008-09-17T17:16:02.062-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SM_-GI7N5VI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KJKbe4i3U_8/s1600-h/Fin+de+Junio+089.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SM_-GI7N5VI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KJKbe4i3U_8/s400/Fin+de+Junio+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246691472338445650" /></a><br />Rubia <br />Travestidas Tinturas <br />moléculas silicona piel<br />desesperada<br />exasperada<br />desorbitada<br />ojos fijos en el punto de todas las ies<br />cruza la 9 de julio endiabladamente<br />como si un niño<br />estuviese siendo arrollado sobre la linea peatonal<br />cielo rojo llovizna<br />semáforos inexactos<br />carteles polivalentes<br />intermitente luz<br />¿a dónde irán alteradas uñas?<br />se pierde en el subterráneo<br />sus nervios <br />se convertirán en rayos<br />de sombras <br />sin luz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-2645558963646976378?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-61406032426777034452008-08-26T14:35:00.000-07:002008-08-26T14:36:55.329-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SLR3YsJ16UI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7lCzMSP736k/s1600-h/cartograf%C3%ADas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SLR3YsJ16UI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7lCzMSP736k/s400/cartograf%C3%ADas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238943532591737154" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-6140603242677703445?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-15066709617983678242008-08-14T12:47:00.000-07:002008-08-14T13:13:57.658-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SKSN6PTA2dI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kRSAx9-X31M/s1600-h/gatoazul.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SKSN6PTA2dI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kRSAx9-X31M/s320/gatoazul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234464698589567442" /></a><br />Tarotista griega en Parque Centenario prestidigita baile encantado<br />Los ojos rojizos con que soñaba Homero son tuyos<br />Valses rapaces vacían restos de aves <br />Hombre rata y arpía veneno en la carta de la muerte<br />Nena de calidoscopio verde nuevo<br />Rocío anacrónico para venas inyectas<br />El sol ocre flameante motivando vientos<br />La sacerdotisa en posición heroicamente erotizada<br />Girar de barajas heladas nomencladas con borgoña tibio<br />Alguna música será mi deuda<br />Suficiente zootropo en sordina<br />La última carta no pudo develar el presagio abstracto de tu risa<br />Olor de mariposas vivas en cuadros de patio<br />Supo nadie nunca vaticinar<br />Un corazón que late sobre late<br />A la zaga del gato<br />.................... en azul<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-1506670961798367824?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-44074376824727268702008-08-06T21:01:00.000-07:002008-08-06T22:42:43.014-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SJpz2cYKdAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Bu4GKoPgu8M/s1600-h/GaToS005.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SJpz2cYKdAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Bu4GKoPgu8M/s200/GaToS005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231621296311923714" /></a><br /><br />Incomensurablemente<br />triste<br />llora <br />la noche<br />estrellas<br />gatunas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4407437682472726870?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-78984653457351768462008-07-31T08:09:00.000-07:002008-07-31T08:16:27.294-07:00<em>Regresar Como Si<br />Un Ángel Hubiera<br />Besado Mi Puerta</em><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SJHW_EghKLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rVP_hBIECvg/s1600-h/Homero+003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SJHW_EghKLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rVP_hBIECvg/s200/Homero+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229197021384091826" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7898465345735176846?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-84224846009383187772008-07-15T05:27:00.000-07:002008-07-15T05:39:58.816-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SHyal43VHkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lkdgG9BwFkg/s1600-h/pianos.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SHyal43VHkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lkdgG9BwFkg/s200/pianos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223219643553226306" /></a><br />los ojos que no besaste<br />piel blanca sobre hombres huecos<br />mujeres en tremendas llamaradas<br />mujeres introspectivamente alternas<br />lenguas en sepia <br />corazoncitos tatuados en blanco y negro<br />dos ratas en el teclado reptando<br />un bemol en el suelo<br />un dolor en sostenido<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8422484600938318777?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-26797159076268976482008-07-08T10:03:00.000-07:002008-08-14T13:10:28.994-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SKSRKV1gl2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/54WziNiHZhU/s1600-h/santa+fe+poes%C3%ADa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SKSRKV1gl2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/54WziNiHZhU/s400/santa+fe+poes%C3%ADa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234468273757656930" /></a><br /><strong>Agenda U.N.L</strong><br /><strong>"Encuentro de poetas entrerrianos y santafesinos"</strong><br /><br />Fecha: <strong>Sábado 12/07/2008 </strong><br />Hora:<strong> 20.00</strong><br />Lugar: <strong>Foro Cultural Universitario - Sala Saer</strong>9 de Julio 2154 Santa Fe<br /><br /><strong>Actividad:</strong><br />Poetas jóvenes de Santa Fe y Paraná se dan cita para renovar un cruce desde siempre productivo: la poética en La Zona.<br /><br />En la oportunidad, leerán por Santa Fe: Francisco Bitar, Juan Manuel Melero y Santiago Venturini, presentados mediante una breve biografía y un comentario de los textos por Martín Spada. <br /><br />Por Paraná: Julián Bejarano, Ariel Delgado, Maximiliano Sanguinetti y Milena Berlatzky, introducidos por Claudia Rosa.<br /><br /><br />Más información:<br />Secretaría de Cultura de la UNL<br />0342 - 4571182/83 <br />cultura@unl.edu.ar<br />www.unl.edu.ar/cultura<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-2679715907626897648?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-45091226779645600192008-06-28T16:35:00.000-07:002008-06-28T16:38:45.396-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SGbLXPULRpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jtX1T3ZRfEU/s1600-h/presentaci%C3%B3n+libro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SGbLXPULRpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jtX1T3ZRfEU/s320/presentaci%C3%B3n+libro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217080818463884946" /></a><br /><blockquote>Aquí presentando los tres libritos... la del medio NO SE LLAMA LAURA....Gracias a todos x estar !!!!</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4509122677964560019?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-77934059123343716372008-06-27T07:10:00.000-07:002008-06-27T07:13:05.350-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SGT1VMJPv5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/IWVcThDdvW8/s1600-h/Post-encuentro+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SGT1VMJPv5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/IWVcThDdvW8/s320/Post-encuentro+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216564012787941266" /></a><br /><br />a veces siento como si<br />mi cuerpo fuera una casa<br />donde alguien se está mudando<br />o con suerte<br />está cambiando los muebles de lugar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7793405912334371637?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-48114312065398432652008-06-05T14:32:00.000-07:002008-06-15T14:47:10.272-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SFWN1RZO6pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zN4vIgiTw8M/s1600-h/Nomellamolaura.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SFWN1RZO6pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zN4vIgiTw8M/s320/Nomellamolaura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212228090093038226" /></a><br /><br /><em></em>... y así fue como llegamos a la Presentación de los libros...<br />en la Librería Correveidile ( La Paz 82, Paraná)<br />Los editores de "La Intemperie " nos demostraron que saben <br />perfectamente cómo colocar los condimentos, para que una noche húmeda y <br />fría se transforme en un jugar de amigos, libros, abrazos, letras, risas,<br />ternura, palabras, jazz, lecturas y amor <em></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em></em><a href="http://www.libreriacorreveidile.blogspot.com"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-4811431206539843265?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-19243337341295031142008-06-03T09:18:00.000-07:002008-06-15T14:43:46.559-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SEV3xBkaY8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/lgwGhaGZTnc/s1600-h/00000121.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SEV3xBkaY8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/lgwGhaGZTnc/s320/00000121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207700228242301890" /></a><br /><strong> <em>tirás del hilo y me destejo<br />me descoso toda<br />como una muñeca de lana<br /><br />tirás del hijo y me abro<br />como nimia herida<br /><br />¿te gusta beber de mi sangre?<br />¿te gusta lamer el semen coagulado?<br /><br />viejo vampiro sonríes<br />pernoctando en mi abdomen</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-1924333734129503114?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-79446353858846939132008-05-28T21:33:00.000-07:002008-05-28T21:50:22.621-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SD40Q3dnQVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fvV7_VNCDIY/s1600-h/ogler.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SD40Q3dnQVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fvV7_VNCDIY/s400/ogler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205655683657580882" /></a><br /><br />el hace extrañas muecas<br /><br />o <br /><br />yo pienso que él hace extrañas muecas<br /> <br />o<br /><br />él piensa que yo pienso <br />que él hace extrañas muecas<br /><br />mientras nadie hace nada<br />mientras nadie dice nada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7944635385884693913?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-74211767872629420762008-05-25T09:04:00.000-07:002008-05-25T10:15:59.211-07:00Tras la portada, magníficamente diseñada por Julián Villarraza , <br />el dibujo de Águeda Guarneri y la colaboración de Virginia Blanco <br />llega "No Me Llamo Laura"<br />1 d 3 libros de poemas que conforman la nueva colección de <br />Ediciones de la Intemperie.<br />Los textos de Milena Berlatzky prestidigitan mundos de mujeres <br />inmersas en destellantes sonidos, con un aire de profunda urbanidad.<br /> "No Me Llamo Laura", desde Junio en Librería Correveidile<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SDmO5HdnQUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8wZbHouxVgs/s1600-h/de_la_intemperie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SDmO5HdnQUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8wZbHouxVgs/s400/de_la_intemperie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204347956310262082" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-7421176787262942076?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671393390174546402.post-80217276574983037992008-05-24T13:50:00.000-07:002008-05-24T14:06:10.190-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SDiDH3dnQQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XZ9fUlqcOZo/s1600-h/181-ojo-buey-gran-plano.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R4t5k4ZeT4o/SDiDH3dnQQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XZ9fUlqcOZo/s320/181-ojo-buey-gran-plano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204053540597088514" /></a><br /><br />el cielo transpirando estrellas<br />todas las piernas calientes<br />pieles untadas de besos<br />panzas de cicatrices perfumadas<br />pies chorreando tatuajes de saliva blanca<br />besos posándose en dedos<br />dedos hundiéndose en espuma<br />espuma susurrando pezones<br />de escarchas derretidas<br /><br />la fiesta de los cuerpos abiertos ha comenzado<br />la noche penetrando paredes de peces azules<br />todas las ventanas dispuestas a los voyagers<br />pero<br />detrás de las rejas los ojos<br />de la vaca tetona rubia<br />vomitan lágrimas nauseabundas<br /><br />existen países donde estos animales son sagrados<br />existen países donde estos animales son engordados<br />sacrificados <br />descuartizados<br />devorados<br />le resbalan los países es tan tonta<br />llora porque no sabe gemir<br />llora porque no cabe en la fiesta <br />llora porque su peluda humanidad solo puede <br />mirar y pronunciar<br />muuuuuuuuu.-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8671393390174546402-8021727657498303799?l=nomellamolaura.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Berlatzky ©http://www.blogger.com/profile/13292748715608689861noreply@blogger.com3