tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195072912011-07-30T21:31:16.060-07:00Crónicas e imágenes de viaje... Letras MúsicaLunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.comBlogger1501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-47769828247519148812011-03-27T13:18:00.000-07:002011-03-27T13:18:39.581-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3-Dy9gKWFc/TY-aihoh5cI/AAAAAAAAANU/dlhtTs7s6Wk/s1600/Mujer+Luna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3-Dy9gKWFc/TY-aihoh5cI/AAAAAAAAANU/dlhtTs7s6Wk/s320/Mujer+Luna.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pareciera que hemos estado ausentes todo este tiempo...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mas igual que la Luna Nueva, silenciosa y oscura,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nos preparamos para renacer </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">con más luz.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Ya tendrán noticias nuestras!!!</span></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/19507291-4776982824751914881?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-52882017001236102362010-09-04T10:29:00.000-07:002010-09-04T10:30:22.904-07:00<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Piromanía</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tu recuerdo quedó reducido </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a cenizas. Yo, lamentablemente,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tuve también que perecer</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">en el incendio.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">---</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Antonio Rohman Montufar</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;">en: <strong><em><a href="http://www.lenguaraz.com/">Lenguaraz</a></em></strong> No. 20</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-5288201700123610236?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-90659601992075228442010-08-29T21:13:00.000-07:002010-08-29T21:13:30.125-07:00<object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbgbbvdhJZI?fs=1&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbgbbvdhJZI?fs=1&amp;hl=es_MX&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em>"...dame sólo un beso que me alcance hasta morir..."</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-9065960199207522844?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-45522408833363279092010-07-22T18:32:00.000-07:002010-07-22T18:32:43.198-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>3.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De la espuma del agua</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">del reflejo del agua</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">del tacto caricioso de la <strong><span style="color: red;">luna</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sobre metal bruñido</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">del aire y los espejos</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de la nube serrana</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de la tierra elevado y florecido</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">aceitunita de aceite</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">espigadura de trigo:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">por donde vaya tu sombra</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">caninamente te sigo.</span><br />----------<br /><strong>Alfonso García Cortez (2001)</strong><br /><strong><em>Llanterío</em></strong><br /><strong>UIA/Lobo de Mar/Malabares</strong><br /><strong>p.50</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-4552240883336327909?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-57279315646261588602010-06-08T00:49:00.000-07:002010-09-04T10:30:50.207-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Piromanía</strong></span><br /><br />Es piel<br />No<br />¿no es piel?<br />Enjambre de viajeros en el cabello.<br /><br />Luna impura<br />me ofreces tu voz<br />y es agua que arroja fuego<br />te ahogas<br />me quemo.<br /><br />Nuestros polos se unen y se destruyen.<br /><br />No, no es la piel la flama<br />Sino este ruido en los ojos.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Piromanía II</strong></span><br /><br />Te has quemado en mi piel<br />Me pregunto si aún vez un ángel en mí.<br /><br />No es secreto<br />en el fuego nuestros cuerpos arden<br />y sin quererlo la infancia<br />nos vuelve<br />a latir en el pecho.<br />------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Calderón Ruiz, Flora (2006)</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">"<strong><em>Sentencia de las sombras</em></strong>". </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Colec. Horas de Junio</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Hermosillo: Oasis, La Caverna Diezqueléxica.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-5727931564626158860?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-50799527738198816872010-05-22T09:57:00.000-07:002010-05-23T03:35:49.248-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S_kE-gKGOrI/AAAAAAAAAqU/JvP_58Vnclk/s1600/DSCN6777+b2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="73" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S_kE-gKGOrI/AAAAAAAAAqU/JvP_58Vnclk/s200/DSCN6777+b2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que ya se acerca la hora de emprender el vuelo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">otra vez...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vamos acicalándonos las alas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>e x t e n d i é n d o l a s</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>d&nbsp; &nbsp;e&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;s&nbsp; &nbsp;p&nbsp; &nbsp;l&nbsp; &nbsp;e&nbsp; &nbsp;g&nbsp; &nbsp;á&nbsp; &nbsp;n&nbsp; &nbsp;d&nbsp; &nbsp;o&nbsp; &nbsp;l&nbsp; &nbsp;a&nbsp; &nbsp;s</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">la distancia -esta vez- quizás sea corta</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pero el desierto promete abrasar</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">y abrazar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que sean las letras&nbsp;elixir que&nbsp;nos mantenga</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hidratadas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">cuidémonos, de cualquier modo</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de los</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e s p e j i s m o s</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-------------------</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mony</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-5079952773819881687?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-31944681794816528432010-03-30T23:28:00.000-07:002010-03-30T23:34:06.530-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7LsVKm-v8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/hf9m8mew3AE/s1600/2010+mzo+30+(4)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454681947068350402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7LsVKm-v8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/hf9m8mew3AE/s200/2010+mzo+30+(4)+b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong> Otro espejo...</strong></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7LsLa5TBAI/AAAAAAAAAko/4BaFbtumqXI/s1600/2010+mzo+30+(24)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454681779641451522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7LsLa5TBAI/AAAAAAAAAko/4BaFbtumqXI/s200/2010+mzo+30+(24)+b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7LsEDPDW3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/M4Kbljc6G3M/s1600/2010+mzo+30+(26)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454681653031164786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7LsEDPDW3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/M4Kbljc6G3M/s200/2010+mzo+30+(26)+b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7Lr7GuNGdI/AAAAAAAAAkY/qyVS1X0He9I/s1600/2010+mzo+30+(41)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454681499348310482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7Lr7GuNGdI/AAAAAAAAAkY/qyVS1X0He9I/s200/2010+mzo+30+(41)+b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7LruGtmjSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zE3oebGdqiA/s1600/2010+mzo+30+(40)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454681276007484706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S7LruGtmjSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/zE3oebGdqiA/s200/2010+mzo+30+(40)+b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong> ...las vacaciones, un tripié y camarita con temporizador... mi Canon TX nos acompaña.</strong></span></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-3194468179481652843?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-61173262245948477192010-03-24T22:44:00.000-07:002010-03-24T22:49:49.168-07:00<object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t3svnSq5rR4&hl=es_MX&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t3svnSq5rR4&hl=es_MX&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br />... con la luna platiqué ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6117326224594847719?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-19764798660870777882010-03-22T02:51:00.000-07:002010-03-22T02:55:30.452-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S6c-JcC7YPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0hTKFX-Ah3I/s1600-h/2010+mzo+13+(4)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451394205823492338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S6c-JcC7YPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0hTKFX-Ah3I/s200/2010+mzo+13+(4)+b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"> 13 marzo 2010</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S6c-CNAll2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/oi6mSvmYqbw/s1600-h/2010+mzo+12+(13)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451394081528059746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S6c-CNAll2I/AAAAAAAAAj4/oi6mSvmYqbw/s200/2010+mzo+12+(13)+b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"> 12 marzo 2010</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1976479866087077788?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-55366803843476710472010-03-22T02:33:00.001-07:002010-03-22T02:33:08.598-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/b4-0AfJKcIU' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/b4-0AfJKcIU'/></object></p><p>Yann Tiersen te amamos!!! <br /><br />Porque con tu música podemos sentirnos deliciosamente tristes... y en verdad lo disfrutamos.<br /><br />Nos haces bien en el alma!<br /><br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-5536680384347671047?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-618568177683881422010-03-19T21:20:00.001-07:002010-03-19T21:20:30.720-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/VXomZGIRKQI' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VXomZGIRKQI'/></object></p><p>del podcast de LETRAS AL AIRE.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-61856817768388142?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-51000373186704493312010-03-17T05:16:00.000-07:002010-03-17T05:16:46.903-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/S6DHlwvOQsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_ywXsEuYiBo/s1600-h/lunadeagua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/S6DHlwvOQsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_ywXsEuYiBo/s320/lunadeagua.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Se nos escapa la humedad</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>por todo el cuerpo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>-<em>dependiendo la ocasión</em>-</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>al menor pretexto.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">-------------------------------------------</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">cabilaciones lunares de media noche</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-5100037318670449331?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-27584180489040822332010-03-14T03:06:00.000-07:002010-03-14T03:07:27.845-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S5y1JAvQBmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/FZybKv9IPPQ/s1600-h/2010+mzo+13+(65)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448428815633090146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S5y1JAvQBmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/FZybKv9IPPQ/s320/2010+mzo+13+(65)+b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> Con la pintora Ariana Escudero y la obra resultado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">de los textos leídos!...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Gracias Ariana!!!</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-2758418048904082233?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-67563756350755858322010-03-12T22:21:00.000-08:002010-03-12T22:22:39.554-08:00<strong>Ya comenzamos a<br />acicalarnos las alas...<br /><br />el vuelo se avecina nuevamente!!!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6756375635075585832?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-79563425815834969112010-03-09T00:51:00.000-08:002010-03-09T00:51:54.665-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/S5YLyMulK2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/F420C9Z1_HQ/s1600-h/2010+feb+9+(24)+b2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/S5YLyMulK2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/F420C9Z1_HQ/s200/2010+feb+9+(24)+b2.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/S5YLsvPhVrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3iObF7OF7x0/s1600-h/2010+feb+9+(23)+b2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/S5YLsvPhVrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3iObF7OF7x0/s200/2010+feb+9+(23)+b2.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">9. feb. 2010 b</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/S5YLZW0je9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/TpfdTdE8FxM/s1600-h/2010+mzo+4+moons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/S5YLZW0je9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/TpfdTdE8FxM/s200/2010+mzo+4+moons.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">4. mzo . 2010</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7956342581583496911?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-85556896155239958942010-03-08T18:50:00.000-08:002010-03-08T18:53:25.145-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S5W3moqqJlI/AAAAAAAAAig/UwUVsbMYmPI/s1600-h/flyer-2010_mzo_13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446461198753736274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S5W3moqqJlI/AAAAAAAAAig/UwUVsbMYmPI/s320/flyer-2010_mzo_13.jpg" border="0" /></a> Agradecemos a </div><div align="center">Adai de <strong>LemonArt</strong></div><div align="center">y la pintora Ariana Escudero</div><div align="center">por invitarnos a participar en este evento multidisciplinario</div><div align="center">con la lectura colectiva</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>"Detrás de estas palabras hay una mujer"</strong></span></em></div><div align="center">***</div><div align="center">Sábado 13</div><div align="center"><strong>Entrada Libre</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Biblioteca Beníto Juárez</strong></div><div align="center">Tijuana B. C.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8555689615523995894?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-68042453983584503272010-01-22T14:51:00.001-08:002010-01-22T14:51:08.914-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/-hBTZwlt378' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-hBTZwlt378'/></object></p><p>Claro que tenemos!!!... hay que sacarlas más seguido jejeje</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6804245398358450327?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-78115830741199218362010-01-22T05:08:00.001-08:002010-01-22T05:08:22.350-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/2Ja1OGvzf9g' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2Ja1OGvzf9g'/></object></p><p>...a poco no se les antojó el Latte?</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7811583074119921836?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-66951234506300822772010-01-19T18:46:00.001-08:002010-01-19T18:46:42.957-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/gBVavF5pZQc' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gBVavF5pZQc'/></object></p><p>enjoy!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6695123450630082277?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-28547109923611450482010-01-12T18:41:00.000-08:002010-01-12T18:42:49.553-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S00y8IA49OI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MgYHd3lHkRs/s1600-h/together+again2010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426049134576071906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/S00y8IA49OI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MgYHd3lHkRs/s200/together+again2010.jpg" /></a> Our precious Hadita regresó!!!</div><div align="center">...triada completa otra vez!!!</div><div align="center">...</div><div align="center">te extrañamos amiga!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-2854710992361145048?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-63586860662857379312010-01-02T10:33:00.000-08:002010-01-02T10:37:40.370-08:00el tiempo corre sin reparos<br />las distancias se mantienen infranqueables<br /><br />la luna llena<br />nos habla de noches lejanas<br />donde sin más<br /><br />nos extañamos!<br />---<br />mmr<br /><br /><div align="right"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6358686066285737931?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-37754620810761029602009-12-17T11:49:00.001-08:002009-12-17T11:49:59.995-08:00Ah!... cuándo emprenderemos el vuelo de nuevo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-3775462081076102960?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-79250483362924689152009-12-07T22:34:00.000-08:002009-12-09T03:08:31.167-08:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Van algunas imágenes...</strong></span> <br /></div><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3wFRe4DBI/AAAAAAAAALs/MsWKBGLgbYU/s1600-h/2009+dic+2+(17)+llegandoChapala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3wFRe4DBI/AAAAAAAAALs/MsWKBGLgbYU/s320/2009+dic+2+(17)+llegandoChapala.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Sharon, Hadia y Moony al llegar a Chapala, 2 dic.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3v9k_5u5I/AAAAAAAAALk/4wadULM1ouI/s1600-h/2009+dic+2+(67)+labarrenada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3v9k_5u5I/AAAAAAAAALk/4wadULM1ouI/s320/2009+dic+2+(67)+labarrenada.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">En "la Barrenada"... listas para comer!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vaqkuIvI/AAAAAAAAALU/QfbevOaNOL8/s1600-h/2009+dic+02+-+LaBarrenda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vaqkuIvI/AAAAAAAAALU/QfbevOaNOL8/s320/2009+dic+02+-+LaBarrenda.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Ceviche, charales... mmm!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vkEsjETI/AAAAAAAAALc/VwsUrL18GgE/s1600-h/2009+dic+3+(49)+esperandoelbus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vkEsjETI/AAAAAAAAALc/VwsUrL18GgE/s320/2009+dic+3+(49)+esperandoelbus.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Esperando el camión, 3 dic.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vPwSV6VI/AAAAAAAAALM/vH5qRRwOJrQ/s1600-h/2009+dic+03+-+Chapala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vPwSV6VI/AAAAAAAAALM/vH5qRRwOJrQ/s320/2009+dic+03+-+Chapala.jpg" /></a><br /></div><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vKLysBeI/AAAAAAAAALE/JVSJq4oKAR4/s1600-h/2009+dic+3+(140)+LunasenChapala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vKLysBeI/AAAAAAAAALE/JVSJq4oKAR4/s320/2009+dic+3+(140)+LunasenChapala.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">En Chapala</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vAkVH6dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OC0m4fVaa0w/s1600-h/2009+dic+3+lunasyMario+en+el+camino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3vAkVH6dI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OC0m4fVaa0w/s320/2009+dic+3+lunasyMario+en+el+camino.jpg" /></a><br /></div><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;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Por las calles de Chapala, rumbo al centro cultural Jesús González Gallo (antigua estación del tren de Chapala)</span><br /></div><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;"><br /></div><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx-Dt7_jzKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kSCr-jlKMRo/s1600-h/lunas+ctrocult+dic+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx-Dt7_jzKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kSCr-jlKMRo/s320/lunas+ctrocult+dic+3.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">En Centro Cultural González Gallo, Chapala</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx-EargehtI/AAAAAAAAAME/hM-7Y4z6I38/s1600-h/conDrChurro+dic+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx-EargehtI/AAAAAAAAAME/hM-7Y4z6I38/s320/conDrChurro+dic+3.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Con Mario Z. Puglisi y el Dr. Churro</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3u5ZMS5hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UVpOHQqBZew/s1600-h/2009+dic+3+lunasenCamaleon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3u5ZMS5hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UVpOHQqBZew/s320/2009+dic+3+lunasenCamaleon.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Lunas en "El Camaleón" de Ajijic, foto tomada por el pintor Toño López Vega</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx-EPNbLg5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/pTWcTffLbx4/s1600-h/lunas+en+camaleon+dic+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx-EPNbLg5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/pTWcTffLbx4/s320/lunas+en+camaleon+dic+3.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">De la cámara de Sharon</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3umsaWt_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/e3vTObge2As/s1600-h/2009+dic+4+(86)+lunas+Mezcala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3umsaWt_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/e3vTObge2As/s320/2009+dic+4+(86)+lunas+Mezcala.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">En Mezcala, frente al lago, 4 dic.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3ueLtqtGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2L-wzDjaVAU/s1600-h/2009+dic+04+-+Mezcala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3ueLtqtGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2L-wzDjaVAU/s320/2009+dic+04+-+Mezcala.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3uWyQ5hAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hsMgpAHTvi0/s1600-h/2009+dic+04+-+C+Michin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sx3uWyQ5hAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hsMgpAHTvi0/s320/2009+dic+04+-+C+Michin.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">A punto de despedirnos, frente a la maravillosa "</span><a href="http://www.casamichin.com/"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Casa Michin</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">"</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">****<br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Gracias a Esveidi y Miguel</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">nuestros anfitriones en Casa Michin,</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">y muy especialmente</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">a <strong>Mario Z. Puglisi</strong></span></span><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">por compartir con nosotras</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">la maravillosa belleza</span><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">de Chapala y sus alrededores.</span><br /></div><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;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7925048336292468915?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-87083957005372453082009-11-26T22:04:00.001-08:002009-11-26T22:04:06.527-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/eUIDSRSOwsk' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/eUIDSRSOwsk'/></object></p><p>"...no hace falta tanto cielo, si la luna de tu piel no está..."</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8708395700537245308?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-22926604873702681602009-11-25T16:51:00.000-08:002009-11-25T16:52:22.198-08:00<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/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sw3OcCX3hlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bsqTMJTjuDY/s1600/2009+nov+21+(79)+a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sw3OcCX3hlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bsqTMJTjuDY/s320/2009+nov+21+(79)+a.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">...después de 4 años, 2 críos y 2 publicaciones, nos vamos a la <strong><a href="http://www.fil.com.mx/">Feria Internacional del Libro de Guadalajara</a></strong>!!!</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">"<strong><em><span style="color: #660000;">Desde la Pasión</span></em></strong>" se presentará el sábado 28 de noviembre en la Sala Mariano Azuela, a las 7:30 pm.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Junto con <a href="http://www.vadenueznogales.blogspot.com/">Rosario Orozco</a> y <a href="http://escribana.blogspot.com/">Peggy Bonilla</a> se tendrán lecturas en escuelas de la misma ciudad en los días subsecuentes, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">y el 3 de diciembre se presenta en Chapala.</span><br /></div><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;"><br /></div><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sw3ORobrk8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/8YagyxYBdno/s1600/Desde+la+pasi%C3%B3n+FIL+2009+B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sw3ORobrk8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/8YagyxYBdno/s400/Desde+la+pasi%C3%B3n+FIL+2009+B.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br /></div><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;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">La emoción nos inflama el alma!!!</span><br /></div><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;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">***</span><br /></div><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;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Estaremos reportando!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-2292660487370268160?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-69353011144453014832009-11-19T19:29:00.001-08:002009-11-19T19:29:22.730-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/xMT9LYhS5rs' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xMT9LYhS5rs'/></object></p><p>(...luna en lunes... como entonces... jijiji )<br /><br />Pensarás en mi como hago yo <br />en tu incrédula mirada de contemplación <br />que comienza a alzar un mundo <br />que extiende las alas volando en tu voz. <br /><br />Y hoy que veo encender la luna <br />su más brillante semblante te quiero confiar <br />que esta noche vengo a darte <br />mi canción de amor que insisti en empezar. <br /><br />Muy temprano he sentido tu mano <br />y la risa nos vuelve a pasar <br />de encontrarnos festejando <br />la aventura que nos ciñe la curiosidad. <br /><br />Y aunque no confías en mí <br />necesitas saber que se puede intentar <br />y te da por desvestirte para no andar <br />otra vez porque vuelvo a escapar. <br /><br />El recuerdo de tu beso imperdonable <br />vuelve a atarme a tu quehacer <br />de sujetarme a tu boca <br />con el gusto tibio y dulce de tu sed. <br /><br />Hace poco que te observo <br />y te noto el amor solo oyéndote hablar <br />y que navega en tus ojos un aviso personal <br />y me llena la noche y me atrapas <br />como haría una ventana de luz <br />que ha bañado esta luna temprana <br />se aclaran las noches y apareces tú. <br /><br />Pensarás en mi como hago yo esta noche <br />que la luna cuelga en un cristal <br />y en mi mente se remonta tu ventana <br />y se resiste para regresar. <br /><br />Pensarás tú en mi así <br />como de inevitablemente estoy pensando en ti, <br />y en la sola coincidencia <br />que esta luna en lunes te remita a mi. <br /><br />Hace mucho que me encuentro <br />hallando en todo una señal <br />que termina conduciendo a donde estás <br />y que pueblas mi mente de vueltas <br />como haría una mañana de luz <br />cuando llenas de sol las semanas <br />y a entregas tempranas me amaneces tú. <br />********<br />Fernando Delgadillo</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6935301114445301483?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-81717391427236423392009-11-17T02:32:00.001-08:002009-11-17T02:32:05.892-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/--EoqLpjlAg' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/--EoqLpjlAg'/></object></p><p>No te doy la luna llena <br />porque es la eterna rosa<br />Que regalan los amantes <br />con el aire de la boca<br />Y si el amor se nos rompe <br />porque el amor se equivoca<br />El mundo amanecería <br />repleto de lunas rotas</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8171739142723642339?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-70772305550946166802009-11-17T00:46:00.000-08:002009-11-17T01:05:51.155-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/SwJjeAV2HrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-ZQUd0R6HIE/s1600/2009+nov+13+(9)+b.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404991869936869042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/SwJjeAV2HrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/-ZQUd0R6HIE/s200/2009+nov+13+(9)+b.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ante un mundo que parece partirse en gajos, herido, ensangrentado, cubierto del dolor de los sin voz... ante las incertidumbres, las asincronías, los destiempos y las ponchaduras del alma... aún cuando las circunstancias de la vida nos parezcan complejas y enmarañadas... cuando ellos... cuando sin ellos... cuando la euforia o el desconsuelo...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tengo la certeza total y absoluta de amarlas profundamente, de sentirme amada y bendecida por este amor lunarizado!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Porque compartimos la sangre del alma, ésta que nos vu</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">elve tres de la misma substancia, espejos de reflejos mutuos; tres tiempos sincrónicos y acompasados. Somos lunas del cielo mutuo, cómplices lúdicas y solidarias... hermanas del alma somos.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Van nuestros pasos en la misma ruta, en ritmo polifónico, estridente, convulso y zalamero. Generosas vamos derramándonos sobre la tierra, vertiendo el amor a manos llenas... porque no sabemos vivir de otra manera. Y nos llena el alma sabernos -cada una- gozando amaneceres, tejiendo historias con los cuerpos disponibles y apropiados, recibiendo lluvias masculinas, floreciendo abonadas de pasión.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Y vamos viviendo para los nuestros, para aquellos que hemos vertido al mundo desde la entraña; para los compañeros en la música, las letras y el color; entregadas con ímpetu voraz a la labor de compartir el arte que nos [con]mueve con el mundo, apoyando a los que piensan, sienten y disienten, buscando los espacios para sus voces, sirviéndoles de eco a través de ondas electromagnéticas... haciendo ruido, todo el ruido que nace del alma.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hoy celebro esta unión tripartita, esta trenza de lunas que pronto emprenderá el vuelo en su ruta al sur, migrando hacia los brazos de tierras nuevas y entrañables, donde nuestras letras se aniden y rindan frutos. Van nuestras alas disponiéndose al trayecto, nuestros ojos afinando el brillo y nuestros cuerpos preparando los ropajes.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Va mi amor a ustedes, mi abrazo infinito y eterno; mi sonrisarebanadadesandía; mis letras amorosas y e-n-a-m-o-r-a-d-a-s; y mis manos dispuestas a andar el camino cobijadas de su luz, mis hermosas, bellas hermanitas luna.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Las amo y adoro!!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Moony</span></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7077230555094616680?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-14958898654003726962009-10-26T12:23:00.000-07:002009-10-26T12:27:49.776-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SuX3VU_3RWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zck12HCMa1s/s1600-h/l_0badbe5af98b48d985a9230cfedd18ec.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396991674259293538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SuX3VU_3RWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zck12HCMa1s/s320/l_0badbe5af98b48d985a9230cfedd18ec.png" border="0" /></a> no faltes a la presentación del </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Cuaderno Existir No. 14 "No me creas los versos"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">de Isaac Sereno</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">viernes 30 de octubre </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ICBC Tijuana</span></div><div align="center">***</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Tiene frio</span></strong><br /><br />mi <span style="color:#990000;">luna</span> tiene frío<br />a mi<br />me da por esconderlo todo<br />tengo los ojos pequeños y largo el pelo<br />unos zapatos extraños<br />y un libro impreso en hoja reciclada<br />una nueva pasta de dientes<br />una ventana sin cristal y sin viento<br />un platillo saltando salteado en la sartén con mucha pimienta<br />pero los brazos largos y delgados<br />las musas ajenas<br />despistadas que no entienden<br />que mi <span style="color:#990000;">luna</span> tirita y aun es octubre<br />y bien podría ser lázaro<br />levantarme a los tres días oliendo a muerto<br />repetir un milagro<br />detener al sol y a mi <span style="color:#990000;">luna<br /></span>iniciar una guerra contra mi pizarrón blanco<br />cuaderno en blanco<br />libro en blanco<br />para encender una hoguera que me libere de los tiempos<br />sin olvidar que tengo largo el pelo<br />los ojos pequeños<br />que todo lo escondo<br />y que mi <span style="color:#990000;">luna</span> tiene frío</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><strong>Sereno</strong><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1495889865400372696?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-45004648266626011332009-09-16T16:25:00.001-07:002009-09-16T16:25:37.022-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/sV_TPGDP0cY' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/sV_TPGDP0cY'/></object></p><p>Luna honoraria...</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-4500464826662601133?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-21557465291488711362009-09-11T23:49:00.000-07:002009-10-16T09:16:21.644-07:00<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393226064654234402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/StiWiAEX8yI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uZq5JY7gKxI/s320/2009+sep+11+(21)+b.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Presentación de la Antología Poética "DESDE LA PASIÓN"</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">en el Instituto de Cultura de Baja California.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393226512739099490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/StiW8FUIY2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/6otOf_5bCA4/s320/2009+sep+11+(26)+b.jpg" /></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> Adolfo Morales, Rosario Orozco (Gdl), Mercedes Alatorre (Ens), Hadia y Moony</span><br /></span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-2155746529148871136?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-70319576043499667892009-09-10T23:03:00.000-07:002009-09-10T23:06:39.076-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SqnonI9KgJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kknFRWmCURo/s1600-h/Presentac...JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380086988987334802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SqnonI9KgJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/kknFRWmCURo/s320/Presentac...JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#990000;"> Acompáñanos!!!<br /></span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7031957604349966789?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-87273698689117884362009-08-29T18:01:00.000-07:002009-11-11T18:04:17.876-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Svtsuft2WkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/x9uZ8lMcXOU/s1600-h/2009+ago+28+(2)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403031724004629058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Svtsuft2WkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/x9uZ8lMcXOU/s320/2009+ago+28+(2)+b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"><strong> Sharon, Mónica y Mirna en la presentación del poemario</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"><strong><em>Letras Des-amor-dazadas</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"><strong>en el Palacio de la Cultura de Tijuana</strong><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SvtspUrrA7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/DQOXSdRpjXc/s1600-h/2009+ago+28+(3)+b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403031635143361458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SvtspUrrA7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/DQOXSdRpjXc/s320/2009+ago+28+(3)+b.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"><strong>Extrañando a Hadia</strong></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8727369868911788436?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-71994813036440616732009-08-25T00:23:00.001-07:002009-08-25T00:26:01.233-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/SpORtFnAkMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K0qJ3zorzX0/s1600-h/LetrasIMAC28ago.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373798984169066690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/SpORtFnAkMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/K0qJ3zorzX0/s400/LetrasIMAC28ago.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>Presentando el Cuaderno Existir No. 13</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>LETRAS DES-AMOR-DAZADAS</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>Acompáñanos!!!<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7199481303644061673?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-11785653405144354632009-07-22T22:33:00.000-07:002009-07-22T22:38:53.533-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Smf2kRlf3XI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kMx5TGaomBo/s1600-h/2009+jul+10+(14).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361524984464268658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Smf2kRlf3XI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kMx5TGaomBo/s200/2009+jul+10+(14).jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sharon iniciando la lectura</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Smf2dgiB6DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H4bfXdlZ98k/s1600-h/2009+jul+10+(23).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361524868217169970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Smf2dgiB6DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H4bfXdlZ98k/s200/2009+jul+10+(23).jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Con Sofi y Mirna, después de la lectura</span><br /></span><div><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>+++</strong></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1178565340514435463?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-59471351096110282602009-07-07T14:54:00.001-07:002009-07-07T14:55:22.583-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/SlPEONbLLDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Drsc3CNWxKs/s1600-h/flyer-_existir-_Monica_Morales-_Letras_desamordazadas-_web.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355840130274503730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/SlPEONbLLDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Drsc3CNWxKs/s400/flyer-_existir-_Monica_Morales-_Letras_desamordazadas-_web.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Los esperamos!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-5947135109611028260?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-27966078151069423322009-06-20T17:28:00.001-07:002009-06-20T17:31:38.446-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sj1_J09YBzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7_ZxIoX5x6Y/s1600-h/2009+jun+19+b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349571739197638450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sj1_J09YBzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7_ZxIoX5x6Y/s200/2009+jun+19+b.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"> noches de luna...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">lunas de noche.</span><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-2796607815106942332?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-76042606410717871432009-06-07T20:15:00.000-07:002009-06-07T20:25:47.914-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SiyD6uV4V-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/T5tKGm154IA/s1600-h/123.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344791902677391330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SiyD6uV4V-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/T5tKGm154IA/s200/123.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Portada del libro de Moony</span></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SiyDWspAMQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UzX5xhEeVyg/s1600-h/P1000780_mini.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344791283745435906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SiyDWspAMQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UzX5xhEeVyg/s200/P1000780_mini.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Jueves 4 de junio, Sala de Usos Múltiples del CECUT</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SiyDBA9csOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SinaQG3Op64/s1600-h/2009+jun+4+(26)+b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790911242776802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SiyDBA9csOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SinaQG3Op64/s200/2009+jun+4+(26)+b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Moony en la firma de libros</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SiyC03v-qhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/__IYEVAzBv0/s1600-h/2009+jun+4b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790702611933714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SiyC03v-qhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/__IYEVAzBv0/s200/2009+jun+4b.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lunitas celebrando</span><br /></span>***</div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7604260641071787143?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-46365810398037096952009-05-31T10:54:00.000-07:002009-05-31T10:55:52.752-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/SiLEnxnoUII/AAAAAAAAAWM/u_EJmFNuudE/s1600-h/INVITACION_CECUT_4_DE_JUNIO_mini.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342048295628329090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/SiLEnxnoUII/AAAAAAAAAWM/u_EJmFNuudE/s400/INVITACION_CECUT_4_DE_JUNIO_mini.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Te esperamos!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-4636581039803709695?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-33024668621528422832009-05-01T22:48:00.000-07:002010-01-19T20:17:00.022-08:00<div align="center">&nbsp;<strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;">GIOCONDA BELLI</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;">en la</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana;">FIL 2008</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SfvfBUTE--I/AAAAAAAAAGM/knYYeSwikYY/s1600-h/gioconda+03.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331099797644704738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SfvfBUTE--I/AAAAAAAAAGM/knYYeSwikYY/s320/gioconda+03.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sfve1LO2CuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1Uu66F9VXQE/s1600-h/hadia+gioconda+3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331099589052599010" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Sfve1LO2CuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1Uu66F9VXQE/s320/hadia+gioconda+3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 85%;"> Hadia en compañía de la Gran Gioconda!!!</span><br />----<br />recuerdos para compartir.<br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">Fotos: Hadia Farfán</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-3302466862152842283?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-66171474443944524972009-03-05T14:04:00.001-08:002009-03-05T14:04:00.637-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/IyS3FF78818' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IyS3FF78818'/></object></p><p>Difundiendo el trabajo de esta organización hondureña de escritoras.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6617147444394452497?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-83689141352355189832009-02-25T16:07:00.001-08:002009-02-25T16:09:57.474-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SaXdhqu_v4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/6VTB05XLYL0/s1600-h/lunas+2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SaXdhqu_v4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/6VTB05XLYL0/s320/lunas+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306891306402824066" border="0" /></a><br />***</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8368914135235518983?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-71574297376095880362008-12-03T15:01:00.000-08:002008-12-03T15:05:56.540-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/STcQbhoizwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w6mYD5z3x1c/s1600-h/gioconda+belli.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275703553558761218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/STcQbhoizwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w6mYD5z3x1c/s320/gioconda+belli.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>¿Cómo decirte<br />hombre<br />que no te necesito?<br />No puedo cantar a la liberación femenina<br />si no te canto<br />y te invito a descubrir liberaciones conmigo.<br />No me gusta la gente que se engaña<br />diciendo que el amor no es necesario<br />-"témeles, yo le tiemblo"<br />Hay tanto nuevo que aprender,<br />hermosos cavernícolas que rescatar,<br />nuevas maneras de amar que aun no hemos inventado.<br />A nombre propio declaro<br />que me gusta saberme mujer<br />frente a un hombre que se sabe hombre,<br />que sé de ciencia cierta<br />que el amor<br />es mejor que las multi-vitaminas,<br />que la pareja humana<br />es el principio inevitable de la vida,<br />que por eso no quiero jamás liberarme del hombre;<br />lo amo<br />con todas sus debilidades<br />y me gusta compartir con su terquedad<br />todo este ancho mundo<br />donde ambos nos somos imprescindibles.<br />No quiero que me acusen de mujer tradicional<br />pero pueden acusarme<br />tantas como cuantas veces quieran<br />de <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">mujer</span></strong>.</div><div>----------------------------</div><div>GIOCONDA BELLI</div><div> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Próximamente te tendremos</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">info de la presentación de Gioconda Belli</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">en la FIL 2008...</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7157429737609588036?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-10451673284066198092008-11-14T20:04:00.001-08:002008-11-14T20:04:51.524-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/nUDIoN-_Hxs' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nUDIoN-_Hxs'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1045167328406619809?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-83238792247503493402008-10-15T21:09:00.001-07:002008-10-15T21:09:53.333-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/bRsrSA_420o' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bRsrSA_420o'/></object></p><p>Mujeres en la Pintura, principios del siglo XX</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8323879224750349340?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-44038765167883181912008-09-05T21:29:00.000-07:002008-10-22T21:30:58.936-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SP_9xl6fO2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PUuUtrJFqVQ/s1600-h/2008+sep+05+(25)+b3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260201918224874338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SP_9xl6fO2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PUuUtrJFqVQ/s320/2008+sep+05+(25)+b3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Gracias por permitirnos ser parte</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>de una noche poéticamente bella!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>***</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-4403876516788318191?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-52785085958786748152008-08-20T19:03:00.000-07:002008-08-20T20:01:38.067-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">LAS CHICAS QUE ESCRIBIMOS</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"></span></strong></div><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SKzUe8vQWWI/AAAAAAAAADw/eW-syrdq6AA/s1600-h/Young-Girl-Writes-on-Paper-with-a-Pencil-Giclee-Print-C12375100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236794094890539362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SKzUe8vQWWI/AAAAAAAAADw/eW-syrdq6AA/s200/Young-Girl-Writes-on-Paper-with-a-Pencil-Giclee-Print-C12375100.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">A las chicas que escribimos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">alguna vez nos llamaron al festín, al convite</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a nosotras que escribimos todos los deseos en cada pulso.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">y allí nos fuimos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">y allí nos perdimos apenas un piecito cruzó el espejo<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">¡todas las palabras se abrieron capullos dentro nuestro!<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">las chicas que escribimos vivimos entretejidas</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">en sueños estridentes como todo secreto</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yo en el verdor, ella con los cactus bebé</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">niñas atragantadas llevamos dentro</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">llevamos pequeñas Alicias pornostar danzando</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">en tacos aguja de cristal ceniciento</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />¡ah, el deseo que nos ahoga!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">¡ah, si la sed no nos resecara más que los labios-frutilla!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">las palabras de las chicas que escribieron antes de nosotras</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">—<em><strong>so close, so far away</strong></em>—</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">viven en donde habitamos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">enredadas quedaron en sus disfraces antiguos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">y todas creamos el mundo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">desde nuestros versitos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">porque no hay otra manera de crearlo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">porque todo lo demás huele a big bang trash</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A las chicas que escribimos nos duele</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">todo el tiempo la decepción</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">y morimos siempre que sobreviene el mediodía</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">princesas húmedas en love-trip</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">nosotras las chicas que escribimos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">aullamos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">mientras nuestra piel miente la seda</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">luego nos queda el consuelo de descoser palabras</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">amorosas hilarlas en nuestras ruecas</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">con el paso de las horas oscuras</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">luego salir a lo verde</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">somos ninfas de un bosque</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">del cual ustedes sólo pueden entrever el follaje</span> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SKzUTvmfuNI/AAAAAAAAADo/uTiSKt0kUOw/s1600-h/Little-Girl-Pretends-to-Write-on-a-Typewriter-Giclee-Print-C12730623.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236793902385576146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SKzUTvmfuNI/AAAAAAAAADo/uTiSKt0kUOw/s200/Little-Girl-Pretends-to-Write-on-a-Typewriter-Giclee-Print-C12730623.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">a nosotras que corremos por la fascinación de las calles </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />de una ciudad donde nacen mundos</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />como abismos que unos a otros se miraran</p></span>a<span style="font-size:85%;"> nosotras que nunca sabremos qué hacer<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">con tanto deseo de todo<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a nosotras todo<br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">que vamos etéreas como telarañas desde donde espiar<br />y esperaremos penélopes</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">que las palabras que escribimos nos vuelvan /</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">a abrazarnos en los umbrales desnudos / donde las chicas que escribimos estamos tejiendo para siempre.</span></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Wajszczuck, Ana</span></strong></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">En: Luna Leticia (2004) <strong><em>Trilogía Poética de las Mujeres en Hipanoamérica.</em></strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><em>Tomo III. Rebeldes</em></strong>.</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">México: La cuadrilla de la langosta</span><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-5278508595878674815?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-36334663893049809692008-07-11T10:47:00.000-07:002008-07-11T10:56:04.996-07:00<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">INEFABLE</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Agua en el cuenco de las manos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Viento en el cofre del recuerdo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Nube en la piel de la tormenta</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Risa desde el pecho trastornado</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Aire sin alas</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Flor del cielo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Voz suspendida</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Canto caído</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">------------</span><strong>Luna presente</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">------------</span>Luna escondida</strong>:</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">La mujer</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">---------</span>-ángel</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">---------------</span>ave-</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">que no tengo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">------------</span>ni tuve</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">que jamás </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">------------</span>poseeremos</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">------------</span>camaradas.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">----------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Francisco Morales</strong> (1999)<strong> Desolado amor.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">México: Aretes y pulceras. p.16</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-3633466389304980969?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-77552841887692052332008-06-19T12:54:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:42:57.534-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SFq6C18nQ9I/AAAAAAAAADY/H2a9o_lJc7o/s1600-h/LunaAzul.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213684076638585810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SFq6C18nQ9I/AAAAAAAAADY/H2a9o_lJc7o/s200/LunaAzul.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong> Sharon</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SFq538nA2fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ccAdeY5S_iE/s1600-h/Moony.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213683889448475122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SFq538nA2fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ccAdeY5S_iE/s200/Moony.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> <strong>Mony</strong></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SFq5q69TDbI/AAAAAAAAADI/iruCJChRcWU/s1600-h/Zianya.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213683665666772402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SFq5q69TDbI/AAAAAAAAADI/iruCJChRcWU/s200/Zianya.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Hadia</strong></span></span><br /><div> </div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7755284188769205233?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-73621294157389311802008-06-14T00:22:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:42:57.690-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SFNx-FyOkoI/AAAAAAAAADA/goCxdyGBsUQ/s1600-h/lunas+2008+b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211634505316471426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SFNx-FyOkoI/AAAAAAAAADA/goCxdyGBsUQ/s200/lunas+2008+b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7362129415738931180?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-12461199521433835502008-05-28T16:17:00.001-07:002008-05-28T16:17:59.793-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/JjZOHmFRmTg' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JjZOHmFRmTg'/></object></p><p>Letras de Hadia... para EN LA VOZ DEL POETA de nuestro programa de radios LETRAS AL AIRE :)</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1246119952143383550?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-83628093865470439872008-04-30T13:57:00.001-07:002008-12-11T14:42:58.075-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SBjdh2yTqNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HFPTKNa4yZs/s1600-h/2008+abr+27+(54)+b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195145743883806930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SBjdh2yTqNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HFPTKNa4yZs/s320/2008+abr+27+(54)+b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SBjdWWyTqMI/AAAAAAAAACw/U-EK7X-hy3I/s1600-h/2008+abr+27+(58)+b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195145546315311298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SBjdWWyTqMI/AAAAAAAAACw/U-EK7X-hy3I/s320/2008+abr+27+(58)+b.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Con Peggy Bonilla y poetas de Ensenada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">en la muestra de</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>POESÍA ITINERANTE</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">en la explanada del</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">CEARTE</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8362809386547043987?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1309988403924030532008-04-11T15:47:00.001-07:002008-12-11T14:42:58.250-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/R__qmtWb19I/AAAAAAAAANg/DwfoDkKluXM/s1600-h/queer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188123246483724242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/R__qmtWb19I/AAAAAAAAANg/DwfoDkKluXM/s320/queer.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mayor información:<br /><a href="http://www.tijuanalibros.com/index.html">LIBRERÍA SOR JUANA</a><br />622 90 59<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-130998840392403053?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-71879114456126821072008-04-01T00:33:00.001-07:002008-04-01T00:33:22.082-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/LKp4zCZ5h_c' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LKp4zCZ5h_c'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7187911445612682107?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-12997786365539693982008-03-20T19:09:00.001-07:002008-12-11T14:42:59.097-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZp9w6P7I/AAAAAAAAACY/M2G3-D7JOJY/s1600-h/1+The+Lute+Player.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180012205151240114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZp9w6P7I/AAAAAAAAACY/M2G3-D7JOJY/s320/1+The+Lute+Player.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">Hay muchas mujeres lapidadas a lo largo<br />de la historia.<br />Su vida fue de jaurías y de toros rabiosos<br />de sangre alzada</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">de mordeduras largas.</span><br /></div></span><div></div><div><br /> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZhtw6P6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/C3DoMS_NNy8/s1600-h/2+Senorita+with+Guitar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180012063417319330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZhtw6P6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/C3DoMS_NNy8/s320/2+Senorita+with+Guitar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">Mujeres que le devolvieron al mundo,<br />la embestida, que se inmolaron o tuvieron que matar para seguir viviendo;<br />ésas, que en la hora más oscura roturaron el campo con sus uñas<br />para que vos y yo pasemos.</span><br /></span><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZTdw6P5I/AAAAAAAAACI/bYMFQDQBRqQ/s1600-h/3+Woman+Guitarist+with+Moon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180011818604183442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZTdw6P5I/AAAAAAAAACI/bYMFQDQBRqQ/s320/3+Woman+Guitarist+with+Moon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Hondas mujeres,<br />que quizás una lenta madrugada<br />marcharon al fuego o a la horca<br />por cosas tales como desordenar<br />el orden público,<br />por inventar una nueva manera de descifrar la vida,<br />por tener voz<br />o por infieles </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">o ateas.</span><br /></div></span><div><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZGtw6P4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Rnupp88AAoI/s1600-h/4+Pieces+Of+Note.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180011599560851330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZGtw6P4I/AAAAAAAAACA/Rnupp88AAoI/s320/4+Pieces+Of+Note.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Ellas ya no están. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Sus cabezas reposan sobre un siglo o dos. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Sus ojos ya no existen.</span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZA9w6P3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z6G3lQwf-jY/s1600-h/5+Young+Woman+Holding+an+Acoustic+Guitar+Behind+Her+Back.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180011500776603506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R-MZA9w6P3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/z6G3lQwf-jY/s320/5+Young+Woman+Holding+an+Acoustic+Guitar+Behind+Her+Back.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Pero de ellas perdura una hebra sutil,<br />un hilo ciego, que sin saberlo,<br />nos hace crecer y despertarnos en la noche con unas ganas inmensas de vivir,<br />de derribar todos los muros,<br />de desafiar todas las hogueras,<br />así como de amar y de pulsar todas, toditas las guitarras de la tierra.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Texto: <strong><a href="http://www.palabravirtual.com/index.php?ir=crit.php&amp;wid=1319&amp;show=poemas&amp;p=Ana+Ilce+G%F3mez">ANA ILCE GÓMEZ</a></strong><br />Imágenes: </span><a href="http://www.art.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">www.art.com</span></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1299778636553969398?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-68955658214854045722008-03-05T16:27:00.001-08:002008-03-05T16:27:51.732-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/_CbyoSEh8xk' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_CbyoSEh8xk'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6895565821485404572?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-23724278857027186062008-02-28T22:50:00.000-08:002008-12-11T14:42:59.335-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SBjb_2yTqLI/AAAAAAAAACo/o6nS38LROII/s1600-h/2008+feb+28+EventoSriaSalud.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195144060256626866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SBjb_2yTqLI/AAAAAAAAACo/o6nS38LROII/s320/2008+feb+28+EventoSriaSalud.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"> "DETRÁS DE ESTAS PALABRAS HAY UNA MUJER"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">lectura poética</span></div><div align="center">***</div><div align="center">Sharon, Mónica y Hadia</div><div align="center">invitadas al simposium</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>"LA VIOLENCIA FAMILIAR Y DE GÉNERO"</strong></span></div><div align="center">de la Secretaría de Salud del Estado</div><div align="center">en el ICBC.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-2372427885702718606?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-7032956676003208352008-02-06T21:19:00.001-08:002008-02-06T21:19:44.002-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/0Su8LXNS16A' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0Su8LXNS16A'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-703295667600320835?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-84668674495208878102007-12-08T18:56:00.000-08:002008-12-11T14:42:59.551-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R1tZhnsi9BI/AAAAAAAAABw/s3iajBFxt8M/s1600-h/Lunar+Palm+-+Thomas+Hannsz.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141801833699931154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/R1tZhnsi9BI/AAAAAAAAABw/s3iajBFxt8M/s320/Lunar+Palm+-+Thomas+Hannsz.jpeg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Luna</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">de la ciudad,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">me pareces</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">cansada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">oscura</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">me pareces</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">o amarilla,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">con algo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">de uña desgastada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">o gancho de candado,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">cadavérica,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">vieja,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">borrascosa,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">tambaleante</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">como una </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">religiosa oxidada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">en el transcurso</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">de las metálicas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">revoluciones:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">luna</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">transmigratoria,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">respetable,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">impasible:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">tu</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">palidez</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">ha visto</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">barricadas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">sangrientas,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">motines </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">del pueblo que sacude</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">sus cadenas,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">amapolas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">abiertas</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">sobre</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">la guerra</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">y sus</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">exterminados</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">y allí, cansada, arriba,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">con tus párpados viejos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">cada vez</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">más cansada,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">más</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">triste,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">más rellena de humo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">con sangre, con tabaco,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">con infinitas interrogaciones,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">con el sudor nocturno</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">de las panaderías,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">luna</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">gastada</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">como</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">la única muela</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">del cielo </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">de la noche</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">desdentada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">De pronto</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">llego al mar</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">y otra luna</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">me pareces,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">blanca,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">mojada</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">y fresca</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> como</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">yegua</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">reciente</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">que corre</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">en el rocío,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">joven</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">como una perla,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">diáfana</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">como frente</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">de sirena.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Luna</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">del mar,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">te lavas</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">cada noche</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">y amaneces</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">mojada</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">por una aurora eterna,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">desposándote</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">sin cesar con el cielo, con el aire,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">con el viento marino,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">desarrollado cada</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">nueva hora</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">por el interno impulso</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">vital de la marea,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">limpia como las uñas</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">en la sal</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">del oceáno.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Oh, luna de los mares,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">luna</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">mía,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">cuando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">de las calles regreso,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">de mi número</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">vuelvo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">tú me lavas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">el polvo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">el sudor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">y las manchas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">del camino,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">lavandera</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">marina,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">lavas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">mi corazón cansado,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">mi camisa.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">En la noche</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">te miro,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">pura,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">encendida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">lámpara</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">del cielo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">fresca, recién nacida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">entre las olas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> y me duermo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">bajo tu esfera limpia,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">reluciente,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">de universal reloj,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">de rosa blanca.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Amanezco</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">nuevo, recién vestido,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">lavado por tus manos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">lavandera,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">buena para el trabajo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">y la batalla.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Tal vez tu paz, tu nimbo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">nacarado,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">tu nave</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">entre las olas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">eterna, renaciendo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">con la sombra,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">tienen que ver conmigo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">y a tu fresca</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">eternidad de plata</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">y de marea</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">debe mi corazón</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">su levadura.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">---------------------------</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><strong>PABLO NERUDA</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8466867449520887810?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-64743811600167747102007-11-03T11:14:00.000-07:002007-11-03T11:16:31.062-07:00<object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDfXH1x6_4I&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDfXH1x6_4I&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Del señor Filio, en la bella voz de Tania Libertad!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6474381160016774710?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-9039439837004629872007-10-12T18:51:00.001-07:002007-10-12T18:51:16.512-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/WmDaQZlIUck' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WmDaQZlIUck'/></object></p><p>De las favoritas con Hadia</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-903943983700462987?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-3329165254844997352007-10-03T18:38:00.000-07:002007-10-03T18:42:54.496-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="496" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/hadiafarfan/sofiaestrenandoaretes2.jpg" width="800" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Una Lunita más…….<br />Diana Sofía!!!<br /></em></span></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-332916525484499735?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zianya Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882976029008064677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-69391025206570148362007-09-18T21:55:00.001-07:002007-09-18T21:55:03.469-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/hJ8cKHFn_KE' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hJ8cKHFn_KE'/></object></p><p>Una probadita del Lazcano Malo en concierto pa'que se animen y le caigan el sábado 22!!!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6939102520657014836?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-18241714898641107452007-09-13T10:11:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:42:59.856-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RulvYfdh-WI/AAAAAAAAABo/FO5fM3Nu3hs/s1600-h/flyer+patraka+tj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109737718781442402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RulvYfdh-WI/AAAAAAAAABo/FO5fM3Nu3hs/s320/flyer+patraka+tj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right">NO TE LO PUEDES PERDER!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1824171489864110745?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-73717379365484938312007-09-05T22:57:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:43:00.020-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SGQe_JwAROI/AAAAAAAAADg/wgzjkxsITF8/s1600-h/5+sep+07+a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216328338699732194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/SGQe_JwAROI/AAAAAAAAADg/wgzjkxsITF8/s200/5+sep+07+a.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong> Hadia, Mony (muy embarazada) y Sharon</strong></span></div><div align="center">---</div><div align="center">Celebrando el cumple de Sharon</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7371737936548493831?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-19482575108662314562007-08-29T21:23:00.001-07:002007-08-29T21:23:44.653-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/jkgUVmHh8b8' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jkgUVmHh8b8'/></object></p><p>Corre la voz!!!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1948257510866231456?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-71316078602836293222007-08-17T10:15:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:43:00.275-08:00<a href="http://www.myspace.com/patraka"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099719793718105730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/RsXYIgaYloI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MDY0m1RpYuQ/s200/1479457803_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Genaro Patraka</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>y</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>sus</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>neurochoros!!!</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>... EsPéRaLo!!!</strong></span></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7131607860283629322?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-51540993278845579172007-08-15T20:12:00.001-07:002007-08-15T20:12:48.857-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/9pT4Q5piexc' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9pT4Q5piexc'/></object></p><p>Con dos grandes: la León y la Downs<br />...porque bajo el rebozo, todas somos brujas!... y pactamos con la Luna :)</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-5154099327884557917?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-82467344449371467782007-07-13T11:15:00.001-07:002007-07-13T11:15:34.455-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/wFSSy9_yO8o' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wFSSy9_yO8o'/></object></p><p>Historias de mujeres...<br />voces de mujeres...<br />mujeres luna.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8246734444937146778?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-19193754605533172142007-06-08T13:17:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:43:00.442-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Rmm5xl6q3rI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nUPS33jJ_XE/s1600-h/CrescentMoon+-+Jeffrey+Nemenzo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073790716852494002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Rmm5xl6q3rI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nUPS33jJ_XE/s320/CrescentMoon+-+Jeffrey+Nemenzo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>TROVAS DEL MAR UNIDO (fragmento)</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Echando cardillo, te apareces</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">entre oscuridades reluciendo;</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">negros tu vestido y tus zapatos;</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">la almendra de tus ojos, negra.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Espejeando entre las cuentas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">de tu collar, las dos lumbreras</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">impares, contigo se concilian:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">una luna y un sol de plata</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">se tornan celestes en tu pecho.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">De luna y sol brillas tú misma;</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">toda cambiante, regresando</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">a tu primera forma siempre;</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">siempre renovándote, creciendo</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">y menguando, por mostrarte plena.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Regidora de perpetuos ritmos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">unificadora de los rostros</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">de la realidad innumerable.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Y también central de rosa del cielo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">rosa de llamas, manantiales</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">traslúcidos, lumbre fecundante.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Miran en tu pecho los dos ojos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">celestes; por ellos te descubres</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">por dentro, en memoria y esperanza;</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">y tus huesos de luz de luna</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">con flores de sol van envolviéndose.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Vestida de negro te apareces;</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">templo de gozante simetría,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">altares ofreces a las bodas</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">del agua y el fuego, de la luna</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">y el sol: al agua de la hoguera.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Y eres entonces recinto</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">donde se harán los dioses;</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">la misión de estrenar la sola</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">delicia que llega a todas partes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Negros tu vestido y tus zapatos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">tú la diminuta, tú la blanda,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">eres la cumbre y los cimientos</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">de la floración de la obra magna.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Unión ritual, flor de la ciencia</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">de afirmar —última— la alianza</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">de la luz dispar, crisol viviente,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">echando cardillo apareciste</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">tú, con el collar como tú misma.</span></div><div>-----------------------------------------</div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">RUBÉN BONIFAZ NUÑO (1998)</span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">EL DOLORIDO SENTIR</span></em></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">MÉXICO: CONACULTA-CECUT</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1919375460553317214?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-74475965176287558992007-06-07T17:37:00.001-07:002007-06-07T17:37:50.795-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/bxJvkaKRyF4' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/bxJvkaKRyF4'></embed></object></p><p>LETICIA SERVIN<br />EN CONCIERTO!!!<br />---------------<br />sábado 9 de Junio<br />LUGAR DEL NOPAL<br />tijuana<br />Info: 685 12 64</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7447596517628755899?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-48511531903737253452007-04-26T19:29:00.001-07:002007-04-26T19:29:19.312-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/PBSF0pJZj3c' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PBSF0pJZj3c'></embed></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-4851153190373725345?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-68205872342151170452007-04-20T14:31:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:43:00.695-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Rilr6VqugQI/AAAAAAAAABI/RB71orUA8Vs/s1600-h/2005+hadia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055690706693030146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Rilr6VqugQI/AAAAAAAAABI/RB71orUA8Vs/s320/2005+hadia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Feliz Cumpleaños amiga!!!</div><div align="center">--------------------------------------</div><div align="center">Un abrazo enorme</div><div align="center">y que las bendiciones sigan iluminando tu vida!</div><div align="center">-------------------------</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6820587234215117045?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-70678922765136565342007-04-02T13:45:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:43:00.956-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/RhFw_YqOL2I/AAAAAAAAADc/KR8dx_ihyZA/s1600-h/11encuentroMujeresRadialistas2007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048940891512647522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_klIeGK_Jdkg/RhFw_YqOL2I/AAAAAAAAADc/KR8dx_ihyZA/s320/11encuentroMujeresRadialistas2007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Participamos en la <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>11ª Reunión de Mujeres Radialistas</strong></span>, que contó con la asistencia de mujeres de Chihuahua, Sonora y Baja California.</div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div></div><div>Coordinaron el evento Aurora Velasco, Mayela García y Sonia Flores.</div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div></div><div>Las conferencias, talleres y actividades giraron en la búsqueda del fortalecimiento y articulación entre mujeres comunicadoras a favor de la difusión de políticas públicas que garanticen la libertad y la seguridad para las mujeres y las niñas en el ejercicio de sus derechos.</div><div></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div>Agradecemos a la Red Nacional de Mujeres Radialistas por la invitación.</div><div>--------------------------</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7067892276513656534?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-82409193198427758212007-03-29T14:25:00.001-07:002007-03-29T14:25:47.770-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/7BF3NF6Faxc' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7BF3NF6Faxc'></embed></object></p><p>...de las maravillas que se pueden encontrar en el Youtube :)</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-8240919319842775821?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-68213133313344013882007-03-19T22:05:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:43:01.144-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Rf9s66Qxu3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9qS3A2oxKk0/s1600-h/2007+mzo+16+(2)B+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043869867006081906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/Rf9s66Qxu3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9qS3A2oxKk0/s200/2007+mzo+16+(2)B+.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div align="center">El pasado viernes 16 de marzo, estuvimos en el programa <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong>MUJERES, MUJERES, MUJERES</strong></span>, que se transmite a través de RADIO CAPITAL (1270 am) en Tijuana.</div><div align="center"></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div align="center">Además de la entrevista, leímos algunos textos... la pasamos muy bien!!!</div><div align="center"></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">..</span><br /><div align="center">En la foto: Hadia, Mony, Cristina (Conductora del programa) y Sharon.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-6821313331334401388?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-90500177159724875412007-03-19T10:19:00.001-07:002007-03-19T10:19:48.934-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/AQ7zFlCpTlA' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/AQ7zFlCpTlA'></embed></object></p><p>video "viejito"... letras del gran José Alfredo.<br />La luna de pretexto :)</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-9050017715972487541?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-21353729301664416142007-03-12T18:28:00.001-07:002007-03-12T18:28:23.814-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/ziBC3wm6doA' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ziBC3wm6doA'></embed></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-2135372930166441614?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-48943937936732479762007-03-12T17:42:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:43:01.325-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RfXz278coJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tyTSmQkx6jE/s1600-h/Three+ladies+-+Monika+Dawidowski.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041203483040850066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RfXz278coJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tyTSmQkx6jE/s320/Three+ladies+-+Monika+Dawidowski.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>Three ladies</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Monika Dawidowski</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">VIAJE </span></strong>(1918)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hoy me mira la luna</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">blanca y desmesurada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Es la misma de anoche,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">la misma de mañana.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Pero es otra, que nunca,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">fue tan grande, tan pálida.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tiemblo como las luces</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">tiemblan sobre las aguas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tiemblo como en los ojos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">suelen temblar las lágrimas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Tiemblo como en las carnes</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">sabe temblar el alma.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">¡Oh! La luna ha movido </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">sus dos labios de plata.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">¡Oh! la luna me ha dicho</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">las tres viejas palabras:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">"Muerte, amor y misterio..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">¡Oh, mis carnes se acaban!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sobre las carnes muertas</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">alma mía se enarca.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Alma —gato nocturno—</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">sobre la luna salta.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Va por los cielos largos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">triste y acurrucada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Va por los cielos largos</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">sobre la luna blanca.</span><br />-------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ALFONSINA STORNI (1987)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>POESÍA</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">México: Editores Mexicanos Unidos</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-4894393793673247976?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-90136650648359873942007-02-13T16:56:00.000-08:002008-12-11T14:43:01.511-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RdJeomStcOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TB6ua5Tj5o0/s1600-h/Joy+-+Yellow+dancers.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031187785293066466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RdJeomStcOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TB6ua5Tj5o0/s320/Joy+-+Yellow+dancers.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><em>Yellow dancers</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Joy</span></div><br /><br /><strong>TEMBLOR AMARILLO</strong><br />(fragmento)<br /><br />Ixel la Luna: Haz que no mire las nalgas de ese<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">----</span>hombre.<br />Las piernas de cobre, el raíl de la espalda. La boca<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">----</span>cortada<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">----</span>sobre un cementerio de lotos. Un pelo que no<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">----</span>se cansa de morir.<br />El temblor amarillo se ha amarrado a mis muslos.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">----</span>Ixel Ixel<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">----</span>Ixel: sálvame de la tentación.<br /><br />--------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Cora Ramírez</strong> (La Habana 1958)</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">En:<strong> TRILOGÍA POÉTICA DE LAS MUJERES EN HISPANOAMÉRICA</strong></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Tomo I. Pícaras. México: Ediciones La Cuadrilla de la Langosta. 2004. pp.95.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-9013665064835987394?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-78415943199195872222007-02-13T16:45:00.000-08:002007-01-23T13:01:57.878-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.frontera.info/buscar/traernotanew.asp?NumNota=473409"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;">UNEN TIJUANA Y SAN DIEGO CON POESÍA</span></a></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">nota de Patty Blake</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-7841594319919587222?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-15549495417455029082007-01-23T12:55:00.000-08:002008-12-11T14:43:01.700-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RbZ3DYVFZLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QgsEEDBTqOM/s1600-h/El+robo+de+la+luna+-+Almeriane+Painter.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023333334332564658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RbZ3DYVFZLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QgsEEDBTqOM/s320/El+robo+de+la+luna+-+Almeriane+Painter.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em><strong>El robo de la luna</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">Almeriane Painter</span><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-1554949541745502908?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1165893539509846872006-12-11T19:18:00.000-08:002006-12-11T19:19:44.486-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>NOCHE DE RONDA</strong></span><br />Los Panchos y Eydie Gorme<br /><iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=08 Noche de ronda.mp3&amp;url=http://volumendos.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" width="250" scrolling="no" height="40"></iframe><br />Powered by <a href="http://www.castpost.com">Castpost</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-116589353950984687?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1165892744006822952006-12-11T18:57:00.000-08:002006-12-11T19:22:02.356-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1601/1932/1600/60814/lunitasarrabaleras.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1601/1932/200/98543/lunitasarrabaleras.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Luna que se quiebra</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sobre la tiniebla</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">de mi soledad...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">¿a dónde vas?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Dime si esta noche</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">tú te vas de ronda</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">como él se fue</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">¿con quién está?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">----------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(lunitas de arrabal... foto by Mony)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-116589274400682295?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1165702066161317162006-12-09T13:39:00.000-08:002006-12-09T14:07:46.266-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/1600/856498/PICT0061.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/320/166633/PICT0061.jpg" border="0" /></a>8 de Diciembre de 2006<br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>AUSPICIO</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Risa lunario</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">excitando nocturnos:</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">días impúdicos</span></div><div align="left">---------------------------</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Laura Delia Quintero G.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>CALEIDOSCOPIO DE HAI-KAIS</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">México: Instituto Sonorense de Cultura - La Cábula Eds.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-116570206616131716?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1165004197344164622006-12-01T11:58:00.000-08:002006-12-20T12:24:36.385-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/1600/470196/09.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/200/579189/09.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Aquí arribita estamos al llegar... organizando los textos!</span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/1600/72265/03.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/200/400724/03.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> La lectura: «<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Historias febriles de cálidas noches</span></em>»</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">fue bien recibida por estudiantes de Derecho y Mercadotecnia</span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/1600/886105/04.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/200/457361/04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/1600/283646/10.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/200/966507/10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/1600/603717/01.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5477/396/200/918151/01.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"></a>Gracias a la <span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><a href="http://www.xochicalco.edu.mx">Universidad Xochicalco</a></strong></span> en Tijuana, por la invitación!<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.frontera.info/buscar/traernotanew.asp?NumNota=458561"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">LA NOTA EN EL FRONTERA :)</span></strong></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-116500419734416462?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1163460195763504162006-11-13T15:13:00.000-08:002006-11-13T15:23:15.793-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/1600/Sharon%20Mony%20Hadia.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/320/Sharon%20Mony%20Hadia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/1600/Lunilectura%202.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/320/Lunilectura%202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/1600/Sharon%20Mony.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/320/Sharon%20Mony.jpg" border="0" /></a> El miércoles 8 de noviembre estuvimos en la Inauguración del <strong>IV Festival de Literatura del Noroeste</strong>, en el Multiforo del Instituto de Cultura de Baja California, participando en la lectura colectiva de poesía coordinada por el proyecto independiente de Aída Méndez: Acanto y Laurel.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">[fotos de arriba cortesía de Aída Mendez]</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /> </div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/1600/Sharon%20Hadia%20Mony%2001.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/320/Sharon%20Hadia%20Mony%2001.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a>Sharon, Hadia y Mony</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-116346019576350416?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1162185413948592912006-10-29T21:13:00.000-08:002006-10-29T21:16:53.960-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/1600/Half-Moon--small.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/320/Half-Moon--small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">ÓLEO</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">Sobre el mantel</div><div align="center">una luna estofada</div><div align="center">se sirve en gajos.<br />--------------------<br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Laura Delia Quintero (2005)</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><strong><em>Caleidoscopio de Hai-kais</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">México: Instituto Sonorense de Cultura - La Cábula Ed.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-116218541394859291?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1161722467330044222006-10-24T13:14:00.000-07:002006-10-24T13:43:37.980-07:00<div align="left">De las más recientes lunivagancias jejeje</div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/PICT0136.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/PICT0136.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> <span style="color:#cc0000;">COLECTIVO LA INTENDENCIA</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">Agustín López Velarde, Nidia Barajas, Armando Quirós, Carlos Ruiz y Christian Medel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">El viernes pasado estuvimos en la <strong>Casa de la 9</strong>, disfrutando del concierto y presentación del Disco "<strong><em>Retrovisor</em></strong>", del Colectivo La Intendencia. Noche de trova y amigos!!!... y el disco: muuuy recomendable!!! </div><div align="center">*****</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /></div><div align="left">El sábado en la tardecita estuvimos en casa de Sharon, y en naranja coincidencia festejamos al pequeño Draco!</div><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/lunas%2001.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/200/lunas%2001.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">...*</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">***</span></p><p>Y de ahí, Hadita y Yop nos lanzamos al <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"><strong><a href="http://www.lugardelnopal.com">LUGAR DEL NOPAL</a></strong></span>, a disfrutar del divertidísimo concierto de <strong>LAZCANO MALO</strong>!!!... que de malo no tiene nada!!!<br /></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/PICT0271b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/PICT0271b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/PICT0331b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/PICT0331b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/PICT0332b.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/PICT0332b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/lunas%20con%20lazcano.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/200/lunas%20con%20lazcano.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Mony &amp; Hadia con Lazcano Malo</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Muchas gracias a Adelaida del Real, José Pastor, Russel Ahmir y todos los amigos del Nopal, que siempre nos atienden suuuper bien!!!</div><div align="center">*************</div><div align="center">Seguiremos reportando!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-116172246733004422?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1160969528984421492006-10-15T20:24:00.000-07:002006-10-15T20:32:08.996-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/1600/PICT0003.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/320/PICT0003.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Con Sharon apenas saliendo de la cuarentena, las "lunitas" estuvimos en el CECUT el pasado jueves 12 de octubre. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">Aída Méndez nos invitó a la presentación del libro "<strong>Las Mujeres de Septiembre</strong>", de Julieta González Irigoyen, donde participamos con lectura de fragmentos de la novela.</div><div align="center">----------------------------<br />Ya estaremos avisando e invitándoles</div><div align="center">a nuevas lecturas...</div><div align="center">estén pendientes!!!</div><div align="center">-----------------------------</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-116096952898442149?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1159820566998509092006-10-02T13:16:00.000-07:002006-10-02T13:22:47.016-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/1600/Escalier,%20Escadrille%20-%20Juarez%20Machado.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/320/Escalier%2C%20Escadrille%20-%20Juarez%20Machado.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> <span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Escalier, Escadrille</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Juárez Machado</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong>Lunario III</strong></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">Lunas escondo<span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span></div><div align="right">egoísta</div><div align="right">solitas para mi<span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span></div><div align="right">con tenedor<span style="color:#ffffff;">-----</span></div><div align="right">con navajas</div><div align="right">delincuente<span style="color:#ffffff;">-----</span></div><div align="right">me persigues<span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span><br />------------------------</div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">Abdiel Enar (2006)</span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">En el centro de un lunar</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">México: La Tortillería</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115982056699850909?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1158771234732159782006-09-20T09:47:00.000-07:002006-09-20T09:53:54.746-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ALTA LUNA</span></strong><br /><br />Alta luna en la noche de Tijuana<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">--</span>oronda<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">----------</span>gorda<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----------------</span>descarada.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />Presumida ciudad:<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><br />si la miras que baja para buscar mi esquina<br />si se acurruca<br />—leve—<br />bajo el alero de mi casa<br />si desciende hasta el mar<br />si se mete en mi cama y mete el pie en el agua<br />ciudad<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span>no te acongojes<br />no quieras deslumbrarla<br />no me quieras quitar esta cuchilla que abre la noche en dos<br />que se desangra oronda<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">---</span>gorda<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----------</span>descarada<br />alta luna en la noche de Tijuana.<br />--------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Alfonso García Cortez (2001)</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">EL LLANTERÍO</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">México:UIA / Lobos de Mar /Malabares / El Día</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115877123473215978?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1158180680144062632006-09-13T13:49:00.000-07:002006-09-13T13:51:20.156-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/1600/PICT0024.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1601/1932/320/PICT0024.jpg" border="0" /></a> Él es Draco...</div><div align="center">nació el domingo 10 de Septiembre!</div><div align="center">---------------------------------------</div><div align="center">Felicidades Sharon!!! :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115818068014406263?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1157437753141318462006-09-05T01:01:00.000-07:002006-09-04T23:29:13.153-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/Sharon%2002.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/Sharon%2002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Recibe todo nuestro cariño</div><div align="center">deseándote toda la felicidad posible!!!</div><div align="center">Es una verdadera fortuna</div><div align="center">tenerte en nuestras vidas: </div><div align="center">amiga, hermana, cómplice!!!</div><div align="center">:)</div><div align="center">Que te veas siempre llena de bendiciones</div><div align="center">y de luz!</div><div align="center">---------------------------------<br />Tus lunitas ;)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115743775314131846?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1157332637196713052006-09-03T18:13:00.000-07:002006-09-03T18:17:17.206-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/2006%20sep%2001%20Lunas%2002.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/2006%20sep%2001%20Lunas%2002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/2006%20sep%2001%20Lunas%2001.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/2006%20sep%2001%20Lunas%2001.jpg" border="0" /></a> El pasado viernes 01 de Septiembre estuvimos en el Dandys del Sur, disfrutando de <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">"UN SEIS PARA EMPEZAR"</span></strong>, lectura de poesía organizado por Aída Mendez y su proyecto ACANTO Y LAUREL.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115733263719671305?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1157049523242124682006-08-31T11:35:00.000-07:002006-08-31T11:38:43.580-07:00<strong>MITO</strong><br /><br />Mito<br />mito mío<br />acorde de <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>luna</strong></span> sin piyamas<br />aunque me undas tus psíquicas espinas<br />mujer pescada poco antes de la muerte<br />aspirosorbo hasta el delirio tus magnolias calefaccionadas<br />cuanto decora tu lujosísimo esqueleto<br />todos los accidentes de tu topografía<br />mientras declino en cualquier tiempo<br />tus titilaciones más secretas<br />al precipitarte<br />entre relámpagos<br />en los tubos de ensayo de mis venas.<br />-----------------------------------------------<br />Oliverio Girondo (1997)<br /><strong>EN LA MASMÉDULA</strong><br />Buenos Aires: Losada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115704952324212468?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1156792556244870752006-08-28T11:53:00.000-07:002006-08-28T12:16:07.166-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/2006%20ago%2025%20hadia%20sharon.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/2006%20ago%2025%20hadia%20sharon.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Hadia y Sharon</span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/2006%20ago%2025%20Mony.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/2006%20ago%2025%20Mony.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Mony</span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/2006%20ago%2025%20lunitas.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/2006%20ago%2025%20lunitas.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Al terminar la lectura</span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/1600/2006%20ago%2025%20gpo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5477/396/320/2006%20ago%2025%20gpo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Con nuestros anfitriones</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Mony, Hadia, Nancy, Sharon, Leonardo, Peggy)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">---------------------------------------</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Gracias a todos en Ensenada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">por un delicioso fin de semana!!!</span> </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115679255624487075?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Monica Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06653572427281720239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1156319204057642362006-08-23T00:45:00.000-07:002006-08-23T00:50:55.993-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/hadiafarfan/TEATROGARRICK2006Ago25.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"> Viernes 25 de Agosto 2006</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Ensenada, B.C.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Acompáñanos!!!<br /></span></div></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115631920405764236?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Zianya Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15882976029008064677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1155774941417672882006-08-16T17:32:00.000-07:002008-12-11T14:43:02.094-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RsXaRjs5U3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vI3HnWo8ovY/s1600-h/Patraka.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099722148243133298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiHMGnN-TsY/RsXaRjs5U3I/AAAAAAAAABg/vI3HnWo8ovY/s200/Patraka.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">COSAS</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Beso calvo,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">corazón cusco,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">sueño de crucero,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">luna</span> subvaluada</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">luna</span> puta</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">puta<span style="color:#3333ff;"> luna</span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">cómo te quiero</span>.</span></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">Genaro Patraka (2005)</div><div align="right"><strong>ÚLTIMAMENTE MAS KE $2.S/CUENTA</strong></div><div align="right">México: La Tortillería</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115577494141767288?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19507291.post-1155751911667474312006-08-16T11:09:00.000-07:002006-08-16T11:14:53.476-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v615/monyspics/Fantasmasa.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v615/monyspics/Fantasmasc.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v615/monyspics/Fantasmasb.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>"Fantasmas"</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">By Mony</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">2005</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19507291-115575191166747431?l=bitacoradeviajelunar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lunashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12263404773930111523noreply@blogger.com0