tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095566591446786422012-02-16T05:01:02.013-08:00Guía sentimental para turistas emocionalesJulio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-27790625169370655192011-05-15T15:12:00.000-07:002011-05-22T14:45:22.264-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gisJDty9dBg/TdBNC3Rd39I/AAAAAAAAANg/RklAZh1mERE/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gisJDty9dBg/TdBNC3Rd39I/AAAAAAAAANg/RklAZh1mERE/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}"><span class="messageBody"><span style="font-size: small;">Abuelo<br />cuéntame,<br />si los anarquistas van al cielo,<br /><span class="text_exposed_hide"> ...</span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small;">si hay,<br />aleteo de banderas rojas<br />ahí donde tus congojas<br />se encarnaron en las mías,<br />si era cierto, <br />si decías<br />la verdad,<br />o<br />si mentías<br />tan bonito, cuèntame,</span></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: small;"> si ves el infinito<br />y<br />no hay nada<br />más que la paga<br />del mes...<br />Abuelo<br />cuéntame,<br />quiénes están de duelo,<br />si tus hijos<br />o<br />los hijos de tus hijos<br />o<br />los jóvenes eternos del mundo<br />anarquistas<br />como tú...</span><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="font-size: small;">Julio Candela</span></span></span></h6><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-2779062516937065519?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-64891307658230001582011-04-05T15:12:00.000-07:002011-08-12T09:08:00.816-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh19uY1yHAo/TZuSbx6ayZI/AAAAAAAAANc/SWG--PLfqu4/s1600/Imagimalia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div>Ah, la suave luz se desvía en tu cuerpo,<br />y la vida que brota por tus poros,<br />inunda distraidamente la habitación...<br />Cómo no detenerme ante tu belleza,<br />cómo no disfrutar del espectáculo,<br />la suave forma de tu vientre<br />me sugiere cosas...<br />Cedo al instinto primitivo del acecho...<br />la presa está ahí...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-6489130765823000158?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-11483241013556772562011-04-05T15:05:00.000-07:002011-04-05T15:05:11.831-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojt3ztM9ius/TZuPcEJjw_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/nTO8rzTPn3c/s1600/Puerta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojt3ztM9ius/TZuPcEJjw_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/nTO8rzTPn3c/s320/Puerta.jpg" width="172" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfDLpjYgxzk/TZuPhCHMciI/AAAAAAAAANU/03h-i6ImrkM/s1600/Puerta2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfDLpjYgxzk/TZuPhCHMciI/AAAAAAAAANU/03h-i6ImrkM/s320/Puerta2.jpg" width="173" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--649eMQ9bEM/TZuPoXEGWqI/AAAAAAAAANY/u1e9wNU4Coc/s1600/Puerta3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--649eMQ9bEM/TZuPoXEGWqI/AAAAAAAAANY/u1e9wNU4Coc/s320/Puerta3.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pezCzUCUFYc/TZuPab2DmWI/AAAAAAAAANM/K8Q734750YI/s1600/Puerta4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pezCzUCUFYc/TZuPab2DmWI/AAAAAAAAANM/K8Q734750YI/s320/Puerta4.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>En el umbral nos detenemos,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; dudamos acezantes...<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; se abrirá la puerta<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; como todas las puertas?<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; oirán latir, nuestros corazones?<br />o como los espejos sin fin, nadamente enfrentados, duramente reflejados,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; nos dirán adiós... <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; suavemente giran las bisagras,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; la hoja de madera, llámame ayer...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-1148324101355677256?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-56489056433992994592011-03-15T13:49:00.000-07:002011-03-16T12:04:19.383-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Tcf0YRE6rdE/TX_NDu-tFbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/hgUo6Pao8NQ/s1600/El+Portal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Tcf0YRE6rdE/TX_NDu-tFbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/hgUo6Pao8NQ/s320/El+Portal.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>El portal se nos ofrece, incierto, desconocido y brillante,<br /><br />como un gran ojo maligno, el portal revela un atisbo<br />de la luz postrera,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; del final del túnel...<br />El círculo perfecto de sus bordes arcoiris,<br />proyectados sin sombra hacia el infinito nos guía, si el alma existe,<br />a llevar nuestra carga de emociones íntimas,<br />secretas, finales...<br />Detrás de los portales y las puertas,<br />buscaremos la solución de los problemas,<br />y después, cuando todo haya acabado,<br />quedarán en lugar nuestro,<br />esperando a los usuarios de la vida,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; dispuestos a cruzar,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; los portales de la muerte...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-5648905643399299459?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-8624364268398186322011-03-04T18:49:00.000-08:002011-08-12T09:08:55.590-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kty-wvDeyek/TXUs4xIoYNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gkT-YPYke04/s1600/Mountain1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Al horizonte, a lo lejos,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; los rescoldos de una pasión,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; los residuos húmedos,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; totalmente sospechosos,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; acezantes suspiros,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; restos de la batalla...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-862436426839818632?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-78210102674913821932011-03-03T20:48:00.000-08:002011-03-07T11:13:18.999-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a_M0Yk0Hu8c/TXUuPFYfVxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xjgMI9TrHnU/s1600/Neblina+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-a_M0Yk0Hu8c/TXUuPFYfVxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xjgMI9TrHnU/s320/Neblina+copia.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Serpenteando la costa<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; esa gran ramera,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; esa gran falsa,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; con el lomo a cuestas,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; esa gran mentirosa,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; esa gran traidora,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; tendremos sol alguna vez?,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; solamente si nos dejan,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; solamente si cedemos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-7821010267491382193?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-85402599786578484222011-03-03T10:00:00.000-08:002011-03-03T10:00:04.736-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Upa5wP2Gbe0/TW_Vyx4-KcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DDcnbDfUbyg/s1600/Niebla+soledad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Upa5wP2Gbe0/TW_Vyx4-KcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DDcnbDfUbyg/s320/Niebla+soledad.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Todo clima cambia,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; toda vida cambia,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; la soledad de la playa,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; se sufre menos,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; se siente menos,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; si somos dos...<br />No tenemos arena,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; solo piedras,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cascajo y basura...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-8540259978657848422?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-7309875908962930402011-02-18T20:17:00.000-08:002011-02-18T20:17:15.806-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LM2So5h4oS4/TV9Cn1-v9yI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xY2psbKn7BY/s1600/Mountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LM2So5h4oS4/TV9Cn1-v9yI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xY2psbKn7BY/s320/Mountain.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Lejos, en el horizonte,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; las montañas guían el deseo,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; como faros en la bóveda,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; como sombras en la noche,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; tersas,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; incólumes,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; las montañas,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; acunan nuestras ansias...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-730987590896293040?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-3633146213719456182011-02-15T08:38:00.000-08:002011-02-15T17:11:21.165-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlcIMKKyHls/TVqpz3WMVZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8RwvdbP9gVY/s1600/Niebla3A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlcIMKKyHls/TVqpz3WMVZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8RwvdbP9gVY/s320/Niebla3A.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Después de la resaca,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; todo sol es amarillo,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; todo mar es brumoso,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; toda roca es ocre, <br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sólo las gaviotas encuentran el azul,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; como alfileres en el cielo,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; como señales infinitas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-363314621371945618?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-73365862346195340052011-02-13T12:35:00.000-08:002011-02-14T07:29:17.503-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT9TxI7S6u0/TVg_FhfJfcI/AAAAAAAAAME/CoFf-wAPeoM/s1600/Niebla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT9TxI7S6u0/TVg_FhfJfcI/AAAAAAAAAME/CoFf-wAPeoM/s320/Niebla.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Lima: Verano,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Neblina,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Cielo gris,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sombrillas Multicolores,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Garúa,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Calor pegajoso,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Volutas de Aire,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Neblina, Lima,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Verano,<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; La playa vacía...<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-7336586234619534005?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-76101394459885738232010-12-14T18:45:00.000-08:002010-12-14T18:46:49.066-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/TQgqdKYNDpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/HQaSk0SOK8U/s1600/Mirror1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/TQgqdKYNDpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/HQaSk0SOK8U/s320/Mirror1.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />Los bifurcados pasados se reúnen hoy, separados por la noche y por el tiempo, separados por la miradas y el viento,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; se encuentran hoy...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-7610139445988573823?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-28379057202769102772010-08-22T16:25:00.000-07:002010-08-22T16:25:26.130-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/THGxivBO3RI/AAAAAAAAALY/kOWdDIQVLFg/s1600/paisaje.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/THGxivBO3RI/AAAAAAAAALY/kOWdDIQVLFg/s320/paisaje.jpg" /></a></div><pre class="parrafo" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>SERENATA</b><br /><br />Ibamos a vivir toda la vida juntos.<br />Ibamos a morir toda la muerte juntos.<br />Adiós. <br /><br />No sé si sabes lo que quiere decir adiós.<br />Adiós quiere decir ya no mirarse nunca,<br />vivir entre otras gentes<br />reírse de otras cosas,<br />morirse de otras penas.<br /><br />Adiós es separarse, ¿Entiendes?, separarse,<br />olvidando, como traje inútil, la juventud. <br /><br />¡Ibamos a hacer tantas cosas juntos!<br />Ahora tenemos otras citas.<br /><br />Estrellas diferentes nos alumbran en noches diferentes.<br />La lluvia que te moja me deja seco a mí.<br /><br />Está bien: adiós.<br />Contra el viento el poeta nada puede.<br /><br />A la hora en que parten los adioses,<br />el poeta sólo puede pedirle a las golondrinas<br />que vuelen sin cesar sobre tu sueño.<br /><br />Manuel Scorza</pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-2837905720276910277?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-22815271712130543452010-01-09T14:23:00.000-08:002011-08-12T09:09:38.714-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/S05QY6pOGUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/o7BEfOrMhRY/s1600-h/Lluvia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;El comienzo de año nos recibe con lluvia,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">toneladas de agua corriendo por las calles,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">destrozos por todos lados</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">en una ciudad donde nunca llueve,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y solamente cae esa fina garúa que nos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">modela el alma, las costumbres</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y el bolsillo, lluvia...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-2281527171213054345?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-58049843467964819222010-01-07T12:09:00.000-08:002010-01-07T12:18:12.399-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/S0ZBSHPergI/AAAAAAAAALA/NPXIFxcWW94/s1600-h/La+Columna+del+Loco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/S0ZBSHPergI/AAAAAAAAALA/NPXIFxcWW94/s640/La+Columna+del+Loco.jpg" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Clickear sobre la imagen <br /></div><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_editdata.mso" rel="Edit-Time-Data"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_oledata.mso" rel="OLE-Object-Data"></link><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SzuPRL-QiJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pBWCwhQB4pE/s400/ver_ano_2009.png" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Encontrando un tiempo para desearle a todos<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">los visitantes un Feliz Ano digo Año 2010<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y que a pesar de las dificultades logren rescatar el sentido del <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">humor que tanta falta nos hace, saludos amigos...<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-2405321569777114487?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-47130047116251108232009-12-21T10:45:00.000-08:002009-12-21T10:45:10.527-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy_BfhkbWfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UIWZfV53Meo/s1600-h/Li2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy_BfhkbWfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UIWZfV53Meo/s400/Li2.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy_Bm0EwbBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KYW_T2qloEw/s1600-h/Li1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy_Bm0EwbBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KYW_T2qloEw/s400/Li1.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy_Bru0UkcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X-g_hKUbjWM/s1600-h/Catedral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy_Bru0UkcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/X-g_hKUbjWM/s640/Catedral.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Clickear sobre las imágenes<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-4713004711625110823?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-46871011502323495892009-12-19T12:46:00.000-08:002009-12-19T12:46:55.786-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy06632rKAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5dejCiMW3mg/s1600-h/Intimidad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy06632rKAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5dejCiMW3mg/s320/Intimidad.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy061ApjnwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EwRL73FU49A/s1600-h/Intimidad2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Sy061ApjnwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EwRL73FU49A/s320/Intimidad2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La ciudad nos muestra sus intimidades,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ropa interior,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">medias de seda,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">un bividí,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">unas calcetas mal remendadas,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">y<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">las infaltables<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">bragas...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-4687101150232349589?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-44399188582084778832009-12-09T17:47:00.000-08:002011-08-12T09:10:15.585-07:00<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="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SyBSQWcf0uI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6qVbuN4VxBA/s1600-h/Espera2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Una vez que te abandona la felicidad es difícil recuperarla</div><div style="text-align: center;">solamente nos queda aguardar el milagro, la magia, el hechizo;</div><div style="text-align: center;">cada tanto abramos bien los ojos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">no dejemos que nos pase a un lado</div><div style="text-align: center;">y se nos escape definitivamente...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-4439918858208477883?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-82405779157637571632009-12-09T17:42:00.000-08:002009-12-09T17:42:13.152-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SyBQ6T_TbBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0h9igy4y0w0/s1600-h/Navidad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SyBQ6T_TbBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0h9igy4y0w0/s400/Navidad.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">La navidad nos invade en todo momento, en cada lugar<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">posible erigen árboles ficticios con el alma hueca,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y los cubren de luces, ramas sintéticas y estrellas de<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">plástico, eso es la navidad?<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-8240577915763757163?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-70968322621052878322009-12-09T17:36:00.000-08:002009-12-09T17:36:53.995-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SyBQHq4QfBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Eez1aJWEA3E/s1600-h/Herrumbre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SyBQHq4QfBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Eez1aJWEA3E/s400/Herrumbre.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El destino final de las cosas,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">el uso excesivo,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">y la negligencia,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">o el desamor constante,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">o el olvido...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-7096832262105287832?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-9825203747496972232009-12-04T09:58:00.000-08:002009-12-04T09:58:18.163-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxlM8PDyQhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L_y_qR3UY4U/s1600-h/Depresi%C3%B2n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxlM8PDyQhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L_y_qR3UY4U/s320/Depresi%C3%B2n.jpg" /></a><br /></div><em>Dicen que los cerdos son buenos amantes.<br />Me hubiera gustado nacer cerdo<br />Y con mi sexo enlodado crear cerditos iguales a mí<br />Un buen chancho hubiera sido yo<br />Con mis cachetes inflados y el estiércol en mis labios<br />Correteando en el chiquero a mi chancha<br />Compartiendo nuestra omnívora suciedad.<br />Me hubiera gustado nacer cerdo<br />Amar como cerdo<br />Gozar como cerdo<br />Y en cuatro paredes de caca<br />Hubiera entregado la miel de mi amor<br />Un buen chancho hubiera sido yo<br />Gruñendo a la noche, mordisqueando<br />La verdura de su corazón<br />Lamiendo la sal de mi amada<br />Y en Año Nuevo hubiera acabado feliz<br />Con la cabeza decapitada<br />Brindando en una mesa de borrachos.</em><br /><br /><em>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Rodolfo Ybarra "Vómitos" 1998 <br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-982520374749697223?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-30679870888763243942009-11-28T11:14:00.000-08:002009-11-28T11:14:18.594-08:00<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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF0xFHk3sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qseu34zMHrc/s1600/Vacaekeko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF0xFHk3sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qseu34zMHrc/s320/Vacaekeko.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF06g4uufI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1892CnmQ_a4/s1600/Blanca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF06g4uufI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1892CnmQ_a4/s320/Blanca.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;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF1ToOicQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xLKdJxozaZk/s1600/Gollete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF1ToOicQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xLKdJxozaZk/s320/Gollete.jpg" yr="true" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF1imZWp4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7hi0Jxmk1W4/s1600/Selva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF1imZWp4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7hi0Jxmk1W4/s320/Selva.jpg" yr="true" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF1qTwNM0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/OcsXNcv79Rc/s1600/Serpientes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF1qTwNM0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/OcsXNcv79Rc/s320/Serpientes.jpg" yr="true" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF13-xXTFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RGQxHD3yy3w/s1600/Barrio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF13-xXTFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RGQxHD3yy3w/s320/Barrio.jpg" yr="true" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF2AYWjNTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9xChi4iOzMo/s1600/Pueblo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF2AYWjNTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9xChi4iOzMo/s320/Pueblo.jpg" yr="true" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF2J8aJDxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5BPC9nAoe4g/s1600/Manto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SxF2J8aJDxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5BPC9nAoe4g/s320/Manto.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;">Clickear sobre las imágenes<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-3067987088876324394?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-86558486414077987912009-11-23T06:54:00.000-08:002011-08-12T09:10:51.561-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Swqdclo2a3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/HK_ymlVCEAs/s1600/Idilio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Esa mañana al despertar y verte</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tuve que reconocer, finalmente,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que eras realmente bella,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">esa mañana al ver la gracia&nbsp; de tu cuello</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y su forma encantadora cuando inclinabas la cabeza</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">para afirmar tus opiniones,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hube de llenarme</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de humildad para aceptar lo hermosa que eras,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;cómo llenabas los espacios con tu voz y tu risa,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y como, al golpe de los rayos del sol, entrecerrabas los ojos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">creando ese aire de misterio tan tuyo, tan característico en ti; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">esa mañana, al despertar, percibí&nbsp;la cualidad felina, gatuna,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que al parecer comparten todas las mujeres,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y esa mañana,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">la última,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">cuando me abandonaste,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">me miraste lánguidamente</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de hito en hito,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y como los gatos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">diste tres vueltas en la habitación,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y te marchaste cadenciosamente sin un gesto,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sin despedidas, sin un adiós...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-8655848641407798791?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-26473581619659542982009-11-20T11:31:00.000-08:002009-11-20T13:35:49.714-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Swbswf7lbWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3T2rIJqswhc/s1600/Ludopat%C3%ADa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Swbswf7lbWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3T2rIJqswhc/s400/Ludopat%C3%ADa.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">La noche limense es presidida&nbsp; por los Casinos,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no hace poco eran los bares y cantinas los<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sitios que congregaban gran número de parroquianos; <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">los tiempos son otros, los vicios los mismos,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">el mercado decidió que estos locales llenos de&nbsp; luces, <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sonidos y juegos sobrevivan...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-2647358161965954298?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-28968502939751135902009-11-17T19:05:00.000-08:002009-11-17T19:05:45.785-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNjUunOHdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_uc0oRz6tZ0/s1600/Mater+Dei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNjUunOHdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_uc0oRz6tZ0/s400/Mater+Dei.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">El espacio público es lotizado y vendido al mejor postor,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">nadie cede un centímetro, todas las opciones conviven<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">en medio del caos ordenado,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">primero los postes con sus cables,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">después las esculturas, por último los carteles y sus mercancías...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-2896850293975113590?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-42686196082500617202009-11-17T18:56:00.000-08:002009-11-17T19:06:52.230-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhQGR3YAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EVV8Dn7YqX8/s1600/Mate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhQGR3YAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EVV8Dn7YqX8/s400/Mate.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhY5bZbAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/L8IHUnXC75Q/s1600/Mate+D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhY5bZbAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/L8IHUnXC75Q/s320/Mate+D.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhycIoUWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/D9x4PaiamxI/s1600/Amarilla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhycIoUWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/D9x4PaiamxI/s320/Amarilla.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhg2m-YeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9B_LNUq_KTQ/s1600/MacchuPicchu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhg2m-YeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9B_LNUq_KTQ/s320/MacchuPicchu.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhk_T9hJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/c_cv19h7XMU/s1600/Chakana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNhk_T9hJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/c_cv19h7XMU/s320/Chakana.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNholx4jfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/i5bTO3_wVOU/s1600/Europa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNholx4jfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/i5bTO3_wVOU/s320/Europa.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Clickear sobre las imágenes<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-4268619608250061720?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-54947567750641576842009-11-17T18:50:00.000-08:002011-08-12T09:11:40.779-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwNdH9LelTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h3GeFFOT6IM/s1600/Era+una+vez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwRG8Baz60I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lRknvT-PXt8/s1600/Era+una+vez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Era una vez un sueño</div><div style="text-align: center;">sobre el futuro,</div><div style="text-align: center;">o la oportunidad extrema</div><div style="text-align: center;">de ser feliz,</div><div style="text-align: center;">era una vez la piel,</div><div style="text-align: center;">la noche, la seda,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y tus manos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y la vida nueva que</div><div style="text-align: center;">nació en tu matriz...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-5494756775064157684?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-63456655155009926782009-11-15T10:04:00.000-08:002009-11-15T12:00:43.064-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwBBzZXPNkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xUNyrHpuOAA/s1600-h/Nos+observan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwBBzZXPNkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xUNyrHpuOAA/s400/Nos+observan.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cada vez tenemos menos intimidad,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">acostumbrados, como estamos, al<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">escrutinio de nuestra opinión pública <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ningún método de espionaje nos es ajeno,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;en esta ventana nos observan para no dejarnos<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">salir o no dejarnos entrar? <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-6345665515500992678?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-27088992169973814082009-11-15T09:58:00.000-08:002009-11-15T09:58:53.801-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwBAr4YLBnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JI9BR76FdHk/s1600-h/Mendigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwBAr4YLBnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JI9BR76FdHk/s400/Mendigo.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Escena tristemente común en las calles de Lima<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">la ausencia del Estado y la dejadez de las autoridades<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hacen de estos espectáculos denigrantes un paisaje usual,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">la indiferencia endurece el alma de los ciudadanos...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-2708899216997381408?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-61888894910684660862009-11-15T09:54:00.000-08:002009-11-15T11:56:29.329-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwA_E7BKazI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JilkUQJRQ1Q/s1600-h/Roja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SwA_E7BKazI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JilkUQJRQ1Q/s400/Roja.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Esta niña examina con curiosidad una de<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">las muchas esculturas de vacas que se presentan<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">en el CowParade de Miraflores,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">es una especie de Cupido vacuno<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">armado con&nbsp; flechas de amor, <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;muchos de nosotros deberíamos dejar<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que nos acierte en el corazón... <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-6188889491068466086?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-61902382065930940382009-11-10T08:08:00.000-08:002009-11-10T10:44:22.366-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SvmPASVggPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eizF7nxtXPs/s1600-h/Procesi%C3%B3n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SvmPASVggPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/eizF7nxtXPs/s400/Procesi%C3%B3n.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A pesar que Octubre ya pasó se siguen viendo, en Lima,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">las muestras de fé que tanto necesitamos,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y es que el deseo de creer en la esperanza nos supera,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">en nosotros está no perderla jamás...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-6190238206593094038?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-36998193414344814782009-11-08T11:44:00.000-08:002011-08-12T09:12:16.837-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Svcd8cv8t3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/sZRvM1b2JZE/s1600-h/Espera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Siempre me esperabas despierta,</div><div style="text-align: center;">no importaba lo tarde que fuese</div><div style="text-align: center;">invariablemente hacías del tiempo</div><div style="text-align: center;">una virtud,</div><div style="text-align: center;">y dejabas que pasen las horas</div><div style="text-align: center;">y dejabas que se fuese la luz,</div><div style="text-align: center;">siempre me esperabas despierta...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-3699819341434481478?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-91499930170523987402009-11-07T20:23:00.000-08:002009-11-09T10:38:53.843-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SvZGtUrOoWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ImnEQ7uVHlU/s1600-h/Ruinas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SvZGtUrOoWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ImnEQ7uVHlU/s400/Ruinas2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Por aquí, por allá, las ruinas<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">nos muestran sus heridas orgullosamente, y de los retazos de su píel<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">los mercaderes hacen cosas nuevas, reciclando<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">hasta lo impensable, como pequeñas hormigas...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-9149993017052398740?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-4617490358252436582009-11-04T17:51:00.000-08:002009-11-04T17:51:51.632-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SvIuJr_dGbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YQylx7DCitc/s1600-h/Rabia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SvIuJr_dGbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YQylx7DCitc/s400/Rabia.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Instalado en un rincón, este graffiti preside<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">una de las antiguas salas del Averno,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no nos sorprende su existencia<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">son demasiadas las diferencias entre los nuevos limeños,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pocas las soluciones y mucha la pasividad,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">la rabia se difunde...<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 style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-461749035825243658?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-50935030322932297242009-11-03T18:49:00.000-08:002009-11-03T18:50:35.925-08:00<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/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SvDqhPXnIkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dYuVyjvHz2w/s1600-h/Casa+Nicho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SvDqhPXnIkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dYuVyjvHz2w/s400/Casa+Nicho.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">La ciudad se convierte poco a poco en una sucesión de&nbsp; torres<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">o monolitos, todo el terreno disponible es aprovechado,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">la población crece y a quién le importa la calidad de vida,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">los arquitectos del futuro construirán casas nichos,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">apropiadas para vivir y morir... <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-5093503032293229724?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-2381236948777171782009-11-01T07:24:00.000-08:002009-11-01T07:24:19.475-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Su2nYDbB1nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ogUvvAY9k1A/s1600-h/La+Vejez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Su2nYDbB1nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ogUvvAY9k1A/s400/La+Vejez.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Al final, la vejez o el propio abandono,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">la ausencia de esperanza,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">la nostalgia por lo no vivido,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">el recuerdo del amor,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y la soledad...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-238123694877717178?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-53160451187878642872009-10-30T14:21:00.000-07:002009-10-30T14:22:14.433-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SutX8k6sa4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0s6dr9VaIbo/s1600-h/Qu%C3%A9+miras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SutX8k6sa4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/0s6dr9VaIbo/s400/Qu%C3%A9+miras.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Muñeco de nieve postpunk?,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">efigie conmemorativa de alguna navidad sangrienta?<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">los dientes, las garras, no prometen nada bueno,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mensajero del apocalipsis inminente?...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-5316045118787864287?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-16019403808790040032009-10-29T18:21:00.000-07:002009-10-29T18:25:11.524-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Suo-9nN8dGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/S3HtpOMMRLs/s1600-h/Surcos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Suo-9nN8dGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/S3HtpOMMRLs/s400/Surcos.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">El cielo quiere decirnos algo, esos surcos que forma<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">en su bóveda infinita, ese rayo de luz brillante,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ese malecón sombrío...<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-1601940380879004003?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-41178674877176844992009-10-28T11:36:00.000-07:002009-10-28T11:36:48.823-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SuiOcTyh0tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/w2RHUbn6C_Y/s1600-h/El+Olivar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SuiOcTyh0tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/w2RHUbn6C_Y/s400/El+Olivar.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">El clima hace uno de sus giros extraños y deja que se asome una punta de sol,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">recuerdos del verano, las ropas se aligeran, el mar nos llama, los colores se avivan, la hierba de nuevo se torna verde...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-4117867487717684499?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-88755458630910249562009-10-27T12:35:00.000-07:002009-10-27T12:35:26.426-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SudJQXeV5lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/au9LoRNqzzI/s1600-h/Ternura+sepia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SudJQXeV5lI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/au9LoRNqzzI/s400/Ternura+sepia.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Graffiti pintado en una de las paredes del Averno,&nbsp; famoso local contracultural<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ubicado en el Jr. Quilca, donde se exhiben obras de artistas marginales, al parecer<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">se relaciona intensamente la sexualidad reprimida con uno de los sentimientos<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mas puros del ser humano...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-8875545863091024956?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-10578463969264850052009-10-26T11:48:00.000-07:002009-10-26T11:48:46.186-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SuXuDa47UnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kjMZquhYB98/s1600-h/Detritus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SuXuDa47UnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kjMZquhYB98/s400/Detritus.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Inevitablemente, inexorablemente, nos convertimos en agentes de nuestra propia destrucción <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y es el precio del progreso, del avance de la humanidad,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a mas progreso, mas basura, mas desechos, <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no tardará el tiempo en el que los niveles de riqueza se midan por la calidad de nuestros restos,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">paradojas de la vida...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-1057846396926485005?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-56941392717937215532009-10-24T10:12:00.000-07:002009-10-24T10:12:17.165-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SuM0rIP-cgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7Nm8T1g-li0/s1600-h/Saltimbanqui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SuM0rIP-cgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7Nm8T1g-li0/s400/Saltimbanqui.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">En los paraderos, en los semáforos,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">en las esquinas,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">un ejército de jóvenes intenta arrancarnos<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">una sonrisa, un suspiro, un centavo,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">son los nuevos heraldos de un futuro difícil,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">pero no imposible para ellos...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-5694139271793721553?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-5035261490350252122009-10-22T19:24:00.000-07:002011-08-12T09:13:04.897-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/SuETW9MY7CI/AAAAAAAAADw/s8RqsKI_KRM/s1600-h/Ruego+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #af0000;">P</span><span style="color: #af0000;">ATER NOSTER</span>, qui es in caelis,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sanctificetur nomen tuum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adveniat regnum tuum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">et dimitte nobis debita nostra</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Et ne nos inducas in tentationem,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sed libera nos a malo. Amen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-503526149035025212?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-82644290911333905792009-10-21T11:23:00.000-07:002009-10-21T11:23:02.628-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/St9QgU93-RI/AAAAAAAAADo/jYLn6BZ40kQ/s1600-h/Monje+sepia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/St9QgU93-RI/AAAAAAAAADo/jYLn6BZ40kQ/s400/Monje+sepia.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adorador de Baco,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">adorador de Baal,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">con su temor a cuestas,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">el monje<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">recorre la ciudad,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y en cada esquina se detiene,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">en cada esquina se estremece,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">el monje<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">en su ruta sin final...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-8264429091133390579?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-42190757804365763432009-10-20T09:38:00.000-07:002009-10-20T09:38:11.876-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/St3mrhWgXpI/AAAAAAAAADg/yoK_VFjUHTs/s1600-h/Prohibido+estacionar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/St3mrhWgXpI/AAAAAAAAADg/yoK_VFjUHTs/s400/Prohibido+estacionar.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Prohibido prohibir, pensamiento maximalista<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">de la màs rancia estirpe anarquista,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">prohibido prohibir,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">en Lima equivale a una invitaciòn irresistible,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">definitiva, final...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-4219075780436576343?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-71443774990681859112009-10-19T13:48:00.000-07:002011-08-12T09:13:35.704-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StzPij2zGuI/AAAAAAAAADY/OW8kV0CHaRs/s1600-h/Gemido+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Te sentías tan indefensa que solamente pudiste recogerte en ti,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y juntar las piernas contra tu pecho,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y formar un ovillo de mujer,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e intentar olvidarlo todo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">incluso la vida...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-7144377499068185911?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-69349116432429474992009-10-18T19:40:00.000-07:002009-10-19T13:49:38.182-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StvRH2ArzCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cl141PU0MH8/s1600-h/Publicidad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StvRH2ArzCI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cl141PU0MH8/s400/Publicidad.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Todo se vende, todo se compra,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">desde cuándo,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no lo sé,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">desde siempre, tal vez...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-6934911643242947499?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-70545734204243272182009-10-17T18:38:00.000-07:002009-10-17T18:41:46.930-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StpyNr3wTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/gx-n06BB4hY/s1600-h/Nuestras+sombras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StpyNr3wTjI/AAAAAAAAADI/gx-n06BB4hY/s400/Nuestras+sombras.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Y nuestras sombras,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">se arrastran en la noche,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sobre la calle empedrada... <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-7054573420424327218?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-73652734990439321562009-10-17T12:31:00.000-07:002009-10-18T19:33:50.193-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StobQyF9kXI/AAAAAAAAACw/74P5U2YLLfE/s1600-h/El+Alto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StobQyF9kXI/AAAAAAAAACw/74P5U2YLLfE/s320/El+Alto.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rumbo al cielo,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">el Alto,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">el humo,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">rumbo al cielo...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-7365273499043932156?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-30684568350804644922009-10-16T12:08:00.000-07:002009-10-16T12:08:22.930-07:00<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="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StjD88tTFuI/AAAAAAAAACo/NPo1myeLT64/s1600-h/Ruinas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StjD88tTFuI/AAAAAAAAACo/NPo1myeLT64/s400/Ruinas.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Inexorablemente se deteriora,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">la memoria,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">de<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">lo que,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">alguna vez fue,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">el esplendor...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-3068456835080464492?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-41602494315852596432009-10-15T12:25:00.000-07:002011-08-12T09:14:08.908-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Stob-LUvyKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9utf38D5fVg/s1600-h/Esta+cruz+copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Siempre el dedo acusador,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sobre ti,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sobre nosotros,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no digamos nada,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">y</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">vivamos para nosotros...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-4160249431585259643?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-76203905562905473602009-10-15T10:37:00.000-07:002009-10-15T11:55:44.883-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Stdcvise9pI/AAAAAAAAACY/uNTF1AELirg/s1600-h/Tu+mirada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/Stdcvise9pI/AAAAAAAAACY/uNTF1AELirg/s400/Tu+mirada.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Esa mirada,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">desde el fondo del tiempo,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">desde el fondo del olvido...<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="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-7620390556290547360?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-60995102554626346672009-10-14T07:52:00.000-07:002009-10-15T11:56:34.542-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StXktkzUgyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BOeGO5GIKTw/s1600-h/Antena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">&nbsp;<img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StXktkzUgyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BOeGO5GIKTw/s400/Antena.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Las antenas, con sus largos dedos,<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; liberan el cielo de Lima...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-6099510255462634667?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-35538167954559731672009-10-13T10:10:00.000-07:002009-10-14T07:58:32.628-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StSzo_-V9VI/AAAAAAAAACI/axqoMMkrgKk/s1600-h/Gris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StSzo_-V9VI/AAAAAAAAACI/axqoMMkrgKk/s400/Gris.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Sobre la calzada, mis pasos,<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; y mi cabeza inclinada,<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y mi mirada,<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; y mi camino...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-3553816795455973167?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-68258286647635097012009-10-12T07:04:00.000-07:002009-10-17T18:22:46.295-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StM1SjETJuI/AAAAAAAAACA/6nsSKlty7d8/s1600-h/Tenderini+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StM1SjETJuI/AAAAAAAAACA/6nsSKlty7d8/s400/Tenderini+3.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><b>&nbsp;Hacia abajo, suelo rojo,</b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>hacia abajo, mar azul...</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b> </b><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-6825828664763509701?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409556659144678642.post-12165420162269700292009-10-11T13:08:00.000-07:002009-10-17T18:19:58.695-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StI7hwN9sRI/AAAAAAAAABM/b0FSmeotQKw/s1600-h/Chorrillos3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391437154981097746" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_4D5SR5S8Y/StI7hwN9sRI/AAAAAAAAABM/b0FSmeotQKw/s400/Chorrillos3.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br /></div>Vista amable de la noche en Chorrillos, sitio preferido por los recién casados y los grupos de música popular, espejismos varios...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/409556659144678642-1216542016226970029?l=limahorrible.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Julio Candelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17333083205334194130noreply@blogger.com0