tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29248084767622100832011-07-31T02:33:04.513-07:00nat gaetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359642408157620063noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924808476762210083.post-71623900012881120412010-01-25T07:05:00.000-08:002010-01-26T11:09:44.742-08:00Dagas criminales.<br /><br />Este dolor de huesos<br />que se siente en el alma.<br />Estos días sin amaneceres<br />ni aves avisando la alborada.<br />Esos silencios eternos<br />convirtiéndose en aullidos,<br />dagas criminales<br />cobijadas bajo la piel<br />que de a poco se desgarra.<br />La letra como escape<br />al momento sin nada,<br />rejas de manos que asesinan<br />los ojos de la esperanza.<br />Este vacío cruel,<br />esta carne tan cansada.<br /><br /><br />Nat Gaete<br />Chilena<br /><br />oooOooo<br /><br /><p>Con este poema participo en el segundo <a href="http://heptagrama.com/sp/arte-poesia-concurso-2010.htm">Concurso de Poesía</a> de <a href="http://heptagrama.com">Heptagrama</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924808476762210083-7162390001288112041?l=gaetana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nat gaetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359642408157620063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924808476762210083.post-18791593762805537422009-07-02T08:53:00.000-07:002009-07-02T08:54:20.350-07:00Una mirada<br />no existen cadenas<br />tu pecho un nido<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924808476762210083-1879159376280553742?l=gaetana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nat gaetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359642408157620063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924808476762210083.post-79305534248515189912009-02-28T16:25:00.000-08:002009-02-28T16:28:39.339-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE93H3QwhgI/SanWVrdiZdI/AAAAAAAAAbA/mddq_6XbiaQ/s1600-h/IMG_1495.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FE93H3QwhgI/SanWVrdiZdI/AAAAAAAAAbA/mddq_6XbiaQ/s320/IMG_1495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308009303765050834" /></a><br /><br />Serie Buenos Airs<br />2007<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924808476762210083-7930553424851518991?l=gaetana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nat gaetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359642408157620063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924808476762210083.post-68685070538197870372009-02-28T15:55:00.000-08:002009-02-28T16:10:58.777-08:00Enésima vez que recomienzo una bitácora personal, moriré en el intento de lograr tener un espacio que contengan desvaríos coherentes.<br />No es imposible, quizás sea esta vez sea la vencida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924808476762210083-6868507053819787037?l=gaetana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nat gaetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359642408157620063noreply@blogger.com0