tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21547841762031347972011-07-28T10:39:53.325-07:00juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-2980938911331518762011-05-10T09:28:00.001-07:002011-05-10T09:30:05.395-07:00Foto x Juan Bitar<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmdFCM4wMlY/TclnsDy25iI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tGJHQuYpVcg/s1600/blog.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmdFCM4wMlY/TclnsDy25iI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tGJHQuYpVcg/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605125217869817378" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-298093891133151876?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-54599523761056732332011-05-10T09:24:00.000-07:002011-05-10T09:26:52.408-07:00Ahí salen los soldaditos <br />con su doble carga de drogas y miedo.<br />En busca del abrazo fraternal<br />pierden el tiempo en la noche.<br />Y no lo encuentran más .<br /><br />No de este lado.<br /><br />-Con un palito te podés limpiar la suela.<br /> pero el olor sigue.<br /><br />El asfalto quema la frente.<br /> Si por lo menos fuera verano <br />la brea amortiguaría.<br /><br /> Jeans que corren torpemente,<br /> un vestido que se vuela y las descubiertas piernas<br /> que buscan ayuda.<br /> Tal vez de la cintura para arriba <br />alguien que conozco<br /> hace que no me ve.<br /><br />La cartera huele a cajón de abuela; <br />metal, rouge y pastillas. <br />Una vez abierta hay que tomar una decisión. <br />Una marca de nacimiento<br /> que solo ella notó, <br />ni yo mismo <br />que andaba tan despreocupado. <br /><br />Las encías se escapan del choque dental. <br /><br />Alternancia psicodélica de rojo y blanco y azul<br /> en el vidrio ahumado.<br /><br />Era hora de despertar solo,<br />con mi propia sirena como despertador.<br /><br /> Karatekas, cocineros, maestras, bomberos, <br />repartidores de correo, enfermeros y policías<br /> me suben a la nave donde finalmente obtendré <br />mi merecido traje de astronauta.<br /><br /><br />J.B.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-5459952376105673233?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-90312418265701360172010-09-21T20:46:00.000-07:002010-09-21T20:50:21.780-07:00desde el bosquecito de eucaliptos<br />me vino un ruido agudo y continuo.<br /><br />-debe ser una chicharra, <br />no creo que alguien se esté haciendo un tatuaje ahí<br />y menos a esta hora.-<br /><br />J. B.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-9031241826570136017?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-3947407743187480182010-09-21T20:44:00.000-07:002010-09-21T20:45:57.014-07:00Foto x Juan Bitar<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/TJl7p30s6gI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ps0vgsXsIVY/s1600/Imagen+271.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/TJl7p30s6gI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ps0vgsXsIVY/s320/Imagen+271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519578777609103874" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-394740774318748018?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-49719438777382134402010-09-21T20:38:00.000-07:002010-09-21T20:44:17.919-07:00antes era rodear la palabra <br />sin nombrarla.<br /><br />ahora es apretarla <br /><br />hasta que confiese. <br /><br /> J. B.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-4971943877738213440?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-49237885722274026812010-02-15T11:39:00.000-08:002010-09-21T20:40:39.988-07:00las cosas me tienen así:<br />arrinconado en la cama con el ventilador al mango<br />para no escuchar nada,<br />con el corazón al máximo <br />para no sentir nada,<br />achicharrado en posición fetal <br />como esperando nacer de nuevo<br />sabiendo que eso es imposible.<br /><br />De a poco me relajo y mi músculos se distienden.<br />me voy metiendo en el sueño <br />mientras los espasmos sacuden mi cuerpo<br />como latigazos de culpa.<br /><br /> J. B.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-4923788572227402681?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-16758175779423042202010-02-15T11:33:00.000-08:002010-02-15T11:38:05.913-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S3miP-HOqxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PAbc1spNAG8/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S3miP-HOqxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PAbc1spNAG8/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438556420281641746" border="0" /></a>Fotos x Juan Bitar<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S3miPUZUPNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xb0SuMnbjd0/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S3miPUZUPNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xb0SuMnbjd0/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438556409083215058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S3miPNzEawI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dcjkTHvLPSg/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S3miPNzEawI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dcjkTHvLPSg/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438556407312182018" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-1675817577942304220?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-4058269119381414362010-02-01T19:11:00.000-08:002010-02-03T17:15:04.516-08:00como clasificar a la gente por su cortina de baño.<br />¿Qué hay de esa vez que encontramos<br />a tu compañera de departamento<br />tirada en la bañadera,<br />apretando todavía el caño de la cortina<br />y tapada casi completamente con ella<br />mientras gritaba pidiendo una ambulancia?<br />¿Y cuando me hiciste descolgar mi cortina de baño<br />para limpiarla porque estaba cubierta de hongos<br />y me dijiste "desidioso"?<br />¿Y te acordás de la cortina de baño<br />que compramos para cuando vivamos juntos<br />y todavía está coleccionando capas de tierra en la casa de tus viejos?<br /><br /><br /><div align="right">J. B.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-405826911938141436?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-22965587860724956822010-02-01T15:46:00.000-08:002010-02-01T19:10:17.328-08:00Fotos x Juan Bitar<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S2driIHfDCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TaLij-2W3bA/s1600-h/ch1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433429709484395554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S2driIHfDCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TaLij-2W3bA/s320/ch1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S2drh4GIxgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_2aVfuRKa14/s1600-h/ch.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433429705183774210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S2drh4GIxgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_2aVfuRKa14/s320/ch.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S2drfiNn2DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fGlw5SWxJWc/s1600-h/ch3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433429664949852210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/S2drfiNn2DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fGlw5SWxJWc/s320/ch3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-2296558786072495682?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-21275155202989683862009-12-18T13:38:00.000-08:002009-12-18T13:41:33.836-08:00el zuero,<br />el rostro cambiado.<br /> hay cosas que no volverán.<br /><br />le leo.<br />se queda dormido.<br /><br /> me ama.<br /><br />yo no pienso en eso,<br />yo pienso en mi.<br /><br />y tengo miedo<br /> mientras crezco.<br /><br />en menos de dos horas<br />sueño con mi hermano,<br />con zapatillas,<br /> con mi padre,<br />con el campo,<br /> con mi madre,<br />con escaleras,<br /> con una chica que nunca fue mi novia,<br />con música.<br /><br />y con cosas que ya no recuerdo<br />pero que me obligaron a escribir<br /> después de unos meses.<br /><br />encendí la computadora para hacer un trabajo,<br />puse música para lavar los platos.<br /><br />shuffle.<br /><br />winamp ejecutó anthony and the johnsons:<br />una voz ronca y un sonido<br />de viento congelado<br />y fotos sobrexpuestas. <br /> <br />- los platos no se lavan con esta música…<br /><br />y abrí word para empezar el trabajo pero no pude obviar a los sueños<br />y menos a los sueños de la siesta.<br /><br />no pude ignorar el tiempo,<br />la distancia,<br />la claridad otoñal de afuera,<br />algo parecido a la felicidad<br />(de la que nunca me hago cargo).<br />mis veintitantos años,<br />mis ganas incontenibles de abrazar a un ser querido.<br />mis ojos que lloriquean<br /> y me alivian.<br /><br />…las cosas también dan un respiro…<br /><br /> la habitación hace equilibrio, suspendida.<br /><br />Hacen falta varios pulpos para abrazar a todos ustedes,<br />porque yo a veces no estoy,<br />y siempre hay momentos malos<br /><br />en los que me abrazo a mi mismo...<br /><br /><div align="right">J. B.<br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-2127515520298968386?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-5664345214647632762009-12-18T13:25:00.000-08:002009-12-18T13:27:46.619-08:00Fotos x Juan Bitar<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Syvzk0bqrcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IOfuS9F2Dzw/s1600-h/chw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416690790718680514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Syvzk0bqrcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IOfuS9F2Dzw/s320/chw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SyvzkZrCOWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Z0rPcAurgUk/s1600-h/ch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416690783535380834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SyvzkZrCOWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Z0rPcAurgUk/s320/ch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-566434521464763276?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-65831574429164263172009-11-09T12:12:00.001-08:002009-11-09T12:14:13.122-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Svh4CGD_2XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZQPlc4OcF4c/s1600-h/gusi+acostada+byn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402199730413361522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Svh4CGD_2XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZQPlc4OcF4c/s320/gusi+acostada+byn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-6583157442916426317?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-20192625257961276992009-11-09T12:05:00.000-08:002009-11-09T12:06:04.627-08:00¿Quedará la cicatriz entre los omóplatos?<br /><br />Un paréntesis de luz,<br /><br />los ases penetran la sábana mordida.<br /><br /><div align="right">J. B.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-2019262525796127699?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-71129897823730358252009-11-07T13:46:00.000-08:002010-02-01T19:34:57.099-08:00Fotos x Juan Bitar<img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401488306532452082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SvXw_xlLBvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Kks6AWTBhRw/s320/CH3.JPG" /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SvXw_qSOjgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8zY6uPsCb_4/s1600-h/CH2.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SvXw_SBQVgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U2HDqr42jqs/s1600-h/CH4.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SvXw_R-ZEfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Cun98I9De9s/s1600-h/CH.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401488298048295410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SvXw_R-ZEfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Cun98I9De9s/s320/CH.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-7112989782373035825?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-71575930578339494412009-11-07T13:41:00.000-08:002009-11-07T13:44:27.880-08:00Los auriculares,<br />el rostro distendido.<br /><br />Boca semiabierta,<br />cortinas semicerradas.<br /><br />Las luces de los autos rebotan en su frente.<br /><br />Tal vez imagina un viaje por el espacio<br />mientras yo acaricio su pierna<br />y le digo –Wake up!<br /><br />Suelta un ronroneo y acaricia mi cara.<br /><br />Mi piel de gallina,<br />mis ganas de seguir viviendo.<br /><br /><div align="right">J. B.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-7157593057833949441?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-6083354635811074462009-10-26T10:27:00.000-07:002009-10-26T10:30:19.237-07:00Foto x Juan Bitar<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SuXcPZgpGpI/AAAAAAAAADw/Y-ccSBMQa9w/s1600-h/byn+fb+modified.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SuXcPZgpGpI/AAAAAAAAADw/Y-ccSBMQa9w/s320/byn+fb+modified.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396961885577353874" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-608335463581107446?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-71996505740137617642009-10-21T11:08:00.000-07:002009-10-21T11:09:45.360-07:00Foto x Juan Bitar<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/St9OMx2feNI/AAAAAAAAADo/RkwwyNUUyTA/s1600-h/Imagen+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395116860060432594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/St9OMx2feNI/AAAAAAAAADo/RkwwyNUUyTA/s320/Imagen+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-7199650574013761764?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-25205021756116060932009-09-20T20:44:00.000-07:002009-11-09T11:42:18.223-08:00un chiste en el momento adecuado,<br />un aleteo con las plumas mojadas,<br />un charco que todavía se mueve.<br /><br />elegir la música que mejor acompañe la escena<br />los colores, los ruidos, tu gesto cansado pero relajado<br />y los dos supersensibles, cariñosos a más no poder.<br /><br />el domingo y todo lo que pasó antes.<br /><br />somos los días de la semana<br />en su único momento de esparcimiento.<br /><br /><br /><div align="right">J.B. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-2520502175611606093?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-60428874996895942912009-09-20T20:35:00.000-07:002009-11-09T11:58:18.930-08:00Hermosa excusa para las flores,<br /><br />la primavera.<br /><br /><div align="center">J. B.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-6042887499689594291?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-18556705338740217262009-09-20T20:29:00.000-07:002009-09-20T20:31:34.114-07:00Foto x Juan Bitar<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SrbzdSEQ1cI/AAAAAAAAADg/J63LUAkbsSg/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383758088959481282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SrbzdSEQ1cI/AAAAAAAAADg/J63LUAkbsSg/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-1855670533874021726?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-51950241349154010082009-09-13T21:08:00.000-07:002009-09-13T21:13:21.671-07:00Fotos x Juan Bitar<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Sq3CvMN23-I/AAAAAAAAADY/LYnXEUvz2h8/s1600-h/b4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381171245766598626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Sq3CvMN23-I/AAAAAAAAADY/LYnXEUvz2h8/s320/b4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Sq3Cugvn_lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/set_mMAwbus/s1600-h/b2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381171234097069650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Sq3Cugvn_lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/set_mMAwbus/s320/b2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Sq3CufYnSyI/AAAAAAAAADI/_NdBdF_wWPk/s1600-h/b1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381171233732119330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Sq3CufYnSyI/AAAAAAAAADI/_NdBdF_wWPk/s320/b1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Sq3CuLjrBAI/AAAAAAAAADA/GyqgkCohIGk/s1600-h/b3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381171228409791490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/Sq3CuLjrBAI/AAAAAAAAADA/GyqgkCohIGk/s320/b3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-5195024134915401008?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-72024024061350005302009-09-13T20:56:00.000-07:002009-09-13T20:57:48.966-07:00El nervio enroscado<br />como un resorte enfermo.<br /><br />Antes de temblar<br />espero que la gota caiga.<br /><br /><div align="center">J. B.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-7202402406135000530?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-63205614489840331202009-09-09T10:19:00.000-07:002009-09-09T10:22:08.591-07:00Foto y edición x Juan Bitar<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqfkJWDWc0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6RWYs4yWCw/s1600-h/ch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379519129106936642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqfkJWDWc0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6RWYs4yWCw/s320/ch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-6320561448984033120?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-5219568883041387882009-09-08T17:39:00.000-07:002009-11-09T11:58:42.134-08:00Tiritar frente a un rostro empañado.<br /><br />Mojar mi espalda en el mármol<br />de una iglesia vacía.<br /><br />Mi sombra se mueve lenta,<br />un pájaro muere contra mi ventana.<br /><br />Me encontraré en el espejo<br />después de mi piel,<br />pero la lluvia seguirá cayendo<br />sin forma.<br /><br /><div align="center">J. B.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-521956888304138788?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-50595430426937575102009-09-03T17:54:00.000-07:002009-09-09T10:16:11.541-07:00Fotos x Juan B<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377409881754300402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBly_Wj7_I/AAAAAAAAACo/XjKoUvXQ7bs/s320/maxee+byn.jpg" border="0" />itar<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBlyjtLrAI/AAAAAAAAACg/sXkufES-Ezs/s1600-h/tivis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377409874332986370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBlyjtLrAI/AAAAAAAAACg/sXkufES-Ezs/s320/tivis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBlyIeQyjI/AAAAAAAAACY/HtP6sVZwY_A/s1600-h/myg+byn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377409867022649906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBlyIeQyjI/AAAAAAAAACY/HtP6sVZwY_A/s320/myg+byn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-5059543042693757510?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-1690524868633314472009-09-03T17:28:00.000-07:002009-09-09T10:17:19.386-07:00Foto x Juan B<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377402931513758690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBfebsFk-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/7KA1Ir_8nCc/s320/ch.jpg" border="0" />itar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-169052486863331447?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-81798124623707546402009-09-03T17:03:00.001-07:002009-09-03T17:08:47.847-07:00Poros de un cuerpo en trance,<br />mirada cómplice.<br /><br />Desprende el cinto de los ojos,<br />afloja la prensa del pecho<br />o aprieta hasta el centro de los pulmones.<br /><br />Dale la flor a la chica dark.<br /><br />No creas en la pureza de la noche.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">J. B.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-8179812462370754640?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-84196815386175197212009-09-03T16:27:00.000-07:002009-09-09T10:15:18.298-07:00Foto x Juan Bitar<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBRQ66VLOI/AAAAAAAAABw/LC7L7gKuGTw/s1600-h/ch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377387306214042850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBRQ66VLOI/AAAAAAAAABw/LC7L7gKuGTw/s320/ch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-8419681538617519721?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2154784176203134797.post-50057485420592785782009-09-03T16:13:00.000-07:002009-09-09T10:14:10.629-07:00Fotos x Juan B<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377384785218912370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBO-LeQQHI/AAAAAAAAABo/aIIYiE0s2x0/s320/ch2.jpg" border="0" />itar<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBO96PX60I/AAAAAAAAABg/v-vknysEzyQ/s1600-h/ch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377384780593097538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBO96PX60I/AAAAAAAAABg/v-vknysEzyQ/s320/ch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBO9fEmlPI/AAAAAAAAABY/I4KIwPH9Cg4/s1600-h/ch1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377384773300163826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AgYo0LqV3I/SqBO9fEmlPI/AAAAAAAAABY/I4KIwPH9Cg4/s320/ch1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2154784176203134797-5005748542059278578?l=juanfotopoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juan fotopoemashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06941421833438872938noreply@blogger.com0