tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-341182742011-04-22T06:10:13.641+02:00Poesía cocinada, entregada en mano, completamente a oscurasEl orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-24846938416301726512006-09-29T16:50:00.000+02:002006-09-29T16:51:06.732+02:00______________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/empire_sb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/empire_sb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />______________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-2484693841630172651?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-87224841383935506722006-09-28T20:51:00.000+02:002006-09-28T20:52:58.291+02:00______________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/Dietrich_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/Dietrich_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />______________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-8722484138393550672?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-16533060380459412572006-09-26T01:01:00.000+02:002006-09-21T01:03:03.997+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/woman_window2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/woman_window2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-1653306038045941257?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-47496543525410143462006-09-25T17:44:00.001+02:002006-09-25T17:44:41.994+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/moscu_bw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/moscu_bw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-4749654352541014346?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-86577123285585175052006-09-23T14:22:00.000+02:002006-09-23T14:23:14.768+02:00______________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/glam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/glam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />______________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-8657712328558517505?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-55290598069871507672006-09-23T13:14:00.000+02:002006-09-23T14:17:45.223+02:00______________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/bruce-lee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/bruce-lee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />______________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-5529059806987150767?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-22797899443307053742006-09-22T19:16:00.000+02:002006-09-22T19:17:02.693+02:00______________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/gloves.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/gloves.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />______________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-2279789944330705374?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-43341780789894817892006-09-21T11:29:00.000+02:002006-09-21T11:30:54.477+02:00______________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/untamed_youth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/untamed_youth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />______________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-4334178078989481789?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-46001522760533807782006-09-21T11:26:00.000+02:002006-09-21T11:28:21.545+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/slc-ufo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/slc-ufo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-4600152276053380778?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-59288228422370117042006-09-21T09:54:00.000+02:002006-09-21T09:57:08.104+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/quiniela1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/quiniela1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-5928822842237011704?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-86550706406929605422006-09-20T20:51:00.000+02:002006-09-20T21:05:21.240+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/sherman14.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/sherman14.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span>quella</span> noche<br />cuando te visité,<br />no encontré a nadie. <br /><br />Pensaba que estarías allí dentro,<br />radiante de alegría,<br />al saber que por fin<br />yo había regresado a la ciudad.<br /><br />(Al fin y al cabo,<br />la intuición es legítima<br />para aquellos que vuelven<br />al punto de partida)<br /><br />En cambio, <br />dócilmente,<br />descubrí que estaba solo<br />en medio de tu cuerpo. <br /><br />No supe qué decir.<br /><br />Pero quedó muy claro<br />que aquella reducida habitación<br />ya no sería mi casa.<br /><br />(Ya sabes lo que cuesta a veces instalarse)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-8655070640692960542?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-68686851137937866182006-09-19T16:16:00.000+02:002006-09-19T16:19:14.134+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/50s-house.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/50s-house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">N</span>unca</span> la casa<br />estuvo tan vacía como ahora.<br /><br />Los niños han salido de excursión<br />con el colegio<br />y ya no volverán hasta el domingo.<br />Seguro que hoy<br />habrán pasado todo el día<br />pescando junto al lago.<br /><br />Hace algunas horas<br />Harriet cogió sus bolsas y salió<br />a hacer unos recados.<br />"Volveré tarde", dijo.<br /><br />Miro por la ventana<br />y veo caer el sol,<br />rojo en mitad del cielo despejado.<br /><br />Me sirvo un vaso de whiskey.<br />Miro la calle.<br />Está ya casi anocheciendo.<br /><br />Qué paz.<br />Bebo un buen trago.<br />Me tumbo un rato en el sofá<br />y enciendo el aparato de televisión.<br /><br />Por hacer un poco de tiempo, fundamentalmente.<br /><br />"Volveré tarde", dijo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-6868685113793786618?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-61111199601688780422006-09-18T16:14:00.000+02:002006-09-18T16:17:10.724+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/VivaLasVegas.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/VivaLasVegas.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">C</span>uando</span> ahora recuerdo<br />todo lo que hice aquel verano<br />por llamar tu atención,<br />no puedo reprimir una extraña sonrisa.<br /><br />Al principio fingía<br />que mi único objetivo<br />era ganar el Grand Prix de Las Vegas.<br /><br />Aquello no te impresionó<br />tanto como yo hubiese deseado.<br /><br />No era el primer piloto temerario<br />que veías<br />y apenas te inmutaste.<br /><br />Tuve entonces que recurrir<br />a ciertas estrategias<br />no muy recomendables.<br /><br />Te canté a la luz de la luna.<br /><br />Serví champagne sobre tu copa,<br />vestido de botones del hotel.<br /><br />Te hablé de mi amistad<br />con el círculo personal<br />del Presidente de los Estados Unidos.<br /><br />Hasta te perseguí por la piscina,<br />vestido con mi traje y mi corbata.<br /><br />Menuda forma de hacer el rídiculo,<br />me solías decir.<br /><br />Eras tan hermosa.<br /><br />Lo más cómico de todo aquello,<br />es que, a pesar de todo,<br />logré lo que me proponía.<br /><br />El coche, la chica y la carrera.<br /><br />No está mal, para un muchacho de provincias.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-6111119960168878042?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-16234932040080969232006-09-12T17:06:00.000+02:002006-09-12T17:12:54.136+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/fifties_family.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/fifties_family.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span>is</span> padres apostaron<br />por una gran familia<br />y se pasaron media vida<br />haciendo hijos.<br /><br />Escogieron sus nombres<br />guiándose con un gastado calendario<br />que muy probablemente aún conservan<br />en el interior de algún cajón en nuestra casa.<br /><br />Sin embargo,<br />a pesar de su esfuerzo<br />y su dedicación,<br />ninguno de nosotros<br />consiguió ser un santo.<br /><br />Cada uno<br />salió por donde pudo,<br />buscándose la vida.<br /><br />Tampoco sería justo<br />decir que no tuvimos<br />el valor de intentarlo.<br /><br />Me digo todo esto cuando vuelvo<br />al hogar de nuestra infancia<br />sabiendo que uno de los hijos de mis padres<br />murió ayer.<br /><br />Nadie les ha dicho nada<br />todavía.<br /><br />Esperando en su puerta,<br />poco antes de llamar<br />al viejo timbre,<br />aparece una idea<br />completamente fuera de lugar:<br /><br />Lo malo del que apuesta<br />es que siempre pierde algo en el camino.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-1623493204008096923?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-47333851298220818012006-09-11T17:57:00.000+02:002006-09-11T18:00:52.889+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/quick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/quick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>e</span> tengo dentro.<br /><br />Ya no sé qué ofrecerte<br />para hacer que te marches.<br /><br />Me quitas el sueño,<br />me desvelas.<br /><br />No puedes ni siquiera imaginártelo,<br />me he retorcido tantas noches<br />en la cama,<br />mordiéndome y rogando<br />por que desaparezcas...<br /><br />Hasta me he llevado<br />las manos a la cara,<br />casi sollozando,<br />en aquellos momentos<br />particularmente insoportables.<br /><br />¿Los recuerdas?<br />Claro que los recuerdas.<br /><br />En otras ocasiones,<br />sin embargo,<br />cesas y detienes<br />tu punzante<br />castigo en mis encías.<br /><br />Hay silencio.<br /><br />Supongo que es tu forma<br />de quererme.<br /><br />Pero lo mire por donde lo mire,<br />siempre llego a la misma conclusión.<br /><br />Cariño,<br />eres un jodido dolor de muelas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-4733385129822081801?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-1157847565118670702006-09-10T02:07:00.000+02:002006-09-10T15:22:48.826+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/1600/stewardess.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6786/4164/400/stewardess.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">L</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">as</span> vi pasar,<br />caminando y sonriendo,<br />como si el mundo fuese al fin feliz.<br /><br />Sus uniformes, decorados<br />con los colores de la compañía,<br />sus tocados perfectos,<br />sus broches.<br /><br />Saludaban a medida<br />que entrábamos en la cabina del avión.<br />Uno por uno,<br />nos prometían<br />un agradable viaje.<br /><br />Nosotros sólo queríamos huir,<br />marcharnos del país sin dejar rastro.<br />Estábamos vencidos,<br />rendidos en sus manos.<br /><br />Las azafatas nos acomodaban,<br />cuidaban de que todo fuese bien,<br />y nos dieron periódicos,<br />incluso una comida ligera.<br /><br />Mientras tanto,<br />por debajo de nuestros pies cansados,<br />el mundo se destruía.<br /><br />Pero no nos importó.<br />Volábamos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-115784756511867070?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34118274.post-1157817257417661442006-09-09T17:49:00.000+02:002006-09-10T15:44:43.513+02:00____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6768/3755/1600/Fade2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6768/3755/400/Fade2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">in</span> ánimo de luz,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">vagando a contra pie,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">regreso a casa.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Las prisas y la ausencia de palabras</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">hacen que me remonte a algún destello</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">en la claridad íntima y salvaje</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">de la niñez que me extravió.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">En el corazón de aquel pasado</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">casi siempre poco confesable,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">leo algunos libros<br />que me sirven de distracción</span><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Entablo ese discurso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-mi diálogo de verdugos personal-,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">donde suelo salir siempre mal parado.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Es lo mismo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">he perdido ya tantas veces la cabeza...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No estás</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">-no estoy, me digo-,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">y me cabreo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">o me sereno</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">y me engaño de nuevo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Relleno el vaso</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">hasta el final-el fin-el borde.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Y bebo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">bebo mucho.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sin ánimo de luz,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">vagando a contra tiempo,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">vuelvo a casa.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34118274-115781725741766144?l=dosciegos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El orondo Mulliganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256237025930659307noreply@blogger.com0