tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21739511341159491712012-02-13T05:29:41.389-03:00Ranita Charlatanaazhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.comBlogger5511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-51211111466385255042012-02-08T20:28:00.002-03:002012-02-08T20:29:10.182-03:00No sé si es ciclotimia.<div>Me siento tan bien con lo que soy</div><div>pero de repente, cuando me doy cuenta que soy un desastre,</div><div>no me siento tan bien. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-5121111146638525504?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-46895531155941701962012-02-08T14:14:00.003-03:002012-02-08T18:52:14.151-03:00<div>He's one of a kind. You won't ever meet someone like him.</div><div>You should be open to experience his world.</div><div>He'll let you in,</div><div>and you know, it's a beautiful world, his.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4689553115594170196?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-71427660471653011112012-02-07T12:15:00.004-03:002012-02-07T12:18:09.074-03:00<div>Redescubrí una canción de mi adolescencia.</div><div>Menciona la calle donde viviste.</div><div>A veces me contento con poco.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7142766047165301111?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-66360729987825546672012-02-06T21:57:00.002-03:002012-02-06T21:57:59.530-03:00Huí.<div>Me daba pánico pensar que nos gustábamos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6636072998782554667?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-32527091964740224762012-02-06T19:59:00.004-03:002012-02-06T20:02:12.188-03:00Si no me confirmás que te tirarías a un puente por mí,<div>creo que no vale la pena ni intentarlo.</div><div>Para salvarme, para ahorrármelo todo.</div><div>Me perdí en todas esas canalizaciones estéticas.</div><div>Me perdí en eso, en vos, </div><div>y no sé cómo recuperarme.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-3252709196474022476?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-64768739950133850462012-02-06T19:57:00.002-03:002012-02-06T19:59:15.487-03:00El azul de la puerta de Babilonia lo acapara todo.<div>Ver todas estos objetos hermosos ha restaurado mi fe en la humanidad.</div><div>Si hemos hecho todo esto,</div><div>algo estamos haciendo bien.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6476873995013385046?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-69355253052307999292012-02-06T19:55:00.001-03:002012-02-06T19:55:31.023-03:00Mi residencia estudiantil es casi un obscuro secreto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6935525305230799929?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-1567147452763078072012-02-06T19:51:00.002-03:002012-02-06T20:03:01.647-03:00Cómo me hizo de bien Wanderlustear por acá.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-156714745276307807?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-90190578481155843862012-02-06T19:46:00.001-03:002012-02-06T19:48:25.669-03:00Uno se fue,<div>el otro se quedó, sabe una haciéndo qué, si escribiendo o dibujando.</div><div>Pero antes,</div><div>hablaron en ese idioma incomprensibel para mí.</div><div>Mi eterna paranoia.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-9019057848115584386?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-47488334623249644752012-01-31T22:28:00.003-03:002012-01-31T22:30:36.170-03:00Me vuelvo a enamorar con Pulp.<div>Soñando con una vida que no tengo,</div><div>pero que imagino.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4748833462324964475?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-11982486519658406592012-01-31T22:26:00.001-03:002012-01-31T22:27:59.591-03:00Siento que sos la repetición de un amor viejo.<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1198248651965840659?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-88489777673105182252012-01-29T13:05:00.002-03:002012-01-29T13:07:06.872-03:00<div>Estas canciones de cuna yankis sólo me recuerdan a vos</div><div>y a cómo sería nuestra vida juntas. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-8848977767310518225?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-89555871388250106152012-01-29T09:26:00.002-03:002012-01-29T09:34:40.588-03:00Nos notaron raras,<div>sin poder hablarnos,</div><div>sin saber de qué hablar,</div><div>pero nos queríamos hablar.</div><div>Quería escucharte diciendo lo que sea que dijeras,</div><div>sólo para escucharte hablar,</div><div>porque nunca entiendo nada de lo que decís.</div><div>Que te acerques a mí,</div><div>como antes,</div><div>para escucharme, porque "Morena de mi corazón" suena muy fuerte. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-8955587138825010615?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-35454717791944493572012-01-29T09:24:00.001-03:002012-01-29T09:26:50.238-03:00Onírica,<div>aparecés bailando frente a mí.</div><div>Otra vez, </div><div>como si nada (y todo)</div><div>hubiese pasado.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-3545471779194449357?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-26752754391729700102012-01-29T09:23:00.002-03:002012-01-29T09:24:24.009-03:00Como si las casualidades de vivir en la ciudad me mantuviesen viva.<div>Casi como signos para indicarme el camino.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2675275439172970010?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-16766874311454856102012-01-23T18:12:00.003-03:002012-01-23T18:14:35.243-03:00Estoy comiendo una granada sola.<div>Llenándome de energías, </div><div>autosuficiente,</div><div>Estoy comiendo una granada sola,</div><div>para que las granadas dejen de recordarme a vos y tus amigos,</div><div>para que ahora las granadas sean sólo una fruta,</div><div>que ahora como sola, mirando los autos y la gente pasar desde la ventana de mi cuarto en la ciudad.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1676687431145485610?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-90628550563787565112012-01-18T18:03:00.002-03:002012-01-18T18:09:51.368-03:00Es que a veces, <div>aunque Londres esté nublada,</div><div>si todo está bien,</div><div>aparecés,</div><div>de la nada.</div><div>Yendo a comprar unas cervezas.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-9062855056378756511?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-44538624294520742142012-01-05T18:47:00.001-03:002012-01-05T18:47:18.467-03:00<div>Sábado 15 de octubre de 2011</div><div>Podés romperme el corazón</div><div>sin siquiera verme.</div><div>Forro.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4453862429452074214?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-70968860403750380272012-01-05T18:34:00.001-03:002012-01-05T18:36:14.238-03:00Amore:<br />¿Cómo vamos a encontrarnos,<div>entre tanto delirio mio?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7096886040375038027?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-75205156937606454992012-01-05T18:28:00.003-03:002012-01-05T18:30:39.863-03:00<div>La lucha constante entre Susanita y Mafalda.</div><div>Mafalda siempre gana, </div><div>perono puedo dejar de fantasear.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7520515693760645499?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-370640677948331552012-01-05T18:26:00.003-03:002012-01-05T18:34:43.699-03:00Saliendo de la biblioteca, <div>me encontré a Ron Patimkin,</div><div>Es un ex jugador de lacrosse que tras </div><div>un encuentro cercano con la muerte,</div><div>se fue nueve meses a Colombia.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-37064067794833155?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-14031089317143632632012-01-05T18:18:00.001-03:002012-01-05T18:19:59.747-03:00La máxima expresión de la violencia machista.<div>Un genocidio silencioso contra nosotras.</div><div>Nos quieren sumisas, o muertas. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1403108931714363263?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-10308855952018485342012-01-05T18:16:00.003-03:002012-01-05T18:47:57.498-03:00El 2011 fue un buen año para los noviazgos imaginarios. <div>Esto no sucederá en el 2012.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1030885595201848534?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-20857233589465073152012-01-05T18:06:00.002-03:002012-01-05T18:10:09.782-03:00Caminar en las cintas transportadoras del aeropuerto de Houston, <div>yendo a al puerta E20, a mi ansiado vuelo a Buenos Aires. </div><div>Caminar, dejando atrás un semestre horrible, </div><div>dos meses de terapia, un novio abusivo,</div><div>intenso trabajo intelectual y físico.</div><div>Lista para vacacionar.</div><div>Caminar, con "Pandillas de Verano" sonando, era la felicidad.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2085723358946507315?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-42006994250703937422012-01-05T18:04:00.001-03:002012-01-05T18:06:35.327-03:00Ya lo sabía.<div>Ya no podía escuchar canciones alegres pensando en vos.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4200699425070393742?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-57490319463974183732012-01-05T18:03:00.001-03:002012-01-05T18:04:36.717-03:00Una lo sabe.<div>Hay determinadas miradas, caras y gestos</div><div>que demuestran interés.</div><div>Vos los hiciste todos.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-5749031946397418373?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-50188170414428509612011-12-27T23:04:00.001-03:002011-12-27T23:04:23.410-03:00Hay cosas que simplemente dan mucho miedo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-5018817041442850961?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-55676147252130371972011-12-26T19:42:00.002-03:002011-12-26T19:45:31.785-03:00En la espontaneidad de la ciudad,<div>camino, </div><div>y se encienden las velas de una menorah gigante.</div><div>Escucho Psicomagia de Pablo Dacal,</div><div>y tocás el timbre vos. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-5567614725213037197?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-29567152259876756952011-11-26T03:13:00.001-03:002011-11-26T03:13:26.969-03:00En vez de volver a contactarte,<div>en esta borrachera,</div><div>te eliminé de mi vida (electrónica).</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2956715225987675695?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-66748184763276927482011-11-26T03:05:00.002-03:002011-11-26T03:07:22.708-03:00A veces,<div>sólo a veces,</div><div>siento que estaría bueno que alguien,</div><div>alguien,</div><div>pudiese cantar una canción de babasónicos.</div><div><br /></div><div>Las fiestas son muy tristes sin mis muchachos</div><div>con el loco de fondo.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sólo peleas pro jugar a las cartas,</div><div>borrachera de vino.</div><div>Volutas de humo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6674818476327692748?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-10062013242582926472011-11-23T02:13:00.000-03:002011-11-23T02:14:17.762-03:00<ul class="uiList body contentListWidth" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><li class="uiListItem uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "><div class="content noh" id="id.277045008998121" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; ">A veces, cuando pienso que soy feliz,</p></div><div class="content noh" id="id.277045008998121" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; ">siento que mi corazón va a dejar de funcionar y me va a matar,</p></div></li><li class="uiListItem uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "><div class="content noh" id="id.303733492985071" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; ">como si yo misma me boicoteara vivir.</p></div><div class="content noh" id="id.303733492985071" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; display: inline; "><br /></p></div></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1006201324258292647?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-70180231722178578042011-11-22T00:17:00.029-03:002011-11-22T01:42:21.300-03:00<div>Una compilación de frases de Maradona.</div><div>Un texto de Galeano con errores de tipeo.</div><div>Una foto enmarcada de Cristina Fernández sin photoshop, ni maquillaje.</div><div>Una canción de Mercedes Sosa acapella por mí.</div><div>Una postal con una imagen de todas mis amigas yankis y rubias (¿?) disfrazadas de integrantes del ejército revolucionario cubano, co'habano' y too'.</div><div><div>Un tatuaje de henna en la espalda de la silueta de Fidel.</div><div>Un posteo en tu muro de facebook que diga: "Happy B-Day"</div><div>Un powerpoint con fotos nuestras en la secundaria y "Hay amores" de Shakira de fondo.</div></div><div>Un paseo por un country de Pilar.</div><div>Una versión de "La Zamba del Che" de Victor Jara por los Pibes Chorros.</div><div>Un fotomontaje del mural de San Bartolo con tu cara en una de las figuras.</div><div>Una instalación de arte compuesta por decenas de bicicletas y mapas de los lugares que visitaste.</div><div>Una cena del comedor escolar (con esa salsa de soja dulce).</div><div>Soviets guatemaltecos.</div><div>Un acto de psicomagia mal hecho.</div><div>"Diarios de bicicleta" en loop por la eternidad (o hasta que ya no haya manera de generar electricidad).</div><div>Una cena de shabbat dedicada a vos.</div><div>Pasajes ilimitados de avión, así seguís destruyendo el planeta y escapándote de mí.</div><div>Aprendizaje instantáneo de malabares.</div><div>Una luna de miel tilinga en Texas.</div><div>Un libro de autoayuda erróneamente adjudicado a Jodo.</div><div>Una remera del "Che".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>o algo que realmente quieras, lo que sea.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7018023172217857804?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-74890601937022408652011-11-09T23:56:00.000-03:002011-11-10T00:18:37.712-03:00Paradojicamente,<div><div>nuestro romance no sólo </div><div>es platónico pero también </div><div>es clandestino.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7489060193702240865?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-84089085593000868702011-11-07T20:04:00.001-03:002011-11-07T20:04:57.893-03:00<div>"membership characterizes the way upper classes relate to each other."</div><div>así funciona una y otra vez que conosco a alguien acá</div><div>pero ayer no funcionó.</div><div>me miraste con los ojos grandes.</div><div>y tuve que volver a relacionarme como persona, </div><div>ganándome yo misma un lugar</div><div>no siendo el lugar que gané.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-8408908559300086870?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-73109640858472172052011-11-07T18:03:00.001-03:002011-11-07T18:03:58.783-03:00Muchas cosas pasan cuando salgo de mi habitación.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7310964085847217205?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-92215508144676451492011-11-01T20:36:00.002-03:002011-11-01T20:42:22.080-03:00Olvidate<div>Hoy ni en pedo les prendo nada.</div><div>¿Todos los santos?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Justo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-9221550814467645149?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-18445868868593031702011-10-31T19:46:00.001-03:002011-10-31T19:47:35.778-03:00¿Debería prender una vela por mis amores muertos?<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1844586886859303170?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-20273734621330881672011-10-31T19:44:00.000-03:002011-10-31T19:45:21.570-03:00Feliz día los muertos, amoro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2027373462133088167?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-88370169423903791792011-10-31T19:43:00.002-03:002011-10-31T19:43:57.039-03:00Tu hermano encarna todo lo que imagino como un argento <i>real</i>.<div>Real, es una palabra bastante fuerte.</div><div>y así nos pusimos constructivistas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-8837016942390379179?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-60237080565346843142011-10-31T19:42:00.002-03:002011-10-31T19:42:58.817-03:00Todavía puedo sentir que me estás cagando.<div>Aunque estés en otro país y no te vea hace años.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6023708056534684314?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-24935654302048433112011-10-31T19:39:00.001-03:002011-10-31T19:40:27.461-03:00Caminar eternamente las escaleras de la biblioteca,<br />sin encontrar la salida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2493565430204843311?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-5075818225316353792011-10-31T19:37:00.004-03:002011-10-31T19:39:08.745-03:00La primer cosa que se te ocurre para un dizfraz de Halloween es el éxtasis de Santa Teresa de Ávila por Bernini.<br />Sólo a nosotras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-507581822531635379?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-604148702572929582011-10-30T22:22:00.002-03:002011-10-30T22:23:13.387-03:00¿No me vas a aceptar?<div>Matate-</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-60414870257292958?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-37552666435802456182011-10-30T22:18:00.001-03:002011-10-30T22:20:12.670-03:00una semanita en mardel no me haría nada mal.<div>un par de días mirando el lago en tu casa.</div><div>un par de horas en el rilke path.</div><div>una conversación en el frío fumando con vos.</div><div><br /></div><div>algo, algo nomás.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-3755266643580245618?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-59181773734002876582011-10-30T17:38:00.001-03:002011-10-30T17:38:32.480-03:00Los domingos son difíciles.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-5918177373400287658?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-34420530616764146172011-10-27T17:33:00.001-03:002011-10-27T17:34:31.946-03:00An imaginary world where someone abstract can sit next to a tigresa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-3442053061676414617?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-79471100386654365542011-10-24T23:20:00.000-03:002011-10-24T23:21:08.318-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 254, 252); ">Está bueno lo que dice, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 254, 252); ">así corte poético.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7947110038665436554?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-68781191509291405132011-10-23T19:58:00.000-03:002011-10-23T19:59:00.833-03:00No puedo comprender cómo seguís estando TAN bueno.<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6878119150929140513?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-14687863420202990152011-10-23T19:53:00.002-03:002011-10-23T19:53:50.617-03:00Los muchachos argentinos siempre me harán reir.<div>Aunque sea por televisión.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1468786342020299015?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-38158000068272498632011-10-22T22:21:00.002-03:002011-10-22T22:23:29.523-03:00Ephemeral streams.<div>Flow only for a part of the year.</div><div>Do not have a sufficient upstream source.</div><div>The water that fills a channel due to heavy rain or a spring eventually sinks into the ground or evaporates and the stream dies-</div><div><br /></div><div>Como vos, amor.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-3815800006827249863?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-40092324388829662872011-10-22T20:42:00.001-03:002011-10-22T20:42:55.806-03:00(Con Jules)<br />¡Basta de mediopelismo!<div>¡Que vengan los hombres! He dicho</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4009232438882966287?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-17366938306140049962011-10-17T21:50:00.001-03:002011-10-17T21:52:03.809-03:00Si por sólo un momento<div>alguna de todas esas personas</div><div>me vio como otra que pensé que me había </div><div>olvidado que era,</div><div>seré feliz. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1736693830614004996?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-42417246302383266902011-10-17T20:38:00.001-03:002011-10-17T20:40:37.565-03:00<div>Hay tantas personas que podría ser.<br />Que me cuesta decidirme.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4241724630238326690?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-66363928407575192172011-10-17T20:09:00.001-03:002011-10-17T20:15:40.530-03:00Jamás se te ocurrió que me iba para perseguirte.<div>Estamos como jugando a la mancha.</div><div>Y vos siempre te escapás.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6636392840757519217?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-21418274867462201392011-10-15T23:21:00.003-03:002011-10-15T23:22:27.818-03:00Podés romperme el corazón <div>sin siquiera verme.</div><div>Forro.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2141827486746220139?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-77724640926840699202011-10-15T23:21:00.001-03:002011-10-15T23:21:55.599-03:00Estoy harta de que te acuestes con cualquiera menos conmigo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7772464092684069920?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-16065346718383496782011-10-15T00:39:00.001-03:002011-10-15T00:39:43.206-03:00<div>Te veo</div><div>noche tras noche</div><div>yéndote con otras</div><div><br /></div><div>sabiendo que no serás para mí,</div><div>al menos no aún.</div><div>sabiendo,</div><div>que no estamos preparados para amarnos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1606534671838349678?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-12147113943123467452011-10-13T14:35:00.001-03:002011-10-13T14:35:24.591-03:00<a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsxup1oUN21r4vn34o1_400.jpg">http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsxup1oUN21r4vn34o1_400.jpg</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1214711394312346745?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-3746043459560746522011-10-12T22:54:00.002-03:002011-10-12T22:58:16.817-03:00Always in that strange limbo between the present and the future.<br />Siento que ya escribí esto demasiadas veces.<br />Es casi como un sueño recurrente.<br />Pero no es un sueño lúcido,<br />de esos que vos tenés. <div><br /></div><div>Necesito estos limbos un poco más igual.<br />Como esos cinco minutos en los que se para el tiempo cuando fumás un cigarrillo.<br />De esos que hablabas vos, </div><div>cuando veíamos que la lluvia caía afuera de la ventana.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-374604345956074652?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-30889180878532314782011-10-12T22:52:00.001-03:002011-10-12T22:53:52.371-03:00Me tropecé.<br />Porquesoytorpe.<br />Pero me estabas mirando. <div>Justo.</div><div>Sonreiste.<br />Sonreí.<br />(Y me quería matar)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-3088918087853231478?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-813681140404622182011-10-12T22:51:00.001-03:002011-10-12T22:52:37.822-03:00Tengo mis varios novios imaginarios.<div>Varios de ellos viven en otros continentes.</div><div>Me sacan a pasear.</div><div>Aunque siempre termino estando con alguna yanki pelirroja</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-81368114040462218?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-5926711942516914092011-10-12T22:50:00.003-03:002011-10-12T22:51:26.507-03:00Mis amores a distancia me mantienen viva.<div>Me siento una Simone en la era digital.</div><div>Mandando mensajes de feisbuc en vez de cartas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-592671194251691409?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-90486708345840776802011-10-12T22:50:00.001-03:002011-10-12T22:50:37.918-03:00Las hormigas se están apoderando de mi casa.<div>¿Será que se está pudriendo?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-9048670834584077680?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-85620742350372892922011-10-12T22:49:00.000-03:002011-10-12T22:50:09.361-03:00Abarrotarme de todo lo que tengo y ser. (vivir)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-8562074235037289292?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-44661843382332664622011-10-12T22:48:00.003-03:002011-10-12T22:49:44.111-03:00Será que tengo que actuar.<div>Pero el noreste de los Estados Unidos</div><div>no son el mejor lugar.</div><div>Dejar la vulgaridad de lado.</div><div>La vulgaridad que está ahí,</div><div>afuera de la puerta, fumando.</div><div>Y crearme algo distinto.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4466184338233266462?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-63901768450370393552011-10-12T22:47:00.002-03:002011-10-12T22:47:59.054-03:00El recuerdo de una Europa romántica<div>que nunca tuve.</div><div>Con mi amor. </div><div>Aunque ahora diga/crea/piense que sí lo tuve.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6390176845037039355?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-66270205197519479012011-10-12T22:45:00.001-03:002011-10-12T22:46:59.253-03:00Heme aquí,<div>escribiendo boberías,</div><div>llena de tabaco,</div><div>llena de limoncello en sangre,</div><div>llena de nostalgia </div><div>por lo que supo ser presente</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6627020519751947901?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-2105977982271819252011-10-12T22:44:00.001-03:002011-10-12T22:45:21.744-03:00Estuve de acá para allá.<div>Y la carta no llegó,</div><div>tampoco el mensaje que me dijiste que me prometiste.</div><div>La carta llegó por email</div><div>y me asegura que te voy a ver.</div><div>Te voy a ver. (?)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-210597798227181925?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-40256009509988283652011-10-10T20:26:00.000-03:002011-10-10T20:27:17.482-03:00Y no tenerle miedo a que lo que hagamos sea insignificante.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4025600950998828365?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-45764346383521204012011-10-04T21:11:00.001-03:002011-10-04T21:11:58.671-03:00<div>Parar hizo bien.</div><div>Tiempo para reflexionar.</div><div>Para volver a escuchar nineties riot girl music</div><div>para fumar un cigarrillo por estrictas razones poéticas</div><div>para tomar spritz un lunes a la noche con algún amigo</div><div><br /></div><div>para volver a sentirme viva, </div><div>reconciliándo mis múltiples vidas en este hoy.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4576434638352120401?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-42413400342119647532011-09-26T22:11:00.001-03:002011-09-26T22:11:16.306-03:00<div>Siento que burbujas de felicidad</div><div>burbujas de esas de cuando el agua está hirviendo,</div><div>surjen de mí y se dispersan hacia el exterior.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4241340034211964753?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-77298855873580728902011-09-24T03:15:00.001-03:002011-09-24T03:15:47.281-03:00ni los cortes de pelo me alejan de vos.<div><i>todo es epidérmico nena, todo es superficial</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7729885587358072890?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-71289837196480018852011-09-22T00:43:00.000-03:002011-09-22T00:44:00.462-03:00Bienvenido otoño<div>A ver si este año resistimos el frío</div><div>Mi eterno frío</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7128983719648001885?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-7877453426225608132011-09-14T00:47:00.001-03:002011-09-14T00:47:38.879-03:00A veces sólo hay que parar.<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-787745342622560813?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-73734748103345308482011-09-11T17:23:00.002-03:002011-09-11T17:25:59.146-03:00De todos los lugares en el mundo que conozco,<div>el que más extraño, el que está de fondo de pantalla,</div><div>es ese lago que visitamos, cerca de tu casa. </div><div>Allá, con vos, el tiempo se paraba. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7373474810334530848?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-613835385690115152011-09-05T10:37:00.001-03:002011-09-05T10:40:49.800-03:00Estoy con una vida nueva, <div>que me sienta bien,</div><div>tratándo que mi antigua vida no se apodere de mí,</div><div>empujándola, lejos, lejos.</div><div>Como cuando jugaba al softball.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-61383538569011515?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-13248836124163266092011-08-19T22:23:00.001-03:002011-08-19T22:24:17.595-03:00Me niego todavía a ceder <div>esta última fantasía.</div><div>De casarme con vos.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Aunque sabemos que no va a pasar</div><div>Y si pasase, no nos duraría mucho..</div><div> <br /></div><div>oh.. la realidad</div><div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1324883612416326609?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-7565372658282254552011-08-19T22:19:00.000-03:002011-08-19T22:20:19.527-03:00<div>Todo parecería ser perfecto en la epidermis</div><div>Pero poco a poco, se dejan relucir esos puntos negros</div><div>que destruyen la fachada de éxito.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-756537265828225455?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-15246814562761721682011-08-18T00:23:00.001-03:002011-08-18T00:23:49.966-03:00<div>cuando la gente se va</div><div>y sólo me queda itunes</div><div>escucho música yanki de ensueños</div><div>que me hace acordar a vos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1524681456276172168?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-12913548824205581882011-08-17T00:07:00.003-03:002011-08-17T00:08:10.797-03:00Soy de las que los auriculares se le enredan <i>cada vez</i> que quiere escuchar música.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-1291354882420558188?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-35054869325874247062011-08-12T00:18:00.004-03:002011-08-17T00:10:51.325-03:00Ví todo el plantel de Colombia yéndose a Asunción.<div>Ví una publicidad con Ginóbili. A casi moco tendido.</div><div>Ví una banda de rock yanki subiéndose en mi avión.</div><div>Y también ví, que claramente, no estaba viajando con vos, ni ahora, ni mañana.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-3505486932587424706?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-9657401308277509532011-08-11T00:59:00.001-03:002011-08-11T01:01:14.342-03:00Me venís a salvar, <div>desde el anonimato,</div><div>una vez más.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Si me escuchara un poco más,</div><div>si te escuchara un poco más,</div><div>quizás siga estando bien. </div><div>Salud.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-965740130827750953?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-61879087040006877962011-08-09T02:27:00.000-03:002011-08-09T02:28:23.605-03:00Sos menos copado de lo que suena que sos.<div> <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6187908704000687796?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-87372978159808997142011-08-09T02:25:00.002-03:002011-08-09T02:27:32.812-03:00No hay nada que me cague el sueño peor,<div>que escuchar el zumbido de un mosquito en mi oreja a las dos de la mañana.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Y además, ¿de dónde sale un mosquito en pleno agosto?</div><div>¿Será que me lo traje en la valija y no le avisé al Senasa?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-8737297815980899714?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-28813868472783178532011-08-08T21:20:00.002-03:002011-08-08T21:23:22.875-03:00Pareciera que estos recreos de mi agitada vida bonaerense, me hacen bien.<div>Estar en casa, cocinando quinoa y tomando té con mi mamá en piyama todo el día.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2881386847278317853?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-58528756397347219802011-08-08T01:21:00.003-03:002011-08-08T01:23:33.721-03:00<div>En La Plata conseguí crearme ese mundo que siempre quise para mi, </div><div>(pero que no me animo a vivir las veinticuatro horas del día)</div><div>y lo tengo cada vez que estoy allí, al menos algunas horas al año.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-5852875639734721980?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-45402900174842787032011-08-03T00:08:00.003-03:002011-08-03T00:22:16.687-03:00Cíclica.<br />Cosas que se repiten, una y otra vez.<br />Pero pareciera haber una especie de progreso en algunos aspectos.<div>A veces encuentro paz.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4540290017484278703?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-73188637164451758242011-08-03T00:02:00.002-03:002011-08-03T00:06:58.221-03:00Muchas veces veo que me gustan textos de los cuales puedo extraer el pensamiento de quien los escribe. Y quizá eso sea lo único que se rescate de ellos. Esa sinceridad. Aunque el texto no esté bien escrito y no utilice ningún recurso literario intencionalmente. Esa sinceridad que le falta a tantos textos que leo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7318863716445175824?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-33668761024066304542011-07-20T22:56:00.003-03:002011-07-20T23:00:06.602-03:00<div>Nos dimos unos besos, pero salimos de eso,</div><div>y nos elevamos a una forma superior de amor,</div><div>nos queremos de una manera mucho más allá de una calentura, </div><div>es como que nos amamos de manera energética-</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>no sé cómo explicarlo</div><div>decir que somos amigxs no es suficiente,</div><div>decir que nos amamos no es del todo correcto</div><div>es como que nos amamos platónicamente</div><div>pero el platonicismo no es porque no podemos estar juntos</div><div>de hecho hemos ido a playas nudistas juntxs varias veces</div><div>el platonicismo es más</div><div>porque nos amamos en una forma no tangible</div><div>tampoco diría espiritual.</div><div>sino, energética.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-3366876102406630454?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-42371075220673016572011-07-20T18:28:00.003-03:002011-07-20T18:32:07.357-03:00Algunas cosas parecen no cambiar.<div>Mi afición por los músicos.</div><div>Y su afición por mí.</div><div><br /></div><div>Comentaron qué les había pasado.</div><div>Por suerte había explicación para tan mal show.</div><div>Sin embargo, esas canciones seguían sanando mi corazón roto.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4237107522067301657?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-22884697919665909622011-07-20T18:11:00.001-03:002011-07-20T18:15:59.133-03:00Después de haber hecho más de veinticinco veces valijas en los últimos tres años estoy lista para declarar que estoy harta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2288469791966590962?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-54279991255376996072011-07-18T16:56:00.002-03:002011-07-18T17:03:44.181-03:00<div>Mi verano finalmente comenzó</div><div>con alguien cuyo apodo es la segunda parte de tu nombre.</div><div>Es como si fueran parte de un mismo díptico </div><div>al que llamaré "Muerte y resurrección".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>súper original viste.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-5427999125537699607?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-26621952470999003082011-07-16T04:58:00.001-03:002011-07-16T04:58:10.126-03:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Me acordé esa vez en el auto,</div><div>cuando vimos el sol reflejado en las ventanas de un edificio</div><div>y creimos que estaba prendido fuego</div><div>tampoco podíamos hacer mucho</div><div>estábamos del otro lado del río.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2662195247099900308?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-85801200492600705982011-07-16T04:12:00.001-03:002011-07-16T04:12:37.049-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "><div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_33502254_1310882909787:4248487131" style="direction: ltr; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; ">arent we all?</div><div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_33502254_1310882912530:3532558877" style="direction: ltr; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; ">tempted</div><div class="fbChatMessage fsm direction_ltr" jsid="message" id="msg_33502254_1310882914898:3875003643" style="direction: ltr; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 193px; ">by the empire</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-8580120049260070598?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-42299461114978974262011-07-14T18:18:00.000-03:002011-07-14T18:19:00.362-03:00Viendo dia a dia<br />the exile of the young american left..<br />y lo que nos dej'o.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-4229946111497897426?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-72788995807665204312011-07-12T02:49:00.002-03:002011-07-12T02:50:50.303-03:00<div>La casa está embrujada,</div><div>la psicóloga, lejos</div><div>la revolución nunca nos llegó.</div><div>Y a vos sólo te veo en pantalla.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-7278899580766520431?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-69630110430352256582011-07-11T01:37:00.000-03:002011-07-11T01:38:07.790-03:00juntarlo todo<div>para liberarlo en un kame kame ka de arte.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-6963011043035225658?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-59887276414619975962011-07-08T02:24:00.002-03:002011-07-08T02:25:10.802-03:00Me consume el deseo de generar una pieza<div>de algo tan banal como el arte.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-5988727641461997596?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-52044585140981084562011-07-08T01:25:00.001-03:002011-07-08T01:26:16.231-03:00I am indeed disturbed,<div>every now and then</div><div>though I only seem to remember this,</div><div>when I see those ugly green ducks.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-5204458514098108456?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173951134115949171.post-21198062686180135902011-07-08T01:20:00.001-03:002011-07-08T01:21:30.739-03:00Entre recuerdos borrados<div>que aparecen entretanto</div><div>en el medio del llanto y las sonrisas.</div><div>Porque<i> todo está bien.</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173951134115949171-2119806268618013590?l=azhelem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>azhelemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13645031508563417861noreply@blogger.com0