tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2375356394030951872011-07-28T10:53:28.296-07:00NO HAY UN SITIO EN ESTE PUTO MUNDO EN DONDE TE PUEDAS ESCONDER Y YO TE VOY A ENCONTRARMARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-41685930591376004842010-10-14T10:21:00.000-07:002010-10-14T10:27:05.837-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/TLc8ZlrBmqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qZDt_iDAivc/s1600/DSC_1802.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527953477927541410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/TLc8ZlrBmqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qZDt_iDAivc/s400/DSC_1802.JPG" /></a><br /><div> Saber que todo se termina</div><div>no me hace feliz</div><div>agria es la fruta</div><div>que me das de comer</div><div>Fuente es atesorar</div><div>el momento que probé...</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-4168593059137600484?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-69033528520904013712010-07-23T17:00:00.000-07:002010-07-23T17:06:35.581-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/TEouEbh6YjI/AAAAAAAAALs/FgNic6CgKt8/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497256948803461682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/TEouEbh6YjI/AAAAAAAAALs/FgNic6CgKt8/s400/DSC_0181.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No puedo dejar de pensar</div><br /><div>que lugar tiene la vida para mi</div><br /><div>los reflejos ya no me gustan</div><br /><div>el pasado es algo pegajoso</div><br /><div>unpresente a las piñas</div><br /><div> y el futuro es pateando culos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-6903352852090401371?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-25366893987683058792010-02-28T08:20:00.000-08:002010-02-28T08:29:08.938-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/S4qYBe7RHHI/AAAAAAAAALc/PiJDj7P0CGc/s1600-h/luna1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443330250879605874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/S4qYBe7RHHI/AAAAAAAAALc/PiJDj7P0CGc/s400/luna1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La misma Luna que refleja</div><div>en hechizo resuelto</div><div>distintas verdades se ajustan</div><div>en anhelo desafiante</div><div>refugio de quien sabe</div><div>que Dios</div><div>burla al tiempo y la distancia.</div><div></div><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-2536689398768305879?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-19706553419629260402010-02-08T18:03:00.000-08:002010-02-08T18:36:17.199-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/S3DJKgGBB3I/AAAAAAAAALU/pTBa0JrXT9Q/s1600-h/DSC_1055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436065932487231346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/S3DJKgGBB3I/AAAAAAAAALU/pTBa0JrXT9Q/s400/DSC_1055.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Almaceno buena onda</div><br /><div>se que me está haciendo falta</div><br /><div>y estoy agotando la gasolina</div><br /><div>y el camino se hace impenetrable</div><br /><div>sin el maldito vehículo</div><br /><div>las figuras se deshacen</div><br /><div>y no es la velocidad</div><br /><div>es la mala memoria</div><br /><div>Lucir elegante, no me hace más lindo</div><br /><div>la tierra me tapa el dolor</div><br /><div>del pasado recorrido</div><br /><div>malo?</div><br /><div>bueno?</div><br /><div>la noche del día</div><br /><div>o el día de la noche</div><br /><div>en la distancia mental</div><br /><div>se hace más larga</div><br /><div>Esta es una parada de emergencia </div><br /><div> necesito arreglarme la corbata</div><br /><div>del traje de los años</div><br /><div>para continuar el viaje.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-1970655341962926040?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-84319483553464782422010-01-14T06:48:00.000-08:002010-01-14T07:19:18.265-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/S0813C7HhfI/AAAAAAAAALE/7GGYOjlmyuM/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426615295798642162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/S0813C7HhfI/AAAAAAAAALE/7GGYOjlmyuM/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>La fortuna, poco tiene que ver con lo sólido.</div><br /><div>Estado que hasta hace poco buscaba</div><br /><div>La insistencia, terca lo imposible</div><br /><div>y las figuras ya no son el fin de ese ideal de bondad que se escurre entre los dedos del pasado</div><br /><div>El sol calienta distinto en cada uno de nosotros, pero se siente.</div><br /><div>El miedo corre cerrando puertas, que no te deja mirar más, lo que antes creias ver.</div><br /><div>Como un sonámbulo despierto creyendo que nunca dormí en el regazo del tiempo</div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-8431948355346478242?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-436545540263362252009-12-25T19:15:00.000-08:002009-12-25T19:27:14.851-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SzWAbiUMAaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pw2PSSGVSH4/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419378937166561698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SzWAbiUMAaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pw2PSSGVSH4/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Puedo tener lluvia</div><div>juntar fiebre en el ocaso</div><div>sentir flores en el aire</div><div>y saber que la vida llega</div><div>planear lo que nunca sale</div><div>esperar el chubasco solo</div><div>armar el bote de la emergencia</div><div>aunque sea tarde</div><div>mirar la suerte</div><div>y esperar el momento</div><div>sabiendo que te esquiva</div><div>la esperanza del oasis</div><div>que nunca llega</div><div>aún a la espera</div><div>y a pesar de todo, continuar</div><div>...continuar.</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-43654554026336225?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-13048957953138621452009-09-17T18:27:00.000-07:002009-09-17T18:41:32.910-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SrLiCKkbOxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vh8mNULTJ_U/s1600-h/DSC_0519.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382613031485913874" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SrLiCKkbOxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vh8mNULTJ_U/s400/DSC_0519.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Se puede abrir un surco</p><p>se puede hacer un tajo</p><p>se puede partir al medio</p><p>y que las partes se alejen</p><p>se miren y no se toquen</p><p>esto es reacción.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-1304895795313862145?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-24058377444279533892009-07-24T16:14:00.000-07:002009-07-24T16:26:22.148-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SmpBLVtAa4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/mS-gcVKLVwU/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362169969398279042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SmpBLVtAa4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/mS-gcVKLVwU/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Justo cuando Dios siempre te ve</div><div>y esperás una respuesta</div><div>con alteraciones decididas</div><div>prospera el sentimiento compartido</div><div>el júbilo siempre sana</div><div>y aunque creas alcanzarlo</div><div>en ese momento</div><div>Dios ya no te mira</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-2405837744427953389?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-25923389994868893492009-04-25T17:31:00.000-07:002009-04-25T17:45:22.135-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SfOrvBYnWUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PgVoetSezvo/s1600-h/DSC_0543.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791608423307586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SfOrvBYnWUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PgVoetSezvo/s400/DSC_0543.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ALGUIEN QUIERE MIRAR</div><div>OTROS SE DEJAN VER</div><div>EL MUNDO TIENE ESTO</div><div>SE PUEDE ENTRAR</div><div>TE PROHIBEN ESTAR</div><div>SE CIERRAN </div><div>SE ABREN</div><div>ESCONDEN</div><div>MUESTRAN</div><div>LA VIDA ES UNA VENTANA</div><div>DEL LADO QUE ESTES</div><div>GIRA A 180º</div><div>Y DEFIENDE EL LUGAR</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-2592338999486889349?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-70213385622807325832009-03-10T10:18:00.000-07:002009-03-31T08:04:20.184-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Sbahmv-XmKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gajxajD6gOU/s1600-h/DSC_0216.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311610497615239330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Sbahmv-XmKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gajxajD6gOU/s400/DSC_0216.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Todo es como lo veo<br />lo real no nació igual<br />esa dimensión escurridiza<br />muere sin conocer<br />que todo alrededor se fermenta<br />al compás de una canción<br />que sólo se escucha<br />en la rabia de mi son.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-7021338562280732583?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-23159887507223298802009-01-28T06:35:00.000-08:002009-01-28T06:52:58.712-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SYBts5cOcwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/d1xkB0KghSQ/s1600-h/DSC_0085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296353779888583426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SYBts5cOcwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/d1xkB0KghSQ/s400/DSC_0085.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />ELLA ESCUPE FALSEDAD<br />QUIERE AL DOLOR MI AMISTAD<br />LOS CAMINOS SON ANGOSTOS<br />TANTO QUE SUELEN DESAPARECER<br />DEL MIEDO SACO VALOR<br />COMO ESTE CIEGO DOMADOR<br />SIENTE LA FIERA RESPIRAR<br />MANOS TIERNAS SE ME ACERCAN<br />Y FRIAS AL TOCAR ESTAN<br />FRASES MUERTAS EN EL AIRE<br />MUSICA CON MUCHA TEMPESTAD<br />FINA ES LA LINEA REAL<br />Y ESA DULCE LUZ ME GUIARA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-2315988750722329880?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-83633374995660385952009-01-16T13:14:00.000-08:002009-01-16T13:22:53.714-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SXD5TCIglJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JHtxQrFqjOY/s1600-h/DSC_0317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292003667545724050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SXD5TCIglJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JHtxQrFqjOY/s400/DSC_0317.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>CUANDO DESPIERTE,</div><div>ALGUNA VEZ,</div><div>QUISIERA ENCONTRARTE </div><div>AL PIE DEL ARCO IRIS </div><div>QUE HAN CREADO</div><div>MIS LAGRIMAS Y</div><div>EL SOL DE LA ANSIEDAD</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-8363337499566038595?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-77244574105439486812009-01-16T12:54:00.000-08:002009-01-16T13:14:07.790-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SXD4OyyStOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cvhlYXaUKe8/s1600-h/sequia+(7).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292002495194903778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SXD4OyyStOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cvhlYXaUKe8/s400/sequia+(7).JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div>LOS VIENTOS</div><br /><div>EL CALOR</div><br /><div>EL VIAJE</div><br /><div>EL DESEO</div><br /><div>LA SEQUIA</div><br /><div>EL PLACER</div><br /><div>DE SENTIR</div><br /><div>LA NADA</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-7724457410543948681?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-73000075187170107422008-12-28T14:25:00.000-08:002008-12-28T14:36:13.848-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SVf9xVk9u8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/D_uNJGuTAP8/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284971711790169026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SVf9xVk9u8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/D_uNJGuTAP8/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>QUE ESPERAN LAS MUJERES?</div><div>QUE AÑORAN NUESTRAS MUJERES?</div><div>QUE LE PROMETIERON A ESTAS MUJERES?</div><div>SUEÑAN QUE SON FELICES MIENTRAS ESPERAN</div><div>PUEDE QUE AL FINAL, SIEMPRE ES ESPERAR ALGO QUE SE MANTIENE SIEMPRE A LA MISMA DISTANCIA</div><div>Y EN ESE TIEMPO ESTA LA FELICIDAD</div><div>DE AQUELLO QUE LE PROMETIERON</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-7300007518717010742?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-29026163265507167912008-11-07T05:13:00.000-08:002008-11-07T05:27:58.484-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SRQ_oBZB6gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eLH5ibFe5Bw/s1600-h/DSC_0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265903821103688194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SRQ_oBZB6gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eLH5ibFe5Bw/s400/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>EN ESE SEGUNDO</div><div>SE ROMPIERON MIL AÑOS DE RESISTENCIA</div><div>EL MISTERIO DE LO GUARDADO</div><div>SE REVELA</div><div>Y ME REARMO POR MIL AÑOS MAS</div><div>SOSTENIENDO LO FRAGIL DE MI FORTALEZA</div><div>AL ENFRENTAR EL EJERCITO INVENCIBLE DE TU VOZ</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-2902616326550716791?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-81894611305087055132008-10-21T07:26:00.000-07:002008-10-21T07:34:50.703-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SP3oSL-8cKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EsBY-5POTDE/s1600-h/DSC_2178.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615338990694562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SP3oSL-8cKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EsBY-5POTDE/s400/DSC_2178.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Después de tanto verano para mi </div><br /><div>sin espera de una señal</div><br /><div>tu voz</div><br /><div>siempre esta por llegar</div><br /><div>un balde derramado de pasado</div><br /><div>sabia que</div><br /><div>la tormenta tenía que venir</div><br /><div>no se puede evitar</div><br /><div>la historia </div><br /><div>no se puede evadir</div><br /><div>hay algo que no se puede destruir</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-8189461130508705513?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-69943824708725892662008-10-12T19:03:00.000-07:002008-10-12T19:20:18.130-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SPKwOOom8HI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qCr6dDXqsl4/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256457473587867762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SPKwOOom8HI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qCr6dDXqsl4/s400/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Con fecha de vencimiento, se fue desvaneciendo </div><br /><div>esos colores polaroid</div><br /><div>momentos que se ocultaban</div><br /><div>antes de aparecer</div><br /><div>flotaba </div><br /><div>mas que nunca</div><br /><div>te amaba</div><br /><div>flotaba en el cielo de octubre</div><br /><div>y esa linea que se acerca</div><br /><div>infinitamente no llega</div><br /><div>una union en mi alma</div><br /><div>que no puede ser unica </div><br /><div>debo creer</div><br /><div>que esto no es todo</div><br /><div>falsos juegos de mi mente</div><br /><div>eramos dos</div><br /><div>que queriamos estar juntos</div><br /><div>siempre </div><br /><div>y amarnos</div><br /><div>lo vi</div><br /><div>en tus ojos</div><br /><div>lo senti en mi pecho...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-6994382470872589266?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-64692904908776491122008-09-05T08:17:00.000-07:002008-09-05T08:24:57.971-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SMFNzSGggOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dQjVyTydA-E/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242556984663769314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SMFNzSGggOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dQjVyTydA-E/s400/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p>LA VIDA EN ESPEJO</p><p>CUAL ES EL REAL?</p><p>ESPEJO DE QUE?</p><p>ESPEJO DE QUIEN?</p><p>ESPEJO DE UNO ?</p><p>ESPEJO DE LA SOCIEDAD?</p><p>DE TU COMPADRE?</p><p>DE TU SOCIO?</p><p>DEL AMOR A TI MISMO?</p><p>ESPEJO QUE SOLO EL OTRO VE</p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-6469290490877649112?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-59011049415223004932008-09-05T08:08:00.000-07:002008-09-05T08:14:19.416-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SMFLmhWikQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SGeVB9lwY4g/s1600-h/DSC_1667.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242554566395990274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SMFLmhWikQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SGeVB9lwY4g/s400/DSC_1667.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>ALGUIEN QUE NO ESTA</p><p>PREPARA EL CONJURO</p><p>NUNCA EL SABOR SE VE</p><p>SE INVADE LO IRREAL</p><p>COMO ALGUIEN QUE SABE CREER</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-5901104941522300493?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-16408990691197130722008-06-17T08:54:00.000-07:002008-06-17T09:03:23.375-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212879639267526610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SFfeabNoR9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/EkwDNjERtIQ/s400/piqueteros+veron+asentamiento+12.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>NADA EL HAMBRE</p><p>EN AGUAS ODIOSAS</p><p>SE AHOGA EL DOLOR </p><p>EN HUMOS QUEBRADOS</p><p>LLORA EL HOMBRE OLVIDADO</p><p>EN MANOS SIN CONTENCION</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-1640899069119713072?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-9571341086015729542008-06-04T17:36:00.000-07:002008-06-04T17:48:23.010-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SEc2oEIsoBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1VJ1hd3t_Lg/s1600-h/DSC_2063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208191556010156050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SEc2oEIsoBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1VJ1hd3t_Lg/s400/DSC_2063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />LA FUENTE DE VIDA<br />ES LA BUSQUEDA<br />DE LA FELICIDAD<br />DEL DOLOR SE APRENDE<br />DEL AMOR SE SALVA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-957134108601572954?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-42084343783003498902008-04-25T16:07:00.000-07:002008-04-25T16:11:55.206-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SBJkdoiepqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xrkxlyCPz2E/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193323780572620450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SBJkdoiepqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xrkxlyCPz2E/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ALGUIEN VOLANDO </div><div>CUANDO SIENTE</div><div>ALGUIEN CREANDO</div><div>CUANDO VAGA</div><div>ALGUIEN VIVIENDO</div><div>CUANDO AMA</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-4208434378300349890?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-56939256571145457222008-04-18T08:10:00.001-07:002008-04-18T08:14:45.246-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SAi6TcLlVsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0B9FB1esJg0/s1600-h/humo+en+la+plata+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190603413689554626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/SAi6TcLlVsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0B9FB1esJg0/s400/humo+en+la+plata+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>EL MUNDO SE VUELVE ATEO</div><div>EL HOMBRE SE ENCARGA DE EJECUTARLO</div><div>Y DIOS SE ENCARGA DE ENCOMENDARLO</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-5693925657114545722?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-79953678065211197002008-01-11T15:11:00.000-08:002008-01-11T15:17:28.801-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/R4f4Lt1ijBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lefXQk6LL48/s1600-h/DSC_0481.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154361178715229202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/R4f4Lt1ijBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lefXQk6LL48/s400/DSC_0481.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ALGO SOBRA EN LOS VECTORES</div><div>NUNCA PUEDO JUNTARLOS </div><div>TAREA INFINITA</div><div>TAREA IMPOSIBLE</div><div>MISION INFINITAMENTE POSIBLE</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-7995367806521119700?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-70597288564661878142007-10-17T18:07:00.000-07:002007-10-17T18:32:12.533-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rxa3hV25AdI/AAAAAAAAADo/bJfaEqaFteQ/s1600-h/Nueva+imagen.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122483409611456978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rxa3hV25AdI/AAAAAAAAADo/bJfaEqaFteQ/s400/Nueva+imagen.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rxay1V25AbI/AAAAAAAAADc/CjWxIU4zspk/s1600-h/DSC_6661.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122478255650701746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="54" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rxay1V25AbI/AAAAAAAAADc/CjWxIU4zspk/s400/DSC_6661.JPG" width="75" border="0" /></a>LO QUE BUSCO </div><br /><div>LO ENCUENTRO</div><br /><div>SE MIRAR</div><br /><div>SE VER</div><br /><div>SE ATRAPAR</div><br /><div>ES QUE TODO </div><br /><div>SIEMPRE ESTUVO AQUI</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-7059728856466187814?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-91637127965699777772007-09-18T18:35:00.000-07:002007-09-18T18:41:41.551-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RvB9IZD7qFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ADVIaLwdrPE/s1600-h/DSC_0725.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111723160185317458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RvB9IZD7qFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ADVIaLwdrPE/s400/DSC_0725.jpg" border="0" /></a>SE QUE EL MUNDO<br />SE HACE<br />SE QUE EL MUNDO<br />ES LO QUE VES<br />SE QUE EL MUNDO<br />SE SIENTE<br />SE QUE EL MUNDO<br />SON MIL LUPAS<br />Y RENUNCIAR ES PERDER<br />LO QUE NUNCA SE VA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-9163712796569977777?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-54798948883731920042007-09-05T17:09:00.000-07:002007-09-05T17:25:45.262-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rt9GvFel12I/AAAAAAAAADE/-72jRp4lyNk/s1600-h/DSC_0215.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106878277199714146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rt9GvFel12I/AAAAAAAAADE/-72jRp4lyNk/s400/DSC_0215.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ESCALAR AL PLACER</div><div>ALGO ARRIBA ME INDUCE</div><div>ABISMOS SIN CUERPO</div><div>IGUAL ME ELEVAN</div><div>FUEGO EN EL CIELO</div><div>Y VOY</div><div>ME ACTIVA</div><div>Y ME ESPERA</div><div>SU LLAMA, ALLI </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-5479894888373192004?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-19611464708440557562007-08-30T17:14:00.000-07:002007-08-30T17:17:54.341-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RtddeFel11I/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DuVjPwgC2g/s1600-h/DSC_0436.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104651474095691602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RtddeFel11I/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DuVjPwgC2g/s400/DSC_0436.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ALGUIEN VE MAS ALLA</div><div>PERO NO PUEDE COMUNICAR</div><div>SALE DEL ESCONDITE</div><div>Y SE MUESTRA</div><div>COMO CREE QUE LO VEN</div><div>SIN PAZ Y SIN AMOR</div><div>PERO ALGUIEN LO VE MAS ALLA</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-1961146470844055756?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-88540564956058596302007-08-28T17:12:00.000-07:002007-08-28T17:26:15.455-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RtS8QVel1xI/AAAAAAAAACc/kUu690m0BtQ/s1600-h/DSC_0370.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103911266546997010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RtS8QVel1xI/AAAAAAAAACc/kUu690m0BtQ/s400/DSC_0370.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>SE PUEDE VIVIR EN ECLIPSE TOTAL</div><div>SE PUEDE LLEGAR A LA OSCURIDAD ABSOLUTA</div><div>PERO ANTES GUARDARE LA LUZ</div><div>NECESARIA</div><div>PARA RECORDARTE</div><div>AUN A CIEGAS<br /><br /></div><div><p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RtS711el1wI/AAAAAAAAACU/miUmJhli7jM/s1600-h/DSC_0370.jpg"></a> </p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-8854056495605859630?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-32785875045625192102007-08-17T16:09:00.000-07:002007-08-17T16:13:40.804-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RsYq6Fel1uI/AAAAAAAAACE/SbKf7gejy28/s1600-h/DSC_0175.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099810805434930914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RsYq6Fel1uI/AAAAAAAAACE/SbKf7gejy28/s200/DSC_0175.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>SE QUE PARECE SOMBRIO</p><p>SIEMPRE PRIMERO LA OSCURIDAD</p><p>EL HORIZONTE EN TORMENTA</p><p>PERO EN LA LUZ </p><p>TE ESPERARE</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-3278587504562519210?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-82756416937055030692007-07-11T05:56:00.000-07:002007-07-27T16:49:25.795-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RpTToI7EhiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xcqLBbWUPL4/s1600-h/DSC_1965.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085922565751604770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RpTToI7EhiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xcqLBbWUPL4/s200/DSC_1965.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>si puedes encontrarte</p><p>nunca estuviste perdida</p><p>si puedes perderte</p><p>puedes volver a salir</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-8275641693705503069?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-62502168576505118232007-07-11T05:43:00.000-07:002007-07-11T05:52:57.903-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RpTR_I7EhhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZOsWZMePCWU/s1600-h/DSC_1932.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085920761865340434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RpTR_I7EhhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZOsWZMePCWU/s200/DSC_1932.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>PUEDE NEVAR</div><div>PUEDE QUE ESTE SOLA</div><div>PUEDE CUBRIRSE HASTA NO ESTAR</div><div>PUEDE BANCARSE LA SOLEDAD</div><div>PUEDE SOÑAR DE NOCHE</div><div>PUEDE SOPORTAR EL FRIO</div><div>PERO SIEMPRE SERA UNA FLOR</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-6250216857650511823?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-11775097180622861862007-07-07T05:54:00.000-07:002007-07-07T06:00:41.641-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Ro-NzI7EhgI/AAAAAAAAABs/BKqAk36EElg/s1600-h/DSC_1569.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084438414032668162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Ro-NzI7EhgI/AAAAAAAAABs/BKqAk36EElg/s200/DSC_1569.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ALMA QUE VAGA POR LOS SUEÑOS</div><div>BIENVENIDA A LA FIESTA</div><div>SUEÑOS QUE QUIERAN VOLAR</div><div>BIENVENIDOS A MI PUEBLO</div><div>LA LIBERTAD ESTA ADENTRO</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-1177509718062286186?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-63835630600921300622007-06-17T12:36:00.000-07:002007-06-17T12:42:55.268-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RnWOp3iInTI/AAAAAAAAABk/kdM-iKRVKRg/s1600-h/DSC_1065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077121004863003954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RnWOp3iInTI/AAAAAAAAABk/kdM-iKRVKRg/s200/DSC_1065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ES RECORRER UNA METRICA</div><br /><div>BUSCANDOTE</div><br /><div>NADIE SABE BIEN PORQUE </div><br /><div>PERO SIGO ENCONTRANDO</div><br /><div>ES SIMPLE</div><br /><div>ES LO QUE HAY...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-6383563060092130062?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-87038482062789249282007-05-07T17:25:00.001-07:002007-05-07T17:25:46.239-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-8703848206278924928?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-21209571721442107542007-05-07T16:04:00.000-07:002007-05-07T16:16:05.493-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rj-y_0I_IwI/AAAAAAAAABc/W-MHSYbbGEs/s1600-h/DSC_0686.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061961315585565442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rj-y_0I_IwI/AAAAAAAAABc/W-MHSYbbGEs/s200/DSC_0686.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rj-xMUI_IvI/AAAAAAAAABU/9jWl33-Bl_k/s1600-h/DSC_0686.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061959331310674674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rj-xMUI_IvI/AAAAAAAAABU/9jWl33-Bl_k/s200/DSC_0686.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>sentir que todo está</div><br /><div>juntando patrimonios ajenos</div><br /><div>en el dolor lo infimo ilumina</div><br /><div>poco tengo para aliviar</div><br /><div>poco tengo para dar...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-2120957172144210754?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-75037460795763447112007-05-01T17:13:00.000-07:002007-05-01T17:20:31.811-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RjfZJkI_IuI/AAAAAAAAABM/qAm_GOGsHlA/s1600-h/piqueteros+en+desarrollo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059751464717460194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RjfZJkI_IuI/AAAAAAAAABM/qAm_GOGsHlA/s200/piqueteros+en+desarrollo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>PODRIA IMAGINARTE VARIAS VECES </div><br /><div>Y EL CONSUELO ES DEBIL ANTE TANTA IGNORANCIA,</div><br /><div>SE QUE SOÑAR NO SIRVE</div><br /><div>PERO QUIEN PUEDE MOVER ESE PLACARD</div><br /><div>Y NO VER LA TIERRA EN LAS TELARAÑAS</div><br /><div>ACTIVAR PARA PONER UNA CUOTA DE DULZURA</div><br /><div>ES CASI MITICO DEL DOLOR</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-7503746079576344711?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-55633584678302892952007-04-20T17:09:00.000-07:002007-04-20T17:13:03.706-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RilWkxKw34I/AAAAAAAAABE/xZaJCFGE-tE/s1600-h/DESFILE+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055667246373855106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RilWkxKw34I/AAAAAAAAABE/xZaJCFGE-tE/s200/DESFILE+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>EN ESTE TESORO BUSCO ALGO MAS</div><div>COLLARES, ANILLOS Y MAS ORO</div><div>SOLO LO MATERIAL ES LO QUE QUIERO</div><div>ALGUIEN PUEDE DEFENDER</div><div>OTRA POSTURA?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-5563358467830289295?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-82806059891673133232007-04-18T17:16:00.000-07:002007-04-18T17:22:25.052-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Ria1HNsLk5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1T3QMHpYuBw/s1600-h/DSC_0608.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054926767308641170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Ria1HNsLk5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1T3QMHpYuBw/s400/DSC_0608.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p> A SIMPLE VISTA SE PUEDE ENTENDER DE QUE HABLAN ESOS OLORES QUE SE TOCAN CON UNA SIMPLE OIDA EN ESTE MOMENTO DE NADA SIRVE RECORDAR EL FUTURO .</p><p>TODOS AQUI SABEMOS QUE ES LO QUE NO PASO Y ESTO SI LO ENTIENDO.</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-8280605989167313323?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-13564329568878905852007-04-15T20:35:00.000-07:002007-04-16T16:32:27.952-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RiQHImZ7eLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oR8QjQdWzIU/s1600-h/mosquito+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054172526146189490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/RiQHImZ7eLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oR8QjQdWzIU/s200/mosquito+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div>LOS TIEMPOS HAN CAMBIADO NADIE PUEDE ACERTARLE AL SIMIO QUE HUBO.<br />SON SOLO TORPEZAS DE REALIDADES PARALELAS. HOY ESTAS EN AQUEL MISMO LUGAR DONDE TE DEJE.</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-1356432956887890585?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-1489198253671625662007-04-12T17:42:00.000-07:002007-04-12T18:11:26.400-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rh7WhWZ7eHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y5_bPrhUzWg/s1600-h/estrellita+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052711700394637426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2uaIVANp5AM/Rh7WhWZ7eHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y5_bPrhUzWg/s320/estrellita+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>jugaba y eso me hacia bien<br />nunca estaba triste<br />la soledad me cuidaba<br />en la casa era la mejor<br />y eso me hacia bien<br />juntaba figuritas<br />y hoy de la dificil solo me acuerdo<br />ahi empece a descubrirte<br />a odiarte<br />buscar es lo que hace<br />acercarme cada vez mas<br />y a la vez escaparme</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-148919825367162566?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237535639403095187.post-68924851268016518212007-04-12T16:38:00.000-07:002007-04-12T16:40:31.564-07:00LA IDEA ES ATRAPAR ALGO Y ACERCARLO A ALGUIEN QUE LO NECESITE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/237535639403095187-6892485126801651821?l=tristezasimaginarias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MARTÍN RAGGIOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13791432117887092648noreply@blogger.com0