tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20117882661992946222024-02-21T01:25:40.365+01:00Viviendo en .rarBelsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-54561812166194283932015-10-18T19:54:00.001+02:002015-10-18T19:54:12.585+02:00Aspiro a cultivar un chichi que haga a los machirulos huir llenos de terror.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-77299784270091316082015-10-14T22:22:00.001+02:002015-10-14T22:22:35.868+02:00En primer lugar, cállate.<br />
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En segundo lugar, CÁLLATE.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-52474038990679026862015-01-24T01:23:00.001+01:002015-01-24T01:38:42.276+01:00Beguina, beguina,/ benzodiazepina.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-80101440787634687222014-11-30T22:07:00.000+01:002014-11-30T22:07:00.183+01:00Un poema de cuatro palabras: vete a la mierda. Ah, muchas gracias.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-42156788713875204642014-11-03T22:57:00.001+01:002014-11-03T22:57:55.099+01:00"Ya no, ya no" toca el reloj de la nostalgia.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-50226981721498566022014-08-26T02:04:00.001+02:002014-08-26T02:04:46.279+02:00Entre tus páginas late mi corazón.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-82524142411592278562014-08-23T02:47:00.001+02:002014-08-23T02:47:57.029+02:00Milenios de sangre no bastan para ahogar un segundo de fe.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-65800231099967438512014-08-08T13:05:00.004+02:002014-08-08T13:05:45.091+02:00Y cuando hierve este corazón de metal/ los suspiros que nunca ha dicho florecen/ como hojas de té en el agua.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-27116745615370025632014-07-30T14:03:00.001+02:002014-07-30T14:03:14.616+02:00Londres es un adolescente ácido con el pelo gris.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-25112044982525479242014-07-24T03:03:00.001+02:002014-07-24T03:03:42.227+02:00Adelante, prohíbeme algo. Dame ese placer.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-16715795847175735982014-07-17T01:58:00.001+02:002014-07-17T01:58:53.523+02:00Te voy a besar los pezones hasta que estén en flor.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-58760760129976534762014-07-16T01:21:00.001+02:002014-07-16T01:21:43.612+02:00En esta noche azul de julio, las estrellas son jazmines.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-26559403470720947852014-06-07T18:34:00.001+02:002014-06-07T18:34:40.127+02:00¿Vendrás esta noche, amor, a escuchar la música de entre mis piernas?Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-19885564494357777442014-05-05T20:26:00.001+02:002014-06-07T18:34:20.462+02:00Tú no eres mi "camarada", machirulo de mierda.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-56311321830914135912014-05-05T00:33:00.001+02:002014-05-05T00:33:08.120+02:00Pero ya sabes cómo acabará, y eso es lo más triste de todo.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-40805830417875335552014-05-01T00:36:00.001+02:002014-05-01T00:36:28.399+02:00Tengo derecho a mi ira.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-2127977570268666972014-03-21T22:17:00.001+01:002014-03-21T22:17:28.392+01:00Nos enamoramos del mar, sin saber que él sólo quería nuestros cadáveres.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-68590685835543037032014-03-03T22:02:00.001+01:002014-03-03T22:02:04.036+01:00Un momento que es como un copo de esperanza, un brote de azahar a punto de abrirse.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-63100844881547206532014-02-21T13:47:00.001+01:002014-02-21T13:47:49.411+01:00Tengo el universo entero dentro de mí, y no es para ti.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-86914830334790664382014-02-19T18:06:00.001+01:002014-02-19T18:06:47.296+01:00Loving you/ was like loving the deadBelsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-86361314958931956562013-12-20T21:12:00.001+01:002013-12-20T21:12:15.417+01:00El atardecer sangra desde las esquinas del tiempo.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-17057271649940215932013-11-28T00:17:00.000+01:002013-11-28T00:17:05.150+01:00A veces quisiera comprar una docena de rosas sólo para destrozarlas entre mis dientes.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-64363129638586700562013-10-16T22:16:00.001+02:002013-10-16T22:16:33.023+02:00No quiero/ que tu mundo y el mío/ sean tan distintos/ como dos planetas./ Quiero que sean el mismo./ Quiero estar cerca de ti,/ desconocido.<br /><br />Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-21714508056677886392013-10-06T18:36:00.002+02:002013-10-06T18:36:54.486+02:00Pero ¿dónde iremos, errantes de nosotros? Pues Númenor se hundió bajo el mar, y Valyria ardió bajo la Maldición. ¿Adónde, adónde iremos, errantes de nosotros?Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011788266199294622.post-51828965709947545902013-06-02T00:16:00.001+02:002013-06-02T00:16:06.604+02:00"No soy poeta"/ quisiera decir/ "no soy poeta, pero..."/ y poder contar por vez primera/ lo que hace la primavera con la tierra.Belsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02366008753784185497noreply@blogger.com0