tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182470542011-07-07T16:47:42.901-04:00Blog de poesía por Javier Zapata Glisser. Fotos de Ella BialoskorskiJavierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-73331733902145442682007-05-05T17:27:00.000-04:002011-06-29T16:40:27.362-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmIhgYeKtqI/TguNk0lYRmI/AAAAAAAAAq8/X3osVzc5F_E/s1600/javier-zapata-glisser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmIhgYeKtqI/TguNk0lYRmI/AAAAAAAAAq8/X3osVzc5F_E/s320/javier-zapata-glisser.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A deshora</div>noqueado<br />por calles vacías<br />me detengo,<br />puteando en los espejos.<br />El escupo que le tiro<br />y que corre por su cara,<br />no se lo limpia el muy cabrón.<br />Lo vuelvo a insultar y me alejo llorando,<br />por un momento pensé que la ciudad era mía.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/zapataglisser"><br />javier ZAPATA glisser, Preterito imperfecto.2007</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-7333173390214544268?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-26024386470796704392007-04-23T01:35:00.000-04:002011-06-30T20:53:13.026-04:00<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;">reflejarme en tu piel/<br />beber mi nombre de tus labios/<br />columpiarme feliz como un niño/<br />en el borde de tu brazo/<br />escuchar la lluvia/<br />y dormir con mis manos en tus pechos/<br />acurrucado/<br />como esa primera noche/<br />con las gatas en los pies.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/zapataglisser" target="_blank"><img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t186/zapataglisser/IMG_3251.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-2602438647079670439?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-1159156939564805972006-09-25T00:01:00.000-04:002007-08-01T02:05:44.750-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcZYs1o01hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9KrtMbE1IEM/s1600-h/Ella-Autoral0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcZYs1o01hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9KrtMbE1IEM/s320/Ella-Autoral0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027803561341539858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />dormir /</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">zurcido a tu reverso /</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">enredado en tu pelo/</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">acariciarte mientras duermes/</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">quedarme dormido/</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">contando los lunares de tu espalda/</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y por fin soñar/</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">guiado por el olor de tu cuello.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-115915693956480597?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-1157470103990539712006-09-05T11:27:00.000-04:002007-02-04T18:15:38.053-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcZM5lo01gI/AAAAAAAAADE/_WxmXcWsulM/s1600-h/Ella-Autoral0040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcZM5lo01gI/AAAAAAAAADE/_WxmXcWsulM/s320/Ella-Autoral0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027790586245338626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />me despido</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">siempre me estoy despidiendo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">entre cenizas y escombros</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aplastado en montañas de recuerdos</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-115747010399053971?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-1138800464202055472006-02-01T10:19:00.000-03:002007-02-04T19:49:49.665-03:00<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcJBdVo01bI/AAAAAAAAACI/nJaFN_fwWdw/s1600-h/maestranza.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcJBdVo01bI/AAAAAAAAACI/nJaFN_fwWdw/s320/maestranza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026652106379285938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br />sangrantes en el piso</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >llenos de agujeros</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >se levantan serpenteando</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >ayudados por soldados</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >que caminando hacia atrás</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >aspiran el líquido rojo y el fuego</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >en cilindros metálicos </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >que aspiran balas y trozos de metralla.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >vuelven a meter los cadáveres al auto </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >y vendan sus ojos para que no se den cuenta</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >de que los llevan de vuelta a sus casas </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >donde los esperan imprecando </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >con los brazos abiertos.</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-113880046420205547?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-1138714933003538072006-01-31T09:45:00.000-03:002011-06-29T16:50:18.587-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUqOuhp5wgY/TguP5AXJnfI/AAAAAAAAArA/OynbCc4WhJI/s1600/Tarot_le-baulteler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUqOuhp5wgY/TguP5AXJnfI/AAAAAAAAArA/OynbCc4WhJI/s200/Tarot_le-baulteler.jpg" width="116" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 85%;"><br /><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 100%;">soy un hombre de principios,<br />nunca termino lo que empiezo...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-113871493300353807?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-1137709683595782592006-01-19T19:25:00.000-03:002011-06-29T16:51:22.788-04:00<a href="http://www.myspace.com/zapataglisser" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026650912378377602" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcJAX1o01YI/AAAAAAAAABk/UEjaaSVuzX0/s320/bialoskorski-flor.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 248px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 362px;" /></a><span style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">el amor militó sin</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">lucidez en mi cabeza,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">como un pálido afán.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">mi musa es el miedo,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">cigarros rancios,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">besos sin pasión.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">solo el dolor es duradero</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">y no quedan ni cenizas,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">por que sólo las nieves son eternas</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">y sus quemaduras duelen</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">hasta que dejan de doler.</span></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-113770968359578259?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-1136317365589246202006-01-03T16:31:00.000-03:002007-02-04T21:30:10.315-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcZLJ1o01eI/AAAAAAAAACs/e7dRey7LpdU/s1600-h/andino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcZLJ1o01eI/AAAAAAAAACs/e7dRey7LpdU/s320/andino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027788666394957282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">me ahogo en una mancha,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />flema de culebras, </span><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br />de madres y de liendres.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >machaco unos bichos</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >que brillan bajo el licor</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >papilla grumosa,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >atorada en la garganta.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >toso,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >los escupo en la pared,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >barro de un golpe las botellas</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >y sigo estrujando el vaso,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >que llevo bebiendo por años</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >vacío.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-113631736558924620?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-1135095407793319942005-12-20T13:11:00.000-03:002007-12-07T18:51:57.617-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcZHwlo01dI/AAAAAAAAACg/nWlXz8wshQY/s1600-h/juguete.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027784934068377042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcZHwlo01dI/AAAAAAAAACg/nWlXz8wshQY/s320/juguete.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">mis juguetes están muertos,</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">los enterré con los ojos abiertos</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">por que ya no hablaban más.</span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-113509540779331994?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18247054.post-1134324682419176232005-12-11T14:11:00.000-03:002007-02-04T19:34:01.307-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcFlZ1o01UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0fIGJV9jYlE/s1600-h/artepoetica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AF2IRFgBBao/RcFlZ1o01UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0fIGJV9jYlE/s320/artepoetica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026410153691632962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />¿para que sirve la poesía?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >no para salvar vidas,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >solo salva la de algunos charlatanes con suerte</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >que han podido vivir a costa de rimas y versos.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >no sirve para conquistar jovencitas,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >las mujeres de hoy se mueren de la risa y miran extraño,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >para ellas el poeta es un siútico o un maricón. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >la poesía tampoco sirve para vender libros</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >es lo que menos se vende en este mundo</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >¿quien querría comprar algo tan inútil?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >algunos dicen que la entienden, ¡mienten!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >para entenderla hay que vivirla,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >hay que sufrir la pobreza,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >hay que morir de amor.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >la mitad de estas cosas</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >ya nadie esta dispuesto a hacerlas</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >¿ para que?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Si lo más probable es que te traten de siútico o maricón.</span></div></div><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18247054-113432468241917623?l=javierzapata.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Javierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407065870600415381noreply@blogger.com6