tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41754435662560747222011-07-30T07:36:09.658-07:00Bedtime + Stories-From the Project TRAVEL MATE -n- 24/7, Diary of a sadomasochist-Adriana Corderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17862193027847489030noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175443566256074722.post-21963154230604895372010-07-30T10:36:00.000-07:002010-07-30T10:48:27.630-07:00[A TI]<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">A</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">me a dicho que la soledad se esconde tras tus ojos</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"> [...</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;"><br /> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Apropiación extracto de letra<em> Tratame suavemente</em> de Soda Stereo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175443566256074722-2196315423060489537?l=bedtimeplustories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adriana Corderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17862193027847489030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175443566256074722.post-55955225907900674482010-07-30T10:24:00.000-07:002010-07-30T10:47:35.176-07:00[A MI]<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">...]</span>Te comportas de acuerdo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">con lo que te dicta cada momento</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">y esta inconstancia, no es algo heroico</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">es mas bien algo <strong>enfermo</strong><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">[...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Aporpiación estracto letra <em>Tratame suavemente</em> de Soda Stereo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175443566256074722-5595522590790067448?l=bedtimeplustories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adriana Corderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17862193027847489030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175443566256074722.post-84121215936858970502010-07-29T07:20:00.001-07:002010-07-30T10:50:07.092-07:00LUNA ROJA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zKpEG4plxU/TFGRKU4KIrI/AAAAAAAAEaU/fF1PPsBSlf4/s1600/luna_roja_01+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__zKpEG4plxU/TFGRKU4KIrI/AAAAAAAAEaU/fF1PPsBSlf4/s320/luna_roja_01+copy.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: blue;">Él</span> salió y dejó la cama vacia<br />se entregó al suave <span style="color: black;">aire</span> del desierto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;">y entonces la vió</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">la <em>luna roja</em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">sobre el <em>mar negro</em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Primero León</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">luego Cordero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">ruega a dios</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">poder volver del desierto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">desde que vió</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">la <em>luna roja</em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">sobre el <em>mar negro</em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">Cuidame</span><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">yo te cuidaré</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">yo también pague placeres ciegos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">y no quiero ver</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">la<strong> </strong><em>luna roja</em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">sobre el <em>mar negro</em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">Es peligrosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">es peligrosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">es peligrosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">es peligrosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">te hace mortal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;">te hace mortal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Apropiación: letra canción <em>Luna Roja</em> de Soda Stereo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175443566256074722-8412121593685897050?l=bedtimeplustories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adriana Corderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17862193027847489030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175443566256074722.post-92086116216693838912010-04-30T01:34:00.000-07:002010-05-02T10:39:06.568-07:00Pasado vs. Presente<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Escuchar: <em>Lost Verses</em> de Sun kil Moon</span><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">.</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: red;">A.<span style="font-size: x-small;">....................</span>.<em>B</em><span style="font-size: x-small;">...................................</span>C<span style="font-size: x-small;">...................</span><em>D</em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: red;">A.....................<em>B</em>....................C.....................<em>D</em></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: red;">A..................<em>B</em>...........C..................<em>D</em></span></span><br /><span style="color: red;">A..........<em>B</em>....C..........<em>D</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">A.......<em>B</em>.C.......<em>D</em></span><br /><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;">A.<em>B</em>C.<em>D</em></span><em> </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><strong>AC</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><strong>A</strong></span><br /><span style="color: white;">.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175443566256074722-9208611621669383891?l=bedtimeplustories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adriana Corderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17862193027847489030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175443566256074722.post-28590870923393214742009-07-05T11:13:00.000-07:002010-04-30T02:39:00.512-07:00Ya Esta Solo/a<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zKpEG4plxU/Srz9Fkm9QiI/AAAAAAAABcw/kDhUppr_w4U/s1600-h/firme+blog.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385457526596518434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__zKpEG4plxU/Srz9Fkm9QiI/AAAAAAAABcw/kDhUppr_w4U/s400/firme+blog.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: 78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: 85%;">El acto de <span style="color: red;"><strong>[...]</strong></span> entraña un desprenderse del mundo, algo así como arrojarse al vacío. Ya está sólo/a el/la <span style="color: red;"><strong>[...]</strong></span>. Debe ponerlo todo en entredicho incluso él/la mismo/a (ocurren dos cosas 1. todo se evapora. 2. Todo se cierra) En ambos casos el/la <span style="color: red;"><strong>[...]</strong></span> se queda solo/a, sin mundo en qué apoyarse. Es la hora de crear de nuevo el mundo. Pero las palabras también se han cerrado, también se han fugado.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Apropiación: Octavio Paz, <em>Los signos en rotación y otros ensayos</em>, Madrid, Alianza Editorial, 1971, <em>La revelación poética</em>, <em>La inspiración</em>, pág. 176</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175443566256074722-2859087092339321474?l=bedtimeplustories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adriana Corderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17862193027847489030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175443566256074722.post-26532392177372153392009-07-05T11:05:00.000-07:002010-04-30T02:40:08.712-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"><strong>...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;">PARA</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-size: 78%;">significar el único sueño</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-size: 78%;">reconocer la sed de mi emblema</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-size: 78%;">no sustentarme nunca de nuevo en el amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-size: 78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-size: 78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red; font-size: 78%;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color: white; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">.</span><br /><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Apropiación: Alejandra Pizarnik (1991), Los trabajos y las noches, "Los trabajos y las noches", pág. 99</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: white; font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175443566256074722-2653239217737215339?l=bedtimeplustories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adriana Corderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17862193027847489030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4175443566256074722.post-43070480993110374632009-04-20T08:03:00.001-07:002010-04-30T02:35:58.453-07:00My Soul/D-R<div align="justify"><span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"><strong>[.........................................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong>..........................................</strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong>.]</strong> </span><span style="color: #999900; font-size: 78%;">S</span></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">oldat</span> <span style="font-size: 78%;">jeune</span><span style="color: red;"><strong>_ [..........................................................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color: red;">....................................................................................</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><strong><span style="color: red;">..............................</span>]</strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">lèvre bouche ouverte, tête nue,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: 78%;">Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson</span> <span style="color: #3333ff;"><strong>BLEU</strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><strong>[…] (</strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">il</span><strong><span style="color: red;">)</span> </strong><span style="font-size: 78%;">est étendu</span> <span style="color: red;"><strong>[…]</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: 78%;">Pâle dans</span> <span style="color: red;"><strong>“</strong><span style="color: #999900; font-size: 78%;">son</span></span><span style="color: red;"><strong>”</strong></span> <span style="font-size: 78%;">lit</span> <span style="color: red;"><strong>[…]</strong></span> <span style="font-size: 78%;">où la lumière pleut</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><strong>[………………………………….........................]</strong> <strong>(</strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">il</span><span style="color: red;"><strong>)</strong> </span><span style="font-size: 78%;">dort.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="color: #999900;">S</span>ouriant comme <span style="color: #999900;">S</span>ourirait un</span><span style="color: red;"><strong>_</strong></span> <span style="font-size: 78%;">enfant malade</span><span style="color: red;"><strong>_</strong></span>, <span style="color: red;"><strong>(</strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">il</span><span style="color: red;"><strong>) </strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">fait un somme:</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: 78%;">Nature, berce-le chaudement:</span> <span style="color: red;"><strong>(</strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">il</span><span style="color: red;"><strong>)</strong></span> <span style="font-size: 78%;">a froid</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size: 78%;">Les parfums</span> <span style="color: red;"><strong>[...................................................................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color: red;">.....................................................................................</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><strong><span style="color: red;">..................</span>.] (</strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">Il</span><span style="color: red;"><strong>)</strong></span><strong> </strong><span style="font-size: 78%;">dort dans le <span style="color: #999900;">S</span>oleil</span> <span style="color: red;"><strong>[..................................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><strong>.....................................................................................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><strong>[....................…….....] _</strong></span><span style="font-size: 78%;">eliuqnart <===</span><span style="color: red;"><strong>[............................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><strong>.....................................................................................</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: red;"><strong>.] <span style="font-size: 78%;">absence vs. présence</span></strong><span style="font-size: 78%;"> </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: red;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: white;">.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Apropiación del poema <em>Il Dormeur du Val</em> de Arthur Rimbaud, 1870</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4175443566256074722-4307048099311037463?l=bedtimeplustories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Adriana Corderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17862193027847489030noreply@blogger.com0