tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24215623831192966852009-10-16T16:26:02.434-07:00Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-12176337789426781642009-08-05T15:51:00.001-07:002009-08-05T15:51:42.976-07:00En la sinfonía de los días comulgo, <br /><br />como una nota <br /><br />que se mantiene intensa y suave <br /><br />hasta encontrar los ojos que le den un color.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-1217633778942678164?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-60339137053811350882009-05-24T21:28:00.001-07:002009-05-24T21:28:46.630-07:00No sé que esconde tu sueño<br /><br /><br /><br />tu ojos hilan la pregunta impronunciable<br /><br /><br /><br />todos tus átomos gritan la respuesta...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />inmutado,<br /><br /><br /><br />mirás los autos pasar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-6033913705381135088?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-24128639342057202862009-04-29T17:32:00.000-07:002009-05-03T19:03:45.229-07:00Otra vez un paso después del otro <br /><br />otra vez el silencio <br /><br />otra vez el sonido de la llave girando, <br /><br />otra vez apretar el picaporte y empujar la puerta <br /><br />otra vez la verdad con su sarcasmo <br /><br />otra vez los objetos en su sitio <br /><br />estáticos <br /><br />inertes<br /><br />ninguno que se mueva en mi ausencia,<br /><br /> nadie que los mueva.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-2412863934205720286?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-65845470087541679882009-03-27T20:12:00.000-07:002009-03-27T20:13:07.128-07:00Sobrevivimos <br /><br />a la proximidad exacta del deseo <br /><br />jugábamos a mirarnos <br /><br />para contarnos paríamos palabras <br /><br /><br />después <br /><br />tu manos rozo la mía <br /><br />tu lengua entró en mi boca <br /><br />y nos suicidamos juntos <br /><br />en un hotel de San Telmo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-6584547008754167988?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-82265240532582688072009-02-11T20:56:00.000-08:002009-02-11T20:59:43.249-08:00Se hace urgente y necesario que nos miremos <br /><br />con todo lo que de mirar tenemos al alcance <br /><br />no solo con los ojos <br /><br />con cualquier objeto que nos sirva <br /><br />para mirarnos / para reconocernos / para descifrarnos.<br /><br /><br /><br />Si te mirara así de cerca <br /><br />te miraría con mi boca <br /><br />con mi lengua <br /><br />con mis dedos <br /><br />ellos siempre fueron <br /><br />más sabios que los ojos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-8226524053258268807?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-60221324187783346372009-02-05T10:29:00.001-08:002009-02-05T10:33:14.593-08:00algo de mí <br /><br />se ha quedado entre los seres que amé <br /><br />lo demás ha vuelto al origen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-6022132418778334637?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-4130391488842946822008-10-16T17:39:00.000-07:002008-10-17T16:52:06.213-07:00claro que no se puede vivir así: <br /><br />sostenerse indefinidamente <br /><br />en la montaña rusa del asombro <br /><br />alcanzar el entusiasmo <br /><br />y ceer con inocencia <br /><br />en la infinitud del hoy <br /><br />en esa urgencia <br /><br />del aquí y ahora<br /><br />no hay cuerpo capaz <br /><br />de contener tanto apremio <br /><br />sólo queda <br /><br />dejarse atravesar de lado a lado<br /><br />y actuar como una poseída<br /><br />enajenada <br /><br />diligente<br /><br />inagotable<br /><br />voraz<br /><br />hasta ver <br /><br />de uno<br /><br />las cenizas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-413039148884294682?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-77910644383286477552008-10-09T10:54:00.000-07:002008-10-09T10:55:58.175-07:00y de golpe <br /><br />ya no sé si soy <br /><br />o sos<br /><br />hasta donde tus pliegues<br /><br />o mis dedos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-7791064438328647755?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-32861089503494742072008-10-04T17:15:00.000-07:002008-10-04T17:20:07.376-07:00Estreno <br /><br />la ecuación de tu mirada<br /><br />en mis ojos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-3286108950349474207?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-12394512325737901082008-08-13T18:42:00.000-07:002008-08-13T18:48:04.872-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJdRWPqC_Co/SKOOckt5k-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/pmTqm0PY7y8/s1600-h/agosto2_copia%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJdRWPqC_Co/SKOOckt5k-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/pmTqm0PY7y8/s200/agosto2_copia%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234183813478323170" /></a><br />La vaca es un imán vestido de cuero<br />ciclo de rock & poesía no apto para imbéciles<br /><br /><br /><br />VIERNES 15<br /><br />lectura a cargo del mismísimo señor<br />Fernando Bogado <br />con su contraparte femme de la noche<br />Anabella Dominguez acompañada musicalmente del estoico Sebastián Pacheco<br />y los delirios musicales acústicos de los<br />Libitones<br /><br /><br /><br />SIEMPRE al finalizar lo programado MICRÓFONO ABIERTO!<br /><br /><br />viernes en el<br /><br />TODESCA<br />pinzon 1122 <br />esq. Hernandarias<br />22hs<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-1239451232573790108?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-68467475000316925312008-07-29T19:52:00.000-07:002008-07-29T19:54:22.406-07:00Tanto, tanto de vos <br /><br />tan lejos de vos <br /><br />tanto, tanto de mí <br /><br />tan lejos de mí <br /><br />tanto de nosotros <br /><br />desbordando el abismo <br /><br />saliéndose por la tapa <br /><br />arrastrándonos hasta la sangre <br /><br />Ahí, <br /><br />donde el puto amor siempre juega a las escondidas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-6846747500031692531?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-71007319894767377022008-05-18T10:09:00.001-07:002008-05-18T10:17:11.689-07:00Pensar <br /><br />no poder parar de pensar <br /><br />repasar una o otra vez la partitura <br /><br />buscar el error / el contrapunto<br /><br />el paso en falso <br /><br />retorcerse en un aguasero de pensamientos <br /><br />y esperar... amargar la espera<br /><br />apretar los dientes <br /><br />escuchar el portazo <br /><br />contener la lágrima <br /><br />todo el día / toda la noche <br /><br />aferrarse a una esperanza minúscula <br /><br />que se achica como un punto en el espacio <br /><br />tirar del hilo y rezar <br /><br />"que no se corte, que no se corte"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-7100731989476737702?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-16282246216733657052008-04-29T18:15:00.001-07:002008-04-29T18:15:51.083-07:00si me detengo y me pongo a rumiar <br /><br />voy a perder toda el agua, <br /><br />va quedar sólo el hueco <br /><br />un envase vacuo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-1628224621673365705?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-38807385421201816122008-04-18T19:36:00.000-07:002008-04-18T19:39:51.922-07:00Cada noche prendo estrellas como linternas <br /><br />cada noche una parte de mí te busca <br /><br />cada noche algo tuyo se me fermenta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-3880738542120181612?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-91596596022677282302008-04-14T18:54:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:12:50.525-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJdRWPqC_Co/SAQL6ubliEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tWauZ_nnN_s/s1600-h/Luz+y+Salem+4+meses.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJdRWPqC_Co/SAQL6ubliEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tWauZ_nnN_s/s200/Luz+y+Salem+4+meses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189285774161709122" /></a><br />Ayer subiste al avión, <br /><br /> te despedimos<br /><br /> y no hubieron lágrimas <br /><br />te vimos desaparecer al final del anden, <br /> <br />tu silueta desdibujaba <br /><br />caminamos hasta el auto y nos volvimos, <br /><br />hablamos de nada, cosas tontas, <br /><br />todos los presentes nos cuidábamos bien de no nombrarte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-9159659602267728230?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-54670709618246278922008-02-26T09:22:00.000-08:002008-02-26T09:24:51.482-08:00Penetraste en mí <br /><br />develaste el lugar exacto <br /><br />inundaste las cavidades germinales <br /><br />encendiste la hoguera <br /><br /> hasta consumirme.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-5467070961824627892?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-22369143230330270292008-02-06T16:52:00.001-08:002008-02-06T16:52:33.897-08:00Hace un millón y medio <br /><br />de pensamientos <br /><br />que esperaba el encuentro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-2236914323033027029?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-75577851057230060772008-01-27T18:48:00.000-08:002008-01-27T18:50:48.894-08:00Abandono el espacio que dejaste en mí <br /><br />me despojo del sabor de tu lengua <br /><br />extirpo una a una <br /><br />las reminiscencias de tus dedos <br /><br />evaporo los recuerdos que te evocan <br /><br />abro mis venas <br /><br />te desangro <br /><br />hasta perder todo rastro de nosotros.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-7557785105723006077?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-63412809638607995882008-01-22T08:14:00.000-08:002008-01-22T08:18:50.290-08:00caídos entre hormigas desquiciadas<br /><br />en hilos,<br /><br />simpático descalabre azul, ven...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-6341280963860799588?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-40328883823444883902008-01-09T10:19:00.001-08:002008-01-09T10:19:43.639-08:00Renazco<br /> <br />a la plegaría infinita de la poesía<br /><br />domino la bestia ocular.<br /> <br /><br />¡la muerte ya no! <br /><br />Su filo ya no me roza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-4032888382344488390?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-83791116555696392462007-10-24T19:52:00.001-07:002007-10-24T19:52:31.403-07:00Repaso los retazos de nuestro encuentro <br />los evoco <br />armo y desarmo el lienzo <br />y vuelvo a repasar, <br /><br />te miro…<br />vos también estas repasando.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-8379111655569639246?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-26890473824494499752007-10-03T14:03:00.000-07:002007-10-03T14:05:25.343-07:00Justo cuando pensé <br /><br />que me había liberado por fin <br /><br />de tu recuerdo, <br /><br />una imagen me asalta, <br /><br />me refleja furiosa y triste.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-2689047382449449975?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-35186830931203860452007-09-15T14:17:00.000-07:002007-09-15T14:18:11.918-07:00Tengo tu eco en mí, <br /><br />todavía reverbera <br /><br />empuja desde el gravitatorio medular <br /><br />me inunda descaradamente <br /><br />encarna el grito primitivo <br /><br />contrae la cavidad <br /><br />se expande por mis grietas <br /><br />y regresa a la calma aparente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-3518683093120386045?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-72868140713094673012007-09-02T07:58:00.000-07:002007-09-02T08:02:11.737-07:00Cuando quise ver hacia los lados <br /><br />ya no quedaba nada <br /><br />ya no quedaba nadie<br /><br /> vos tampoco.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-7286814071309467301?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2421562383119296685.post-16444662413240897572007-08-30T13:46:00.001-07:002007-08-30T13:46:40.451-07:00¿cuántas respuestas <br /><br />le sobran a esta pregunta?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2421562383119296685-1644466241324089757?l=anabelladominguez.blogspot.com'/></div>Anabella Dominguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06481585205516617682noreply@blogger.com5