tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63951398357044859562012-02-16T15:39:47.347-08:00itbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05717255124824810691noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395139835704485956.post-13509347961520180922010-05-29T10:38:00.000-07:002010-05-29T10:39:17.682-07:00Me desperté tarde. Como no se me ocurrió algo que hacer, volví a dormir hasta el otro día.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395139835704485956-1350934796152018092?l=memoriasdeteflon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>itbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05717255124824810691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395139835704485956.post-24885155567478389772010-05-25T19:28:00.000-07:002010-05-25T19:31:10.032-07:00Ella es una sirena. Busco cera en el bolsillo, pero ni restos ni remedios caseros para sellar los oidos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395139835704485956-2488515556747838977?l=memoriasdeteflon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220036485377086363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395139835704485956.post-70522255194224446102010-05-16T23:41:00.000-07:002010-05-16T23:43:05.066-07:00Una noche nublada, sueños nublados, un paseo nublado, pero la euforia no se nubla... sigue nublando.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395139835704485956-7052225519422444610?l=memoriasdeteflon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>itbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05717255124824810691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395139835704485956.post-91601632659783358512010-05-10T14:26:00.000-07:002010-05-10T14:27:23.745-07:00No creo en los signos zodiacales, pero sé que la estrella más cercana me mantiene lejos de los demás.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395139835704485956-9160163265978335851?l=memoriasdeteflon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>itbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05717255124824810691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395139835704485956.post-46163012984838543202010-05-09T20:35:00.000-07:002010-05-09T20:36:07.843-07:00Ayer me descubrí psicosomática. Si mi estómago anda mal, mi vida también.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395139835704485956-4616301298483854320?l=memoriasdeteflon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220036485377086363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395139835704485956.post-26329660823427162212010-05-08T21:06:00.000-07:002010-05-08T21:07:59.435-07:00Ayer soñé que mi compañero de blog y yo comíamos papel periódico. ¿Qué diría Freud de eso?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395139835704485956-2632966082342716221?l=memoriasdeteflon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220036485377086363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395139835704485956.post-81418928506658922042010-04-26T21:00:00.000-07:002010-04-26T21:01:47.471-07:00Los recuerdos están opacos, una untadita de cera importada para arrancar el olvido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395139835704485956-8141892850665892204?l=memoriasdeteflon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>itbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05717255124824810691noreply@blogger.com0