tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15080802394716999662012-02-15T23:37:02.588-08:00Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-76304935847188594242010-03-20T17:10:00.000-07:002010-03-20T17:20:16.389-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S6VkuquVWGI/AAAAAAAAA38/Y6035-C8iyk/s1600-h/DSCN6346.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S6VkuquVWGI/AAAAAAAAA38/Y6035-C8iyk/s400/DSCN6346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450873676907239522" border="0" /></a>Poesía En la facultad de Ciencias de la UNAM con el abuelito Einstein<br /><br />dja=yi2<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S6VkoRnuNrI/AAAAAAAAA30/CIN3OsZBijo/s1600-h/DSCN6339.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S6VkoRnuNrI/AAAAAAAAA30/CIN3OsZBijo/s400/DSCN6339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450873567089407666" border="0" /></a>Lorenza Franco = f(x)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S6Vkd_PHQWI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jg05gLvuxQ0/s1600-h/DSCN6330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S6Vkd_PHQWI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jg05gLvuxQ0/s400/DSCN6330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450873390355661154" border="0" /></a>Aurora Zúñiga = yi2/dj<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S6VkVExmSZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/fod7E5uEbG0/s1600-h/DSCN6327.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S6VkVExmSZI/AAAAAAAAA3k/fod7E5uEbG0/s400/DSCN6327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450873237223655826" border="0" /></a>José Manuel Serrano = yi2/da<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-7630493584718859424?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-79855067191863374152010-02-25T16:06:00.000-08:002010-02-25T16:40:28.201-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cSoiBl0gI/AAAAAAAAA2c/GGdEtFXCujo/s1600-h/DSCN6278.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cSoiBl0gI/AAAAAAAAA2c/GGdEtFXCujo/s400/DSCN6278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442339162238079490" border="0" /></a>Lorenza Franco<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cSV_6xXFI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Pmr3PP17zsI/s1600-h/DSCN6219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cSV_6xXFI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Pmr3PP17zsI/s400/DSCN6219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442338843845024850" border="0" /></a>Mardonio Carballo<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cSO6X9N4I/AAAAAAAAA2M/2c652L5z2Gs/s1600-h/DSCN6216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cSO6X9N4I/AAAAAAAAA2M/2c652L5z2Gs/s400/DSCN6216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442338722097739650" border="0" /></a>Emiliano Álvarez<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cR6W-XKJI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Di1WXJb3KBs/s1600-h/DSCN6279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cR6W-XKJI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Di1WXJb3KBs/s400/DSCN6279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442338368997763218" border="0" /></a>Manuel de J. Jiménez y Thalia dando su aprobación<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRy3iZjnI/AAAAAAAAA18/xeu_UIOTGb4/s1600-h/DSCN6258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRy3iZjnI/AAAAAAAAA18/xeu_UIOTGb4/s400/DSCN6258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442338240299896434" border="0" /></a>poeta misterio ¿Ángel Márquez Jaime?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRrjNTvXI/AAAAAAAAA10/F7wsR9ox_6E/s1600-h/DSCN6256.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRrjNTvXI/AAAAAAAAA10/F7wsR9ox_6E/s400/DSCN6256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442338114583641458" border="0" /></a>Éste nos es conocido como Eliud Delgado<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRjyeiZdI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wBlS0bXMXMQ/s1600-h/DSCN6255.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRjyeiZdI/AAAAAAAAA1s/wBlS0bXMXMQ/s400/DSCN6255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442337981243483602" border="0" /></a>Eduardo de Gortari<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRZzKpePI/AAAAAAAAA1k/DEEO6clxvCw/s1600-h/DSCN6227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRZzKpePI/AAAAAAAAA1k/DEEO6clxvCw/s400/DSCN6227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442337809629804786" border="0" /></a>Víctor Ibarra Calavera<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRRKe6M8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/JcxAG4ox1XA/s1600-h/DSCN6221.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRRKe6M8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/JcxAG4ox1XA/s400/DSCN6221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442337661269980098" border="0" /></a>Yaxkin Melchy<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRHLjHa6I/AAAAAAAAA1U/gJIXvnvicoE/s1600-h/DSCN6215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S4cRHLjHa6I/AAAAAAAAA1U/gJIXvnvicoE/s400/DSCN6215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442337489757367202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sentados En la Estación San Lázaro en donde el metro pasa por encima de las gradas<br /><br />gracias a los organizadores por esta buena oportunidad<br />aquí está <a href="http://poesiaymovimiento.blogspot.com/">el blog oficial del evento<br /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-7985506719186337415?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-68081001700022043642010-02-01T21:43:00.000-08:002010-02-01T21:57:48.562-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e-TMI8TTI/AAAAAAAAA0s/UA4uUz2NMtQ/s1600-h/22235_275844335754_682640754_3827611_1627722_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e-TMI8TTI/AAAAAAAAA0s/UA4uUz2NMtQ/s400/22235_275844335754_682640754_3827611_1627722_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433520712331316530" border="0" /></a>Lectura con Sergio Garenca, Millenka Torrico, Yaxkin Melchy, Héctor Hernández, Manuel de J. y Jessica Freudenthal en La Paz. Una composición alucinante.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e-PftVXqI/AAAAAAAAA0k/XkCzDCiWqrE/s1600-h/22235_275834560754_682640754_3827598_4420535_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e-PftVXqI/AAAAAAAAA0k/XkCzDCiWqrE/s400/22235_275834560754_682640754_3827598_4420535_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433520648864751266" border="0" /></a>Jessica<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e9gz2lP0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/BP0cd3xISBU/s1600-h/DSCN6175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e9gz2lP0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/BP0cd3xISBU/s400/DSCN6175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433519846818398018" border="0" /></a>Hilos de llama<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e8wqbeq4I/AAAAAAAAA0U/BEkYDaCPc7o/s1600-h/DSCN6135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e8wqbeq4I/AAAAAAAAA0U/BEkYDaCPc7o/s400/DSCN6135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433519019655080834" border="0" /></a>Aquí algunas de las fotos de Bolivia el Techo y Subterráneo de Latinoamérica Poesía escondida y alucinante: Jaime Saenz, Arturo Borda, Álvaro Astete, Guillermo Bedregal, Humberto Quino, y muchos más. Poesía actual joven explosiva que está generando un cambio climático. Emocionante Interesante Duro<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e8dlWkXKI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4YW-VnqJK3Q/s1600-h/DSCN6085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e8dlWkXKI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4YW-VnqJK3Q/s400/DSCN6085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433518691874790562" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-6808100170002204364?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-40397129443359084702010-02-01T21:28:00.000-08:002010-02-01T21:43:36.611-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e6xz-IhsI/AAAAAAAAA0E/v5Q8XW3YX3Y/s1600-h/20941_1348598597765_1315331860_1013435_6378250_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e6xz-IhsI/AAAAAAAAA0E/v5Q8XW3YX3Y/s400/20941_1348598597765_1315331860_1013435_6378250_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433516840372963010" border="0" /></a><br />Aquí algunas fotos de nuestro Viaje que hicimos el Manuel de J. y yo Yaxkin junto con Héctor Hernández, los poetas, los locos, los colados, los niños que entraban al mar. A quienes abrazamos delirantemente.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e6pQm3j3I/AAAAAAAAAz8/a7rGj0UN7ls/s1600-h/20941_1348598357759_1315331860_1013429_7598529_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e6pQm3j3I/AAAAAAAAAz8/a7rGj0UN7ls/s400/20941_1348598357759_1315331860_1013429_7598529_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433516693441187698" border="0" /></a>En Arica, universidad de Santo Tomás<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e6lfXrRGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/bsWFtw-gOl8/s1600-h/20941_1348598237756_1315331860_1013426_3628634_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e6lfXrRGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/bsWFtw-gOl8/s400/20941_1348598237756_1315331860_1013426_3628634_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433516628684522594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e6gqumJlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LS8wFAQYjic/s1600-h/20941_1348597357734_1315331860_1013404_2046950_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e6gqumJlI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LS8wFAQYjic/s400/20941_1348597357734_1315331860_1013404_2046950_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433516545834100306" border="0" /></a>Chile, México y Perú<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e5YZl2KDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/YaRAIIIAnbI/s1600-h/DSCN6052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e5YZl2KDI/AAAAAAAAAzc/YaRAIIIAnbI/s400/DSCN6052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433515304283416626" border="0" /></a>El Desierto de Atacama horas y horas en bus<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e5Gox0rGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Hb104lcBoSc/s1600-h/DSCN6048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e5Gox0rGI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Hb104lcBoSc/s400/DSCN6048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433514999122537570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e49ujX_yI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mWbFWMCplIQ/s1600-h/DSCN6041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e49ujX_yI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mWbFWMCplIQ/s400/DSCN6041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433514846053728034" border="0" /></a>Homenaje a la poeta punk postpunk poeta Stella Díaz Varín<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e4ym5Wr_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/tmQZllxqtzo/s1600-h/DSCN6015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/S2e4ym5Wr_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/tmQZllxqtzo/s400/DSCN6015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433514655019872242" border="0" /></a>En Lolol Vino y Violeta Parra<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-4039712944335908470?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-60621743636267456462009-12-20T22:11:00.000-08:002009-12-20T22:27:34.781-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8S__hnueI/AAAAAAAAAyM/tyR5vOlNLt8/s1600-h/Cartel_VS-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8S__hnueI/AAAAAAAAAyM/tyR5vOlNLt8/s400/Cartel_VS-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417569767343503842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8S5YhR51I/AAAAAAAAAyE/Rn50Afb7KXI/s1600-h/DSCN5923.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8S5YhR51I/AAAAAAAAAyE/Rn50Afb7KXI/s400/DSCN5923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417569653793875794" border="0" /></a>Arturo Meza (plano arquitectónico-poesía) Eliud Delgado y Luis Quijano<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8Swxbig4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/SCjb-TyICK4/s1600-h/DSCN5951.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8Swxbig4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/SCjb-TyICK4/s400/DSCN5951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417569505861862274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8Snb80QRI/AAAAAAAAAx0/5t2w7k2-8JI/s1600-h/DSCN5945.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8Snb80QRI/AAAAAAAAAx0/5t2w7k2-8JI/s400/DSCN5945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417569345477034258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8SYyX8qKI/AAAAAAAAAxs/A6geMQBML88/s1600-h/DSCN5962.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8SYyX8qKI/AAAAAAAAAxs/A6geMQBML88/s400/DSCN5962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417569093798373538" border="0" /></a>Aurelio Meza y Memo<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8SRq9WtUI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3z23WO42ZLE/s1600-h/DSCN5965.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8SRq9WtUI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3z23WO42ZLE/s400/DSCN5965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417568971548702018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8SGsokdeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/-9pZr_m6PR0/s1600-h/DSCN5957.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8SGsokdeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/-9pZr_m6PR0/s400/DSCN5957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417568783019832802" border="0" /></a>Alejandro Albarrán, Luis Miguel Cruz e Isven Reyes<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8SBXcVCyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/kTcXUQ4VZ1E/s1600-h/DSCN5959.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8SBXcVCyI/AAAAAAAAAxU/kTcXUQ4VZ1E/s400/DSCN5959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417568691432000290" border="0" /></a>David Meza alumbrándonos y Víctor Calavera<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8R8XSD1mI/AAAAAAAAAxM/tBv1kIOeq54/s1600-h/DSCN5874.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8R8XSD1mI/AAAAAAAAAxM/tBv1kIOeq54/s400/DSCN5874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417568605489583714" border="0" /></a>Diego Salas, Yaxkin Melchy, Alejandro Albarrán y Diego Rojas<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8RtXT3jaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/K6Ea-Wp9zx4/s1600-h/DSCN5873.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sy8RtXT3jaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/K6Ea-Wp9zx4/s400/DSCN5873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417568347799129506" border="0" /></a>Rómulo Pardo, Darío Roldán, Gesen Meneses, Enrique Padilla y José Manuel Serrano<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Cebolludos!!!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-6062174363626745646?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-26533075206078496342009-11-22T23:22:00.000-08:002009-11-22T23:27:36.533-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Swo4n-41ccI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KlNSDlXAZcA/s1600/Imagen0119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Swo4n-41ccI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KlNSDlXAZcA/s400/Imagen0119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407196562159137218" border="0" /></a>David Meza musicalizando su poema y al micrófono Rojo Córdova haciendo dúo dinámico<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Swo4j5AS1pI/AAAAAAAAAwc/VmSb6Ai-es4/s1600/Imagen0118.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Swo4j5AS1pI/AAAAAAAAAwc/VmSb6Ai-es4/s400/Imagen0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407196491860334226" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;">No faltaron los sones jarochos y la improvisación</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2653307520607849634?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-81100555952239434782009-11-21T01:59:00.000-08:002009-11-21T02:03:23.623-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DlQ22p8RraQ&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DlQ22p8RraQ&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Manuel leyendo después de su trabajo en la oficina la <span style="font-style:italic;">iuspoética</span> la cual describe como:<br /><br />La <span style="font-style:italic;">iuspoética</span> es poesía del “delirio institucional” o “la rama del derecho que estudia la poesía como ley cosmogónica”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8110055595223943478?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-85318136383442707982009-11-04T11:13:00.000-08:002009-11-04T11:15:31.193-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRaEjekIzu0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRaEjekIzu0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Aquí la Intervención Ofrenda del día de Muertos 2009, a los poetas queridos<br />eso sí con mucha poesía loquita y vinito y tequila para acompañarlos.<br />Todos pasaban al frente a leer un poema, aquí Arturo lee uno de Roque Dalton.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SvHKZkPEY3I/AAAAAAAAAv0/UGV13DAVfak/s1600-h/DSCN5510.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SvHKZkPEY3I/AAAAAAAAAv0/UGV13DAVfak/s400/DSCN5510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400319968766354290" border="0" /></a>Bandera y Poema: "Poesía en Voz Alta 09"<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SvHJrOl-_dI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OXl7P9un0As/s1600-h/DSCN5458.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SvHJrOl-_dI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OXl7P9un0As/s400/DSCN5458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400319172682907090" border="0" /></a>Zaría durante el festival "Chilango Andaluz 09"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8531813638344270798?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-88566984924828268602009-10-19T22:00:00.000-07:002009-10-19T22:25:12.288-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1JEbLnmfI/AAAAAAAAAvU/GY3D67MlJWs/s1600-h/DSCN5381.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1JEbLnmfI/AAAAAAAAAvU/GY3D67MlJWs/s400/DSCN5381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394548269024516594" border="0" /></a>Manuel de J. Jiménez<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1Ih1KiV0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/4V9mB_leT00/s1600-h/DSCN5362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1Ih1KiV0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/4V9mB_leT00/s400/DSCN5362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394547674703877954" border="0" /></a>Presentación de la Revista Trifulca<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1ICKyxJHI/AAAAAAAAAvE/fXG37OLPuZY/s1600-h/7616_1148627041280_1395701970_30438644_8129453_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1ICKyxJHI/AAAAAAAAAvE/fXG37OLPuZY/s400/7616_1148627041280_1395701970_30438644_8129453_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394547130753950834" border="0" /></a>Daniel Malpica<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1H8i4QDfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RkA7iNwCJ-8/s1600-h/7616_1148626921277_1395701970_30438641_4444428_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1H8i4QDfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RkA7iNwCJ-8/s400/7616_1148626921277_1395701970_30438641_4444428_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394547034140184050" border="0" /></a>Eliud Delgado<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1HpufTxJI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Og2dzogKQOw/s1600-h/10218_1148616761023_1395701970_30438613_4330400_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1HpufTxJI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Og2dzogKQOw/s400/10218_1148616761023_1395701970_30438613_4330400_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394546710839280786" border="0" /></a>Presentación de la Revista Petróleo<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1HhRw6JeI/AAAAAAAAAus/owICaTEOHao/s1600-h/7616_1148605920752_1395701970_30438557_6827175_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1HhRw6JeI/AAAAAAAAAus/owICaTEOHao/s400/7616_1148605920752_1395701970_30438557_6827175_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394546565689517538" border="0" /></a>Alejandro Albarrán, Eduardo de Gortari, Iván Ortega<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1Ga2jTjPI/AAAAAAAAAuk/IDdwY74WpVM/s1600-h/7616_1148613080931_1395701970_30438598_6128042_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/St1Ga2jTjPI/AAAAAAAAAuk/IDdwY74WpVM/s400/7616_1148613080931_1395701970_30438598_6128042_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394545355793861874" border="0" /></a>Yaxkin Melchy<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8856698492482826860?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-56127454646606234112009-09-29T01:53:00.000-07:002009-09-29T01:57:19.943-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SsHLmxZz9PI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AlDyfFhN6ps/s1600-h/DSC02966+copia3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SsHLmxZz9PI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AlDyfFhN6ps/s400/DSC02966+copia3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386810496268891378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Septiembre 09</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-5612745464660623411?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-16241000272266200262009-09-20T19:12:00.000-07:002009-10-19T21:46:29.180-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Srbh-Qtt5UI/AAAAAAAAAtg/UuV3yeiUo24/s1600-h/DSC02917.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Srbh-Qtt5UI/AAAAAAAAAtg/UuV3yeiUo24/s400/DSC02917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383738864322864450" border="0" /></a><br />Intervención pública en la Casa Citlaltepetl:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Grito generacional</span><br /></div><br />AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />caminamos a prisa entre la interconexión de ruinas que mutan a voluntad de transmisiones inconstantes<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">we walk hastily between the interconnection of ruins that change voluntarily of fickle transmissions</span><br /><br />La poesía dejó de ser suya para ser un delirio<br />y nosotros termitas en el sueño<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Poetry stopped being theirs to be a delirium and we termites in the dream</span><br /><br />Sí, huecos son los tristes ojos de nuestro corazón Decían que representábamos el pasado pero vamos siempre bailando con nuestros cuerpos hacia el futuro Nosotros seremos uno al amanecer Porque las palabras arderán como ardieron al final los terribles rostros de nuestros corazones<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Yes, hollows are the sad eyes of our heart They said that we represented the past but We always go dancing with our bodies towards the future We will be one at dawn Because at the end words will burn like the terrible faces burned in our hearts</span><br /><br />Un poema nunca sucedió, es una prisión anulada en el tiempo y yo dedico estas líneas a los que pretenden encender la existencia<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">A poem never happened, it is a prison annulled in the time I dedicate these lines to who are trying to burn up the existence</span><br /><br />Persiste la humedad de las estrellas a media cama Persiste un hueco que no es el ombligo del mundo a mitad y media de mis sueños Ombligo que no es constelación rumiante a media calle en el vértigo Persiste la angustia explotando como granadas y mi cuerpo regado sobre la plancha de la deshonra<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Persists the humidity of stars a the middle of my bed Persists a hollow that is not the navel of the world at the middle of my dreams Navel that is not a ruminant constellation at the middle of the street in the vertigo Persists the anguish exploding as grenades and my body watered on the plate of the dishonor</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">oh santa bandera</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1624100027226620026?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-8969976489484335832009-08-27T09:54:00.000-07:002009-08-27T09:58:53.163-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Spa7A2gqOHI/AAAAAAAAAtY/H5p80m4IGEQ/s1600-h/DSCN5125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Spa7A2gqOHI/AAAAAAAAAtY/H5p80m4IGEQ/s400/DSCN5125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688828620159090" border="0" /></a>Revelación de cuadro y premiación del libro Nenas Kitsch de Itzcoatl<br />a quien felicitamos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-896997648948433583?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-60598397310617546502009-08-19T11:46:00.000-07:002009-08-19T11:58:27.678-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJ3O0F-kI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NSJR5yLr6b8/s1600-h/DSCN5079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJ3O0F-kI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NSJR5yLr6b8/s400/DSCN5079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371749668764383810" border="0" /></a>Cueeeernitos al poeta Yaxkin<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJu0nb_nI/AAAAAAAAAtA/X6ji7kiqTKk/s1600-h/DSCN5076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJu0nb_nI/AAAAAAAAAtA/X6ji7kiqTKk/s400/DSCN5076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371749524293025394" border="0" /></a>poetas: Manuel de J. y Krishna Avendaño, al fondo la mega Iglesia de los mochos de Lindavista<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJi7za8VI/AAAAAAAAAs4/NgOkR_ZeuRs/s1600-h/DSCN5075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJi7za8VI/AAAAAAAAAs4/NgOkR_ZeuRs/s400/DSCN5075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371749320063906130" border="0" /></a>Salud: Manuel de J, Arturo, Krishna, Diana y Darío, en lo que parece un museo, pero es un Centro Cultural<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJb3kd2UI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ZhyGN75V6XE/s1600-h/DSCN5072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJb3kd2UI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ZhyGN75V6XE/s400/DSCN5072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371749198668355906" border="0" /></a><br />Yaxkin, Itzcoatl, Arturo, Manuel de J. Darío a quien conocimos ese día y Krishna<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJKiSzOPI/AAAAAAAAAso/Kqs2MfBoaG0/s1600-h/DSCN5069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxJKiSzOPI/AAAAAAAAAso/Kqs2MfBoaG0/s400/DSCN5069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371748900899338482" border="0" /></a>Libros de la Red y de los autores presentes, y revistas Trifulca<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxI-7wZFxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/GosSe2ntQ1E/s1600-h/DSCN5065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SoxI-7wZFxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/GosSe2ntQ1E/s400/DSCN5065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371748701575911186" border="0" /></a>Lectura de los poetas Krishna Avendaño y Darío Roldán<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-6059839731061754650?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-27138567824501201772009-07-06T00:15:00.001-07:002009-07-06T00:24:18.124-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlYj89RLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/tFhaftXqYp0/s1600-h/DSCN4741.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlYj89RLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/tFhaftXqYp0/s400/DSCN4741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355243273306588338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlTSwOX6I/AAAAAAAAApw/DqOInq9emRY/s1600-h/DSCN4735.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlTSwOX6I/AAAAAAAAApw/DqOInq9emRY/s400/DSCN4735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355243182790434722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlIdf794I/AAAAAAAAApo/8lmcBQxH8Qs/s1600-h/DSCN4722.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlIdf794I/AAAAAAAAApo/8lmcBQxH8Qs/s400/DSCN4722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355242996696348546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGk-YvTQvI/AAAAAAAAApg/jbGWDgbEGmM/s1600-h/DSCN4716.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGk-YvTQvI/AAAAAAAAApg/jbGWDgbEGmM/s400/DSCN4716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355242823619920626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlqlJk67I/AAAAAAAAAqA/p4M_NxiRvxc/s1600-h/DSCN4743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlqlJk67I/AAAAAAAAAqA/p4M_NxiRvxc/s400/DSCN4743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355243582865599410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlzTc0rWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Y58i1Vatr-M/s1600-h/DSCN4744.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGlzTc0rWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Y58i1Vatr-M/s400/DSCN4744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355243732733308258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGmCCxdDEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/3O7ZEU9moKs/s1600-h/DSCN4747.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGmCCxdDEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/3O7ZEU9moKs/s400/DSCN4747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355243985954475074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGmL6JFKzI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RyiomMZ0n1I/s1600-h/IVANORTEGA1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SlGmL6JFKzI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RyiomMZ0n1I/s400/IVANORTEGA1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355244155436346162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Farito del viento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2713856782450120177?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-90970767592775802982009-06-08T22:01:00.000-07:002009-06-08T22:09:41.560-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Si3tgnmBTcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/U1rPO4VCVDI/s1600-h/DSCN4624.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Si3tgnmBTcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/U1rPO4VCVDI/s400/DSCN4624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345189477398695362" border="0" /></a>El poeta de la banda<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Si3t0q149iI/AAAAAAAAAow/LrWRIGYwJfw/s1600-h/DSCN4653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Si3t0q149iI/AAAAAAAAAow/LrWRIGYwJfw/s400/DSCN4653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345189821867947554" border="0" /></a>Oswaldo Casasola<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Si3uGYP8V9I/AAAAAAAAAo4/Ez5UnrVGbpM/s1600-h/DSCN4654.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Si3uGYP8V9I/AAAAAAAAAo4/Ez5UnrVGbpM/s400/DSCN4654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345190126114592722" border="0" /></a>Nuestra infancia salvaje, de derecha a izquierda: Yaxkin Melchy, Manuel de J., Roberto Banda, Guillermo Arroyo, Arturo Gómez, Oswaldo Casasola y Armando nuestro anfitrión que nos abrió las puertas a esta lectura, gracias.<br /><br />Tequisquiapan 2009!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Infancia, poesía, vino y rock and roll.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-9097076759277580298?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-23676045096290192502009-06-05T15:31:00.000-07:002009-06-05T15:47:09.880-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sime_Wu5UcI/AAAAAAAAAoA/FVtcZTqw8Z8/s1600-h/DSCN4609.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sime_Wu5UcI/AAAAAAAAAoA/FVtcZTqw8Z8/s400/DSCN4609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343977244123025858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SimfWbo0_mI/AAAAAAAAAoI/SN9EfvoA4Wo/s1600-h/DSCN4608.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SimfWbo0_mI/AAAAAAAAAoI/SN9EfvoA4Wo/s400/DSCN4608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343977640576745058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SimfmIUmBPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/XlhsnplAxK8/s1600-h/DSC03110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SimfmIUmBPI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/XlhsnplAxK8/s400/DSC03110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343977910269510898" border="0" /></a><br />Aquí Fotos de la presentación del libro expediente previo del poeta Manuel de J.<br />a quien se le ve chambeando previamente en la elaboración de los mismos<br />Yaxkin comentando el libro en el auditorio de la Fac. de Derecho<br />y se aprovecha para agradecer a Roberto y Luis su ayuda detrás de cámara<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2367604509629019250?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-4052108428010731002009-05-28T15:31:00.000-07:002009-05-28T15:34:27.428-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sh8RO8tJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAno/q2Ce9938uxw/s1600-h/DSCN4561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Sh8RO8tJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAno/q2Ce9938uxw/s400/DSCN4561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341006631596062002" border="0" /></a>Gracias a la banda que asistió a la lectura.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-405210842801073100?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-74106872579185992722009-05-26T11:42:00.000-07:002009-05-26T11:53:20.078-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Shw6Fw64JNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EZSMApeW8wo/s1600-h/DSCN4467.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Shw6Fw64JNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EZSMApeW8wo/s400/DSCN4467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340207128860173522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Shw5_KSj_nI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PkOQ5BYOkxk/s1600-h/DSCN4459.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/Shw5_KSj_nI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PkOQ5BYOkxk/s400/DSCN4459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340207015411318386" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &quot;Palatino Linotype&quot;; color: silver;" lang="ES">LOS POETAS ESTÁN EN DERECHO<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="ES"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Bookman Old Style&quot;;" lang="ES">de hablar <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Bookman Old Style&quot;;" lang="ES">ensuciar el asunto<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Bookman Old Style&quot;;" lang="ES">de no ser los herederos<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Bookman Old Style&quot;;" lang="ES">de no acudir nunca a terapia<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Bookman Old Style&quot;;" lang="ES">de caminar a ciegas por los puentes <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &quot;Bookman Old Style&quot;;" lang="ES">de creer en la poesía como una posibilidad<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-7410687257918599272?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-948101092527191602009-05-01T22:32:00.000-07:002009-04-30T22:49:37.421-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqLfKdkPfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/4VRRmOlq2tY/s1600-h/DSC02773.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqLfKdkPfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/4VRRmOlq2tY/s400/DSC02773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330726476446973426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqLaZx9H0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2uYQzPv5_mA/s1600-h/DSC02776.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqLaZx9H0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2uYQzPv5_mA/s400/DSC02776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330726394659675970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqLSzUznGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/oOtv3OG6hYk/s1600-h/DSC02779.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqLSzUznGI/AAAAAAAAAmI/oOtv3OG6hYk/s400/DSC02779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330726264077786210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqLAXyJ6_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/vDNQ322kMoA/s1600-h/DSC02784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqLAXyJ6_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/vDNQ322kMoA/s400/DSC02784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330725947447045106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqKqocxiyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/OWhBIqEBZg8/s1600-h/DSC02842.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqKqocxiyI/AAAAAAAAAl4/OWhBIqEBZg8/s400/DSC02842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330725573963647778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqKYP3I6wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YU6hY_UotZY/s1600-h/DSC02781.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqKYP3I6wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YU6hY_UotZY/s400/DSC02781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330725258125699842" /></a><br /><br /><br />Durante los días de epidemia, en el Centro Cívico José María Morelos<br />Tacos tacos tacos tacos, chelas chelas chelas, poesía y poesía, hip hop (fuerza y poder de la palabra por parte de Yoez y Jessy P).<br /><br />Asistieron los grupos: palabracaidistas, fusionistas, las poetas del megáfono (Deny y Lauri), banda poética de Ecatepunk, Ulises y su mara; y Yaxkin, Daniel y Roberto de parte de la red de poetas salvajes.<br /><br />En un momento todos nos juntamos a bailar de manera delirante y surrealista en el escenario, todos poetas todos artistas todos contra el mundo de la mala influencia: el miedo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-94810109252719160?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-50362372727824889102009-05-01T12:32:00.000-07:002009-04-30T22:31:40.683-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerQkukRkrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ihR4pzvb8tQ/s1600-h/ECOS+III+image.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerQkukRkrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ihR4pzvb8tQ/s400/ECOS+III+image.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326298838713078450" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-5036237272782488910?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-46371414079542945822009-04-30T22:30:00.001-07:002009-04-30T22:30:48.833-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqI9dS-_6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/hV3cWIeYvnI/s1600-h/DSCN3881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqI9dS-_6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/hV3cWIeYvnI/s400/DSCN3881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330723698364055458" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-4637141407954294582?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-8847428100410171412009-04-30T22:29:00.000-07:002009-04-30T22:30:08.492-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqIzuY_2rI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3ipniZ9Iepw/s1600-h/DSCN3878.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqIzuY_2rI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3ipniZ9Iepw/s400/DSCN3878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330723531153988274" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-884742810041017141?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-21000562594974688042009-04-30T22:27:00.000-07:002009-04-30T22:29:26.436-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqIncrjEeI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zSljogTRIz4/s1600-h/DSCN3873.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqIncrjEeI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zSljogTRIz4/s400/DSCN3873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330723320241525218" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2100056259497468804?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-30206585287292682152009-04-30T22:26:00.001-07:002009-04-30T22:27:43.324-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqIKaEDJMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Vh5hxwqa6gI/s1600-h/DSCN3875.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqIKaEDJMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Vh5hxwqa6gI/s400/DSCN3875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330722821322777794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqIGqF6MlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/48HxJq1ynTc/s1600-h/DSCN3860.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqIGqF6MlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/48HxJq1ynTc/s400/DSCN3860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330722756906070610" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3020658528729268215?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-80717108724138560642009-04-30T22:23:00.000-07:002009-04-30T22:26:19.623-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqHn2sLmAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/G4417cBIeas/s1600-h/DSCN3863.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SfqHn2sLmAI/AAAAAAAAAk4/G4417cBIeas/s400/DSCN3863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330722227711875074" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8071710872413856064?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-30022312956065029992009-04-19T00:13:00.000-07:002009-04-19T00:17:53.680-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerPmbbH5BI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8yBhQJtcL5U/s1600-h/DSCN3769.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerPmbbH5BI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8yBhQJtcL5U/s400/DSCN3769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326297768422532114" /></a><br /><br />Poemas en un cuento, Un cuento que se escribe cantando y que se dibuja<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3002231295606502999?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-87305038605789004862009-04-19T00:11:00.000-07:002009-04-19T00:13:37.975-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerO54VrmEI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fu5k60ztvlk/s1600-h/DSCN3772.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerO54VrmEI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fu5k60ztvlk/s400/DSCN3772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326297003090221122" /></a><br /><br />Y Ulises regresa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8730503860578900486?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-74493145989469258402009-04-19T00:07:00.000-07:002009-04-19T00:11:52.536-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerOsCcX6OI/AAAAAAAAAiw/JbdiXbMHKfk/s1600-h/DSCN3780.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerOsCcX6OI/AAAAAAAAAiw/JbdiXbMHKfk/s400/DSCN3780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326296765284477154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerOdzF0ccI/AAAAAAAAAio/6Q6cJWNeiHE/s1600-h/DSCN3782.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerOdzF0ccI/AAAAAAAAAio/6Q6cJWNeiHE/s400/DSCN3782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326296520645177794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerN3T562XI/AAAAAAAAAig/aqJYE2hjhW4/s1600-h/DSCN3784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerN3T562XI/AAAAAAAAAig/aqJYE2hjhW4/s400/DSCN3784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326295859438737778" /></a><br /><br />o los grandes ciudadanos del país Constitución<br />Lectura, video e intervención contractual<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-7449314598946925840?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-64422159901403101262009-04-19T00:02:00.000-07:002009-04-19T00:06:53.441-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerMseYLEJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/HxmvnlGUdN0/s1600-h/DSCN3788.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerMseYLEJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/HxmvnlGUdN0/s400/DSCN3788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326294573759795346" /></a><br /><br /><br />Imágen para periódico nacional<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-6442215990140310126?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-80861125053817139622009-04-19T00:00:00.000-07:002009-04-19T00:02:11.918-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerMJt3VleI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zGSM99NXAjE/s1600-h/DSCN3832.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerMJt3VleI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zGSM99NXAjE/s400/DSCN3832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326293976621618658" /></a><br /><br />Registro del Poema en video de Angélica González<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8086112505381713962?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-18884500794548508062009-04-18T23:49:00.000-07:002009-04-19T00:00:11.509-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerLb5xLu8I/AAAAAAAAAiI/UZXH2ybYh6Y/s1600-h/DSCN3795.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerLb5xLu8I/AAAAAAAAAiI/UZXH2ybYh6Y/s400/DSCN3795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326293189543050178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerLXfQeCiI/AAAAAAAAAiA/kHO17GJ4TgU/s1600-h/DSCN3819.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SerLXfQeCiI/AAAAAAAAAiA/kHO17GJ4TgU/s400/DSCN3819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326293113707039266" /></a><br /><br />Intervención bandera y familia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1888450079454850806?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-26498158890420338072009-03-23T10:48:00.000-07:002009-03-23T10:49:06.285-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfHZwzknM44&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfHZwzknM44&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />escuchan????????????????????????????????????????????????????<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2649815889042033807?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-82872400619990189022009-03-23T10:40:00.000-07:002009-03-23T10:47:41.538-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/ScfJ9KMMVgI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Y1IXm-QJNts/s1600-h/DSCN3630.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/ScfJ9KMMVgI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Y1IXm-QJNts/s400/DSCN3630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316439937678857730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/ScfJyRkf_AI/AAAAAAAAAgw/JUr6tWaOzlI/s1600-h/DSCN3624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/ScfJyRkf_AI/AAAAAAAAAgw/JUr6tWaOzlI/s400/DSCN3624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316439750681295874" /></a><br /><br /><br />Aquí Arturo y Aurora, leyendo en Café Voltaire<br />dos buenas sorpresas <br />una pequeña caminata<br />un buen relajo<br />era de piscis<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8287240061999018902?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-58955282458713085872009-03-23T09:15:00.000-07:002009-03-23T12:18:33.793-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/ScfgKB4no6I/AAAAAAAAAhA/TATN06yv8jI/s1600-h/DSC02468.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/ScfgKB4no6I/AAAAAAAAAhA/TATN06yv8jI/s400/DSC02468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316464348043387810" /></a><br /><br />Aqui Guillermo Arroyo<br />atrás el caballero de la muerte<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-5895528245871308587?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-21720040423705336912009-02-17T21:32:00.000-08:002009-02-17T21:34:37.995-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SZudgRL_BWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ko-T-DPKChI/s1600-h/Imagen0088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SZudgRL_BWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ko-T-DPKChI/s400/Imagen0088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304006163853935970" /></a><br /><br />Muchachos en llamas leyendo en la UNAM<br /><br />con los poetas Roberto Banda y Daniel Malpica<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2172004042370533691?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-12386662537733748982009-02-17T21:26:00.000-08:002009-02-17T21:31:34.919-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SZuc7KTxkhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/T0KTOpWwrtY/s1600-h/Imagen0044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SZuc7KTxkhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/T0KTOpWwrtY/s400/Imagen0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304005526352400914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SZucQ4vDNDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1GaE6cjFWpY/s1600-h/Imagen0036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SZucQ4vDNDI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1GaE6cjFWpY/s400/Imagen0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304004800080458802" /></a><br /><br />El poeta Yaxkin leyendo junto a su calaverita, en San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas. <br />arriba lectura una compartida a dos voces con la poeta Ambar Past, todo en el bar de mismo nombre, saludos esa la banda escritora/artista/temeraria<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1238666253773374898?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-71477015583334450942009-01-10T11:37:00.000-08:002009-01-10T11:46:11.530-08:00Querétaro: Peña, magnetismo, pulque, charanda. Aquí todavía se ven saludables.<br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SWj5-2xHjtI/AAAAAAAAAek/m5qFpCibvyY/s1600-h/DSCN3000.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289752620595384018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SWj5-2xHjtI/AAAAAAAAAek/m5qFpCibvyY/s400/DSCN3000.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SWj5vJbNg2I/AAAAAAAAAec/QbispaEEDLc/s1600-h/DSCN2991.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289752350725866338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SWj5vJbNg2I/AAAAAAAAAec/QbispaEEDLc/s400/DSCN2991.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SWj5jFuAuXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0I6h8IRstrg/s1600-h/DSCN3007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289752143572547954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SWj5jFuAuXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0I6h8IRstrg/s400/DSCN3007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-7147701558333445094?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-82608436108267283122008-12-31T13:35:00.000-08:002008-12-31T13:47:20.181-08:00sus respectivas plaquets, afuera de la biblioteca de la UNAM Con Manuel de J. y Aurelio M. en la nueva dinámica editorial de la Red, con técnicas avanzadas de producción artesanal.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SVvnb2bB0eI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uNnVc6Ak-LM/s1600-h/DSCN2978.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286073053300773346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SVvnb2bB0eI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uNnVc6Ak-LM/s400/DSCN2978.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SVvnRAE3-eI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ENWBSq-TkQA/s1600-h/DSCN2979.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286072866913647074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SVvnRAE3-eI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ENWBSq-TkQA/s400/DSCN2979.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SVvmLJ0p67I/AAAAAAAAAd0/F52i2UKGZkE/s1600-h/DSCN2981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286071666939128754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SVvmLJ0p67I/AAAAAAAAAd0/F52i2UKGZkE/s400/DSCN2981.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8260843610826728312?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-28375278685569672192008-12-27T11:38:00.000-08:002008-12-27T11:44:09.152-08:00<div align="center">poetas Yaxkin M y Manuel de J presentando la revista trifulca acompañados por el diseñador Melchor en el Espacio Cultural Casa Vecina</div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SVaE6rf84eI/AAAAAAAAAdk/eFaCWKiVQdY/s1600-h/presentacion4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284557356409872866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SVaE6rf84eI/AAAAAAAAAdk/eFaCWKiVQdY/s400/presentacion4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2837527868556967219?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-56402956053569460342008-12-20T12:45:00.000-08:002008-12-21T17:54:04.071-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SU1Z5ahAYPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nWdEgdlX-FY/s1600-h/DSCN2945.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281976780880634098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SU1Z5ahAYPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nWdEgdlX-FY/s400/DSCN2945.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>En la que ha sido la presentación más delirante de este p país</div><div></div><div>A riesgo de todo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-5640295605356946034?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-14701418930891369492008-12-13T22:37:00.000-08:002008-12-20T12:45:30.427-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SUSp7rtQ5MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YgWMzPc1iIU/s1600-h/DSCN2938.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279531505995015362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SUSp7rtQ5MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YgWMzPc1iIU/s400/DSCN2938.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>FARO de Tlahuac</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1470141893089136949?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-58144089223457417512008-12-13T22:33:00.000-08:002008-12-13T22:49:42.323-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SUSo89FKqTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/WTle97MRZR4/s1600-h/DSCN2928.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279530428326914354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SUSo89FKqTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/WTle97MRZR4/s400/DSCN2928.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Poetas mareados presentando su Paraíso en Llamas en el FARO de Tlahuac </div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-5814408922345741751?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-35127173188116593032008-12-05T10:20:00.000-08:002008-12-05T10:26:17.885-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/STlx26wTOrI/AAAAAAAAAbs/X1DTSAAvriI/s1600-h/paraisoenllamasFinancierob.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276373626739964594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/STlx26wTOrI/AAAAAAAAAbs/X1DTSAAvriI/s400/paraisoenllamasFinancierob.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Una nota aparecida en el periódico El Financiero</div><div>a propósito de un libro colectivo</div><div>a propósito de algunos poemas</div><div>a propósito de alguna fotografía</div><div>que no alcanzamos a</div><div>entender</div><div>aún</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3512717318811659303?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-42074218521378493682008-11-02T10:22:00.000-08:002008-11-02T10:24:51.205-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3wBzn8-dI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ExWHyPXIIjk/s1600-h/DSCN2770.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264127453294295506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3wBzn8-dI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ExWHyPXIIjk/s400/DSCN2770.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>y continuaron leyendo: Oswaldo y Arturo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-4207421852137849368?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-32844033933305569942008-11-02T10:15:00.000-08:002008-11-02T10:26:00.258-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3uw-u5cwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XV27jtjYyuw/s1600-h/DSCN2770.JPG"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3unIJ_kdI/AAAAAAAAAas/MQ8LpPTN1MM/s1600-h/DSCN2745.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264125895437685202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3unIJ_kdI/AAAAAAAAAas/MQ8LpPTN1MM/s400/DSCN2745.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Y había muchísima gente en los alrededores de la UNAM, uno que otro venía a asomarse: Yaxkin<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />muchachos velando poetas nomás<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3ub4MGxdI/AAAAAAAAAak/eq6ezURMUGE/s1600-h/DSCN2765.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264125702173017554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3ub4MGxdI/AAAAAAAAAak/eq6ezURMUGE/s400/DSCN2765.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3284403393330556994?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-48675986147152953502008-11-02T10:08:00.001-08:002008-11-02T10:27:09.903-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3tkY2tFNI/AAAAAAAAAac/BzzQDDaSntQ/s1600-h/DSCN2760.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264124748868949202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3tkY2tFNI/AAAAAAAAAac/BzzQDDaSntQ/s400/DSCN2760.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Iván Ortega y Aurelio Meza leyendo poemas de Pessoa, Mario Santiago y Becerra al público.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3tRp-EQOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/JduHVNpNQNw/s1600-h/DSCN2755.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264124427045716194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3tRp-EQOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/JduHVNpNQNw/s400/DSCN2755.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-4867598614715295350?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-30400322662204485592008-11-02T09:59:00.000-08:002008-11-02T10:08:30.573-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3qh1IqN4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/CllDr4pdfwM/s1600-h/DSCN2736gris.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3qh1IqN4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/CllDr4pdfwM/s400/DSCN2736gris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264121406385960834" /></a><br /><br />de izquierda a derecha poetas vivos: Yaxkin, Iván, Aurelio, Oswaldo, Manuel, Roberto e Itzcoatl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3040032266220448559?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-14083480379258068992008-11-02T09:47:00.000-08:002008-11-02T10:27:44.474-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3o5ygcrvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NdgOig6x5mE/s1600-h/DSCN2732.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264119618974035698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3o5ygcrvI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NdgOig6x5mE/s400/DSCN2732.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3oKaqFrII/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tW0TMqJfSFk/s1600-h/DSCN2731.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264118805118168194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SQ3oKaqFrII/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tW0TMqJfSFk/s400/DSCN2731.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A Diez años de la muerte de Mario Santiago: camino de flores.<br />Nuestra ofrenda mexicana del día de muertos.<br /><br />No patrocinada por Big citrus.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1408348037925806899?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-67980956348853817062008-10-20T11:12:00.000-07:002008-10-20T11:17:15.873-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SPzKopFr8HI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RqRhnAI-pEE/s1600-h/PARAISOENLLAMAS1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259301264435179634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SPzKopFr8HI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RqRhnAI-pEE/s400/PARAISOENLLAMAS1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aqui está la foto secreta y desconocida de la presentación de la Antología Paraíso en Llamas. chéquense las sillas onda espacial - bar. </div><div>Esto fue en Octubre 2008, en La Pirámide.</div><div> </div><div>Si algún día ven por ahí la antología comprense una ; ) super interesante</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-6798095634885381706?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-26069063722130536982008-10-14T22:07:00.000-07:002008-10-14T22:13:44.251-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SPV7QymXZvI/AAAAAAAAAYY/kYdZLQZnjjA/s1600-h/Antologiaparaalmasimaginarias.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257243668415735538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SPV7QymXZvI/AAAAAAAAAYY/kYdZLQZnjjA/s400/Antologiaparaalmasimaginarias.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>LA CUARTA EDICIÓN anónima internacional pirata de poemas hechos por chicos mexicanos para almas imaginarias </p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2606906372213053698?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-53725032441118481302008-09-29T20:03:00.001-07:002008-10-03T22:23:50.061-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SOGXJQ5vloI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_DWeiNXCuF8/s1600-h/danyaxeli08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251644825902487170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SOGXJQ5vloI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_DWeiNXCuF8/s400/danyaxeli08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aquí cansados poetas eliud, daniel y yaxkin, esperando en una vitrina sobre la avenida, a la siguiente lectura de poesía en voz alta a la que llegamos bien jodidos.</div><div></div><div>Y ahora esperando con ansias el performance - lectura de Daniel Malpica en dicho festival: al que deseamos y anticipamos un gran éxito!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-5372503244111848130?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-21461007602635262082008-09-29T19:45:00.000-07:002008-10-03T22:24:20.115-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SOGVW0l6K1I/AAAAAAAAAXY/BtcwS4oFILg/s1600-h/DSCN2629.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251642859798014802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SOGVW0l6K1I/AAAAAAAAAXY/BtcwS4oFILg/s400/DSCN2629.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SOGUnGiX3gI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1KsBEIvnaDA/s1600-h/danyaxeli08.jpg"></a>Memoria de los primeros d<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SOGUb8bZnII/AAAAAAAAAXI/XESDsvb_4yg/s1600-h/DSCN2629.JPG"></a>ías del Festival Poesía en Voz Alta </div><div></div><div>En la que sobresalió la del poeta francés Zédesse quien hizo un performance power point incluido</div><div></div><div>; )</div><div></div><div>también sobresalieron la de los Japoneses Kiwao Nomura y Tetsu Saitoh que se hicieron un performance poético-musical bien loco. Síganle la pista a estos muchachos. Esperemos pronto tengamos el audio mp3 de Oswaldo poeta no Andrade</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2146100760263526208?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-34508026074566410852008-09-07T16:29:00.000-07:002008-09-09T13:48:11.438-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SMRkKHxwiII/AAAAAAAAAWg/4XYN2tkrLco/s1600-h/Imagen0186b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243425991215319170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SMRkKHxwiII/AAAAAAAAAWg/4XYN2tkrLco/s400/Imagen0186b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aqui cheleando afuera del estanque de los ajolotes, los poetas Manuel y Yaxkin... Mientras Oswaldo andaba por ahí perdido en el bosque... </div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Gracias a Hugo Moreno y la coordinadora del Faro de Cuautepec que amablemente nos invitaron a este encuentro viajado...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3450802607456641085?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-7139043756257125212008-09-07T16:24:00.000-07:002008-09-07T16:37:57.818-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SMRjNIpM2DI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VB3tx_iC_9U/s1600-h/Imagen0183b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243424943475841074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SMRjNIpM2DI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VB3tx_iC_9U/s400/Imagen0183b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hubo un Festival de Revistas Independientes, ocurrió en el Faro de Cuautepec. Hasta arribita del cerro, en plena zona de la reserva de la Sierra de Guadalupe, el lugar chingonsísimo, con arbolitos y todo... Arriba y super bien arriba de toda la mega urbe de la Ciudad de México</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-713904375625712521?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-44131993360422327762008-08-19T21:55:00.000-07:002008-08-19T21:58:32.847-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SKuj7bhNUJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-zacQ0_px3s/s1600-h/DSCN2532.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236459233142984850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SKuj7bhNUJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-zacQ0_px3s/s400/DSCN2532.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Por favor muchachos échenle más feeling a la próxima lectura.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Ocurrió en el Centro Cultural José Martí, Tercera lectura del Festival Subterráneo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-4413199336042232776?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-32825410568819664662008-08-19T21:49:00.000-07:002008-08-19T21:52:22.449-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SKuiowIreYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eiJBE4Z0y-4/s1600-h/DSCN2560.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236457812748106114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SKuiowIreYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eiJBE4Z0y-4/s400/DSCN2560.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aqui el Ciudadano Ausente, poeta sin nombre en realización de actos performativos. Burócrata de excelencia avalado con credencial. Con un próximo libro a editarse por la Red, esperemos. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3282541056881966466?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-76376980629331696192008-08-19T21:45:00.000-07:002008-09-25T21:32:58.321-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SKuh2QattiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XxKTRFEIFv4/s1600-h/DSCN2540.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236456945240356386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SKuh2QattiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XxKTRFEIFv4/s400/DSCN2540.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Aqui el poeta Eliud, leyendo un peculiar texto titulado Lupercalia . Esto ocurrió en el Festival Subterráneo, Centro Cultural José Martí.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-7637698062933169619?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-83183641188486432422008-08-14T00:25:00.000-07:002008-08-14T00:29:31.054-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SKPebuMse9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/kBBORnY93VA/s1600-h/DiarioPalabraCoahuila.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234271759773760466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SKPebuMse9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/kBBORnY93VA/s400/DiarioPalabraCoahuila.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8318364118848643242?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-35379838496091022972008-08-10T20:14:00.000-07:002008-08-10T20:29:41.197-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SJ-v-mo4c2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/hKy8wr0BTL0/s1600-h/DSCN2496.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233094782086574946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SJ-v-mo4c2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/hKy8wr0BTL0/s400/DSCN2496.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SJ-vHqE_-qI/AAAAAAAAAPg/azz35t95muY/s1600-h/DSCN2506.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233093838117010082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SJ-vHqE_-qI/AAAAAAAAAPg/azz35t95muY/s400/DSCN2506.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Fuimos los poetas Manuel de J, Yaxkin, Eduardo e Itzcoatl. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Aqui el poeta Manuel fans de Julio Torri y autor de un extensisimo contrato poetico constitucional nos dice:</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">"Mientras los poetas Eduardo de Gortari y Julián Herbet discutían sobre el futuro de la poesía y las novedades de los poetas mexicanos, yo simplemente hago muecas a la cámara." </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Lean toda la crónica en <a href="http://www.manualmanuel.blogspot.com/">su blog </a></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3537983849609102297?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-41678746020322142452008-08-01T22:22:00.000-07:002008-08-01T22:28:47.976-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SJPvgnRmZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VLRtzOr5cew/s1600-h/Infras_poetasjovenes.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229786935884932370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SJPvgnRmZRI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VLRtzOr5cew/s400/Infras_poetasjovenes.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Poetas jovenes y los infras E.Altamirano y O.Altamirano. </div><div> </div><div>le agradecemos a Rafa Rios por el lugar para esta lectura infra que fue en la Palabreta: ahí venden caf'é y buenos libros, colonia roma.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-4167874602032214245?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-17658023894032601762008-07-25T19:12:00.000-07:002008-07-25T19:18:21.105-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SIqISYH0pDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/v3FR3ENOYtg/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227140166811165746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SIqISYH0pDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/v3FR3ENOYtg/s400/DSCN2453.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aquí el poeta Aurelio Meza leyendo en Donceles 666. </div><div>Después hubo una discusión sobre la poesía mexicana reciente, no existe ya un centro desde donde hablar la producción literaria de México? al parecer no, dimes y diretes ... </div><div> </div><div>también se hablo de Periferia y terrorismo ... ah también se dijo que la poesía mexicana era de las más aburridas y solemnes ... je</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1765802389403260176?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-16614898780439984272008-07-19T00:35:00.001-07:002008-07-19T00:40:51.283-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SIGZUqwCqbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8nwEpjaSv0A/s1600-h/Atrio1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224625623078709682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SIGZUqwCqbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8nwEpjaSv0A/s400/Atrio1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>de izquierda a derecha: Thalia, Manuel, Victor, Yaxkin</div><div> </div><div>éramos más amigos que poetas. una noche imborrable </div><div>cuando presentamos el esfuerzo de nuestra revista. los amigos goticos nos fueron a ver. Esto ocurrió en el Atrio en 2007, principios. </div><div> </div><div>la foto es de verso destierro, quienes nos abrieron el espacio. así es. aunque no nos quieran les agradecemos ese gesto.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1661489878043998427?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-34491783783837654532008-07-04T11:14:00.000-07:002008-07-04T12:13:37.508-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5t6BMBY5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/umdzvmx3qjM/s1600-h/DSCN2406.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219229861687681938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5t6BMBY5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/umdzvmx3qjM/s400/DSCN2406.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Aquí fotos : hicimos stencil aproximadamente una hora: muros del vips, de una comisaría, de un banco banamex, furgoneta, carro del departamento del DF y hasta dos colectivos que rolarán por algún tiempo con los stencil por la ciudad.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5qq2_AerI/AAAAAAAAANY/WwDWxZl2t68/s1600-h/DSCN2407.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219226302715820722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5qq2_AerI/AAAAAAAAANY/WwDWxZl2t68/s400/DSCN2407.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Niño aprisionado por un código de barras, o poema anónimo en las calles.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5tFayOkcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nWIFfpu37X4/s1600-h/DSCN2431.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219228958025748930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5tFayOkcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nWIFfpu37X4/s400/DSCN2431.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Niño aprisionado por un código de barras, o poema anónimo en las calles.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5tfhoNOXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DVgAZru1hmI/s1600-h/DSCN2433.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219229406539364722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5tfhoNOXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DVgAZru1hmI/s400/DSCN2433.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Niño aprisionado por la prensa, o poema anónimo en las calles.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5tfhoNOXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DVgAZru1hmI/s1600-h/DSCN2433.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5rKL53ufI/AAAAAAAAANg/QS_uccAmiF4/s1600-h/DSCN2417.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219226840907364850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5rKL53ufI/AAAAAAAAANg/QS_uccAmiF4/s400/DSCN2417.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Vallejo aprisionado, o poema anónimo en las calles.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5rmv1u8qI/AAAAAAAAANo/cJzxYnmDcks/s1600-h/DSCN2419.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219227331590025890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5rmv1u8qI/AAAAAAAAANo/cJzxYnmDcks/s400/DSCN2419.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Niño aprisionado por un código de barras, o poema anónimo al volante.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5vn-UlxXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eD4XfX7C9PY/s1600-h/DSCN2435.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219231750703924594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5vn-UlxXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eD4XfX7C9PY/s400/DSCN2435.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Niño aprisionado por un código de barras, o poema anónimo en los muros de un banco.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5xJjpIolI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-mEQCSp_978/s1600-h/DSCN2414.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219233427169518162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5xJjpIolI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-mEQCSp_978/s400/DSCN2414.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ya habíamos terminado, ibamos rumbo a mi casa cuando la policía nos detuvo, nos quisieron extorsionar, al final cedieron, nos dejaron ir, pero nos robaron nuestros stenciles.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5sEoFf-dI/AAAAAAAAANw/5Ybms6eJBOI/s1600-h/DSCN2426.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219227844904745426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5sEoFf-dI/AAAAAAAAANw/5Ybms6eJBOI/s400/DSCN2426.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />perros!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5sYB_9e9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/i0qx_rLLbjc/s1600-h/DSCN2425.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219228178278349778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SG5sYB_9e9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/i0qx_rLLbjc/s400/DSCN2425.JPG" border="0" /></a>Niño aprisionado por un sistema de marketing <em>(léase iván ortega),</em><br /><br />o historia anónima que rolará por las calles.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3449178378383765453?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-78962108327089502702008-06-30T13:21:00.000-07:002008-07-04T12:05:08.097-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SGlA5r3e0mI/AAAAAAAAAM4/p6AFUZnSuDI/s1600-h/DSCN2368.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217773003057582690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SGlA5r3e0mI/AAAAAAAAAM4/p6AFUZnSuDI/s400/DSCN2368.JPG" border="0" /></a> Aquí los poetas Yaxkin y Daniel Malpica leyendo en Ecatepec durante la Feria del libro. en una lectura medio devrayada y algo lejana.<br /><br /><em>pero siempre que sea llegar lejos, llegaremos</em><br /><br />Arriba la descentralizaciòn de la cultura!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Y <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SGlAfL0VqoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uPd4n5RCEgo/s1600-h/DSCN9071b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217772547777866370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SGlAfL0VqoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uPd4n5RCEgo/s400/DSCN9071b.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bueno .... aquí nuestro público asistente . Al fondo regalaban quesadillas<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Así lucía antes de la presentación. luego sí llegó más banda ; )<br />gracias a la banda que nos invitó a futuras lecturas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-7896210832708950270?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-36121797194255523022008-06-30T13:17:00.000-07:002008-09-09T13:46:53.531-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SGk_xV_Jx-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jqXEZoGu5ik/s1600-h/DSCN9080b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217771760233596898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SGk_xV_Jx-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jqXEZoGu5ik/s400/DSCN9080b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aquí el poeta Yaxkin y Jocelyn de la gaceta de Literal. quien amablemente se echó la conducida hasta Ecatepec.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3612179719425552302?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-30203416351421649222008-06-14T12:51:00.000-07:002008-07-04T12:05:50.965-07:00<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_vmHP03WOhE&amp;hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_vmHP03WOhE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p> </p><p>Aquí leyendo el narrador y poeta Itzcoatl(sí la poesía es lo de hoy) uno de sus poemas más vintage </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3020341635142164922?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-30288629968736850032008-05-29T14:41:00.000-07:002008-05-29T14:47:06.824-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8kIG2hjZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TAI3Mgq8DMo/s1600-h/VALLEJO_BAJA_BANCO2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8kIG2hjZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TAI3Mgq8DMo/s400/VALLEJO_BAJA_BANCO2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205919415960440210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8jc22hjYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wS7EHuxIepw/s1600-h/VALLEJO_BAJA_BANCO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8jc22hjYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wS7EHuxIepw/s400/VALLEJO_BAJA_BANCO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205918672931097986" border="0" /></a><br />CÉSAR VALLEJO EN UN BANCO<br /><br />1 a 2 años de prisión si los atrapan nos dijo el polecía cuando fuimos a sacar las fotos.<br /><br />Pero siempre me gusta vivir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3028862996873685003?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-65773470420957625562008-05-29T14:32:00.000-07:002008-05-29T14:41:46.148-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8i122hjXI/AAAAAAAAALw/0p3sPJG4yvM/s1600-h/DANIELDSCN2388_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8i122hjXI/AAAAAAAAALw/0p3sPJG4yvM/s400/DANIELDSCN2388_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205918002916199794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8id22hjWI/AAAAAAAAALo/C8yIgoCtx8I/s1600-h/YAXKINDSCN2385_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8id22hjWI/AAAAAAAAALo/C8yIgoCtx8I/s400/YAXKINDSCN2385_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205917590599339362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Pero siempre me gusta vivir. ya lo decía<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-6577347042095762556?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-74411175467889866032008-05-29T14:25:00.000-07:002008-05-29T14:31:46.125-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8fo22hjUI/AAAAAAAAALY/mUMHERGFp8Y/s1600-h/DANIELDSCN2388.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8fo22hjUI/AAAAAAAAALY/mUMHERGFp8Y/s400/DANIELDSCN2388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205914481043017026" border="0" /></a><br />AQUI el poeta Daniel Malpica. Sentado junto a su compadre César Vallejo tras un recital poético del último.<br /><br /> quien nos enseñó:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoy me gusta la vida mucha menos/pero siempre me gusta vivir. ya lo decía<br /><br /><br /></span>esto fue a las 2.am de un día miércoles <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-7441117546788986603?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-19015756560186676122008-05-29T14:19:00.000-07:002008-05-29T14:49:15.184-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8eU22hjTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kZa9nB3j0to/s1600-h/YAXKINDSCN2385.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SD8eU22hjTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kZa9nB3j0to/s400/YAXKINDSCN2385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205913037934005554" border="0" /></a><br />AQUI el poeta Yaxkin Melchy después del stencil que hicimos de César Vallejo, a las afueras del "Hermanos Vázquez" de Copilco<br /><br />Esto fue a las 2:00 de un día en que Yaxkin y Daniel desaparecieron<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1901575656018667612?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-35423462349142702032008-05-20T14:44:00.000-07:002008-05-20T14:56:09.770-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SDNGmy0rTcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RjIfQB40S0s/s1600-h/GUILLERMOARROYO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202579626834742722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SDNGmy0rTcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RjIfQB40S0s/s400/GUILLERMOARROYO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Aquí al cuentista y poeta Guillermo Arroyo. Creador del movimiento literario exageracionista. En la lectura organizada por Hugo Mendoza y el Casetón , centro cultural de Iztapalapa. </p><p>En donde nos dieron chicharrón en salsa verde. ; )</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3542346234914270203?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-7858893403265040912008-05-13T17:31:00.000-07:002008-05-13T17:44:10.638-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCo1GC0rTVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/S99qUhTGCRk/s1600-h/DSCN2325.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200027097705958738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCo1GC0rTVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/S99qUhTGCRk/s400/DSCN2325.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aquí los poetas Yaxkin y Luis leyendo el poema generacional No!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCo07y0rTUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SZT55Fd5AHM/s1600-h/DSCN2324.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200026921612299586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCo07y0rTUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SZT55Fd5AHM/s400/DSCN2324.JPG" border="0" /></a> (de Héctor Hernández) a los chavos del CCH . con todas nuestras fuerzas.<br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-785889340326504091?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-33312736362910820052008-05-13T17:30:00.000-07:002008-05-13T17:50:04.144-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCo2ei0rTWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y3vA05sVaNo/s1600-h/DSCN2330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200028618124381538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCo2ei0rTWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y3vA05sVaNo/s400/DSCN2330.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aquí el joven poeta Amaury Gaminio leyendo su poema escrito en una libreta de registros. Esperemos que no sea de las oficinas. </div><div>Poesía con ímpetu.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3331273636291082005?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-16182059835459905372008-05-13T17:17:00.001-07:002008-05-13T17:30:34.350-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCoyES0rTTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RZmt3j0TiGg/s1600-h/DSCN2301.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200023769106304306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCoyES0rTTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RZmt3j0TiGg/s400/DSCN2301.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Y de los unicornios, y de los casset, y de los restaurantes de comida rápida. Iván leyendo</div><div>algún poema de su repertorio. </div><div>Al fondo basura orgánica e inorgánica.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1618205983545990537?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-84078519125327728062008-05-13T16:32:00.000-07:002008-05-13T17:07:13.175-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCosHi0rTSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CPm6ssOyTq4/s1600-h/DSCN2302.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200017227871112482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCosHi0rTSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CPm6ssOyTq4/s400/DSCN2302.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aqui poeta Luis Arce y Yaxkin Melchy </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8407851912532772806?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-36038073093611326342008-05-13T16:28:00.000-07:002008-05-13T16:32:20.963-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCokby0rTRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LrwySTWUNkQ/s1600-h/DSCN2316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200008779670441234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCokby0rTRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LrwySTWUNkQ/s400/DSCN2316.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>Á un costado El poeta Sandino, leyendo sobre la banca o checando problemas de audio??</div><div>Organizador de esta super lectura. A ver pa cuando la otra.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3603807309361132634?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-81608904393948779602008-05-13T16:25:00.000-07:002008-05-13T16:28:56.034-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCojxS0rTQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yJzbaQgSpfM/s1600-h/DSCN2294.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200008049526000898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCojxS0rTQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yJzbaQgSpfM/s400/DSCN2294.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />El poeta Eduardo muy calmado y mentando madres para que el público se anime a participar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8160890439394877960?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-13647232990359677182008-05-13T16:22:00.001-07:002008-05-13T16:25:49.655-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCojCC0rTPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xd8iPSGgizM/s1600-h/DSCN2290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200007237777181938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SCojCC0rTPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xd8iPSGgizM/s400/DSCN2290.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aquí el cartel que hizo el poeta y pintor Iván O. para la lectura a la que nos invitaron en el CCH sur. </div><div>nótense los dibujitos : )</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1364723299035967718?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-80483072130443844532008-04-30T18:39:00.000-07:002008-04-30T18:42:00.101-07:00<p>Aquí un poema de Daniel Malpica, mientras colabora con el mega stencil vallejiano. Esperemos pronto nos ayude a terminarlo. </p><p><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KEtoxISfXrg&amp;hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KEtoxISfXrg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8048307213044384453?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-64571394316772310572008-04-29T15:03:00.000-07:002008-04-29T15:13:36.771-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBebgxFjd9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/_65KR9zMa_E/s1600-h/manuel_cu+copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194791682429908946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBebgxFjd9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/_65KR9zMa_E/s400/manuel_cu+copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aquí el poeta Manuel de J.Jiménez </div><div>parriano y vallejiano como muchos de nosotros. Leyendo frente a un mural. Estos son una serie de videos (después de ver el dvd de poquita fé) que se grabaron en 2007. espérenlos muy pronto. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-6457139431677231057?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-82670159900108441512008-04-29T14:52:00.000-07:002008-04-29T15:01:48.797-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBeZxRFjd8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/c5ejBdB3Yuk/s1600-h/thalia2copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194789766874494914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBeZxRFjd8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/c5ejBdB3Yuk/s400/thalia2copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Aquí la poeta Thalia leyendo un poema que si bien recuerdo se llama mis ratas, por cu, escenario de primera.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-8267015990010844151?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-30657083852285924342008-04-24T22:18:00.001-07:002008-04-24T22:33:24.055-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBFryRFjd3I/AAAAAAAAAII/2Nff7E9PO5w/s1600-h/BAJ_DSCN1644.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193050356659222386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBFryRFjd3I/AAAAAAAAAII/2Nff7E9PO5w/s400/BAJ_DSCN1644.jpg" border="0" /></a> Aquí los stenciles en una de las entradas de CU (entrando por odontología)<br /><br />Homenaje al poeta, novelista y cuentista cubano Félix Luis Viera.<br /><br />quien nos dijo: lo más hermoso de la vida no cuesta nada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3065708385228592434?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-38510314095728834502008-04-19T00:03:00.000-07:002008-04-19T00:09:15.053-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAmZ-yAEzoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/frzb8zHItQE/s1600-h/devras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190849349374234242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAmZ-yAEzoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/frzb8zHItQE/s400/devras.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aquì una foto grupal. </div><div> </div><div>de izquierda a derecha:</div><div>Eliud Delgado, Ivàn Ortega, Eduardo de Gortari, Daniel Malpica, Yaxkin Melchy y Aurelio Meza. </div><div> </div><div>no se recuerda al fotógrafo. pero esto ocurrió en el año 2007</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-3851031409572883450?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-2075769690147667972008-04-17T22:50:00.001-07:002008-04-24T00:07:45.264-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBAtABFjdxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/C7w5nefxG18/s1600-h/DSCN2212.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192699848673163026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBAtABFjdxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/C7w5nefxG18/s400/DSCN2212.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAg2xSAEzlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vQvXlzX6DWY/s1600-h/DSCN2212.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>Aquí el joven poeta "de secundaria" Yaxkin Melchy leyendo de sus apuntes de clase. </div><br /><div>Durante el performance de la segunda fecha del festival ECOS bajo las piedras. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-207576969014766797?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-10622947172646654162008-04-17T22:43:00.000-07:002008-04-17T22:57:46.690-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAg3qyAEzmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VGRgRF7aObw/s1600-h/DSCN2213.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190459778660617826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAg3qyAEzmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VGRgRF7aObw/s400/DSCN2213.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Aquí el poeta José Manuel Serrano leyendo en el marco del festival ECOS. </p><p>A veces no sabe si es biólogo por la poesía, o poeta por la biología. : [</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-1062294717264665416?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-69267731629337828012008-04-17T22:41:00.000-07:002008-04-17T22:46:50.708-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAg0_yAEzkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hyCSwJNXLdo/s1600-h/Policia_Iztapalapa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190456840902987330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAg0_yAEzkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hyCSwJNXLdo/s400/Policia_Iztapalapa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Bueno aquí el señor policía leyendo la revista Trifulca No.1 durante una presentación en Iztapalapa que nos fue bastante mal. </div><div> </div><div>Por cierto esta revista ya es prácticamente inconseguible así que ojo si la ven. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-6926773162933782801?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-74279484472864947662008-04-17T22:36:00.001-07:002008-04-24T01:10:07.178-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBBAOxFjdyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iyhxX7T_ZAM/s1600-h/DSCN2195.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192720992797161250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SBBAOxFjdyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iyhxX7T_ZAM/s400/DSCN2195.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAgznyAEzjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9jC2eXMn3cI/s1600-h/DSCN2195.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>El poeta Luis García Arce leyendo durante la presentación de la primera semana del festival ECOS bajo las piedras. muestra de poesía joven. </div><br /><div>al que bastante gente acudió.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>bastante ameno : }</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-7427948447286494766?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1508080239471699966.post-29757613460710980452008-04-15T22:07:00.001-07:002008-04-15T22:17:32.303-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAWLGCAEzgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5SCwxvc4pL4/s1600-h/stencil_puebla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189707081347026434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htSQL3wvkv4/SAWLGCAEzgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5SCwxvc4pL4/s400/stencil_puebla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Bueno aquí parte de las vivencias que se hicieron en Puebla </div><div>como stencilear la casa del escritor. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1508080239471699966-2975761346071098045?l=imagenesdelospoetassalvajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Red de los Poetas Salvajesnoreply@blogger.com0