tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21205688126409208462024-03-20T00:34:49.555-07:00GERARDO COSTAMAGNALa poesía como génesis y la línea de horizonte: la última utopía...
¡Bienvenidos!Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-53601816552469897232009-12-28T16:46:00.000-08:002009-12-28T16:51:02.661-08:00Obras a cerca del Extraño caso de Matías G.<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzP439zLvcIGE-eh4ZjLI-xnEV4eTSOMCafCx2_kejNhD-tdUCGGuMd8O8Ue_sLLlcObG4Yy3ZGqz2EVOlMgw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-41751209292549415042009-10-10T15:11:00.000-07:002009-10-10T15:27:37.639-07:00De Barcos y viajes<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXbY5sfERILbRlHkpNEQeR4v9MhM9d9YxZ_EhXTX-j5yKcuUF76WppjgKyMLv-q8VFLqAQ4QYdxp8MHq9kQFbpQ6LqwauIVYiYlI5p534pVqWy5Wn0cwk1UC98_BpC0mbFy7hPcizD8s/s1600-h/barcos9.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391098085820015842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXbY5sfERILbRlHkpNEQeR4v9MhM9d9YxZ_EhXTX-j5yKcuUF76WppjgKyMLv-q8VFLqAQ4QYdxp8MHq9kQFbpQ6LqwauIVYiYlI5p534pVqWy5Wn0cwk1UC98_BpC0mbFy7hPcizD8s/s320/barcos9.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"> ...Desde chico le interesaron los barcos y le divertía armar los modelos de papel que le había enseñado su madre cuando era muy niño. Le significaban para él una manera de viajar, cosa que nunca hizo más que con la imaginación, y no me refiero a los viajes que uno podría suponer: a otros lugares del planeta, a esos bonitos sitios que aparecen en los folletos de las agencias de viajes con playas paradisíacas ni si quiera a lugares de las historias fantásticas. Matías consideraba que toda la vida era un viaje, cada día, cada hora, cada sueño...</span> </strong></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">"Fracmento del cuento El extraño caso de Matías G.</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">"</span></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="right">G.C.<br /></div></strong></span>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-21125588980059624912009-09-03T21:10:00.000-07:002009-09-03T21:21:23.138-07:00EL EXTRAÑO CASO DE MATÍAS G.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdxVeQfwQ4hrCXBVoYZMH0AtP_ppUn8MOA4h7YWh_H99Q4vY6kQ44nSou8ttauCydU2P-ZI0mbZIziG3_FyFDtxPHeihnphyifNCY4XedjX07HSMiptorXLhoICJfuZMRMpY1bMn-sjo/s1600-h/HPIM5457.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377462523243203746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQdxVeQfwQ4hrCXBVoYZMH0AtP_ppUn8MOA4h7YWh_H99Q4vY6kQ44nSou8ttauCydU2P-ZI0mbZIziG3_FyFDtxPHeihnphyifNCY4XedjX07HSMiptorXLhoICJfuZMRMpY1bMn-sjo/s320/HPIM5457.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzs6OuXUXKFisUdxqNah9Myme7WjNI_8OmenhpwL_rLoaJGRABoEajlj6yWvhvyCLOR6eddlCx4tG7ybSOC7tVvb37mF78Z8fwqHAofICEnD6mLTCju0z6YhaaEOJCP9iCRTwQIOfaKf4/s1600-h/HPIM5462.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377461627619237218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzs6OuXUXKFisUdxqNah9Myme7WjNI_8OmenhpwL_rLoaJGRABoEajlj6yWvhvyCLOR6eddlCx4tG7ybSOC7tVvb37mF78Z8fwqHAofICEnD6mLTCju0z6YhaaEOJCP9iCRTwQIOfaKf4/s320/HPIM5462.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>...A Matías le gustaba que el patio hiciera su vida y no influyera en la suya, a lo sumo solo debía podar los árboles que le proporcionaban leña para el hogar, una relación justa y tranquila.<br />...En cierto momento sintió la necesidad de construir máquinas, o mejor dicho mecanismos, especies de trampas para barquitos de papel. No había más que un pequeño río cerca, una especie de canal, el desagüe natural de la zona que iba a parar a una también pequeña laguna ubicada en el centro del pueblo. Tal situación haría suponer que estos “entes” –llamémoslos así- no serían muy numerosos o no resultarían fáciles de conseguir y menos de atrapar, si es que un barco de papel pudiera atraparse sino construirse, y aquí viene lo inusual. Los llamé entes por ese motivo...</div></div>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-49511337107081337062009-05-28T11:16:00.000-07:002009-05-28T11:39:14.683-07:00Ilustraciones del libro "Teoría de las Máquinas Sensibles" de Gerardo Costamagna-<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjxIQD1fQpXojrB4kfeDCWwY9Sef_yBqfs8HLMpLRfHUydJT0vEK2oKvB8GuEUt_XH9C_-anwaSF5_dsFv4EFpSq7aMSmVdntT-qxIXOApj6PeDumeDG-aot4BYAlqfoa5lepE_k68jo/s1600-h/maquinita_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340941377969059138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjxIQD1fQpXojrB4kfeDCWwY9Sef_yBqfs8HLMpLRfHUydJT0vEK2oKvB8GuEUt_XH9C_-anwaSF5_dsFv4EFpSq7aMSmVdntT-qxIXOApj6PeDumeDG-aot4BYAlqfoa5lepE_k68jo/s320/maquinita_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmpE_QVCzDOpfcny2LVt67_nln5F1C9m65Sp0RtulKS2a9l-tKbLBI2sr0Si7rQvvV2ua0gEBI3tdQULfLKr4SJfgmf_8N5M7_EHXge-x0M4Sz_xaVmTrSoxbk1qG1G6XPhRKbbfU8c4/s1600-h/maquinita_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340941105196061698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmpE_QVCzDOpfcny2LVt67_nln5F1C9m65Sp0RtulKS2a9l-tKbLBI2sr0Si7rQvvV2ua0gEBI3tdQULfLKr4SJfgmf_8N5M7_EHXge-x0M4Sz_xaVmTrSoxbk1qG1G6XPhRKbbfU8c4/s320/maquinita_3.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nG_i0LDxI1eICBRstuVGaufYy1Ruh1KxjMVoG8LYa750vtsEX5N_ewZtzQDwaKagl1FdNgOViLsxgSYulekKVh35ElTLi6a65xdIyskicTPM699BRLEhWKOEOAMTsiNrYurb1lT-HZY/s1600-h/maquinita_6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340940725113487218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nG_i0LDxI1eICBRstuVGaufYy1Ruh1KxjMVoG8LYa750vtsEX5N_ewZtzQDwaKagl1FdNgOViLsxgSYulekKVh35ElTLi6a65xdIyskicTPM699BRLEhWKOEOAMTsiNrYurb1lT-HZY/s320/maquinita_6.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p align="right">"...Cada materia (o tipo de materia) a manera de los tres reinos:animal, vegetal o mineral debió haber ido gestando sus propias maneras de acomodarse al universo circundante....."</p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Fragmento del Libro Teoría de Las Máquinas Sensibles</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gerardo Costamagna</span> </p>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-70568535789227682692008-12-06T16:45:00.000-08:002008-12-08T18:53:19.696-08:00MUESTRA "SOMBRAS NADA MÁS"<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwLbxJsxOHpBg2eDCmO9uSbfmmJcjFszdoX39SEYPQb-EAUO92bMLpTb6uMdbzA5CFjH4Yv1eE7mbApX-iNMw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center">"Sombras Nada Más" </p><p align="center">Martes 09 de diciembre 19 hs.</p><p align="center">Núcleo Cultural-Pabellón Argentina-Ciudada Universitaria-</p><p></p>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-49214289927277948832008-09-03T19:36:00.001-07:002008-09-03T20:41:36.411-07:00ANAMORFOSIS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrud5pyzJda6BVAXrC39UTcjVguTeous_Vq8O2BkO4pSsqs3ejnSTpqusum4hgSIE6aiI8MS3dLSrW7DgzUa9LObk9E-CE6NwPzaI-8YW6rnSGnpZP3o7S4GcMWOiSTx7q52RAxirK5AY/s1600-h/ANAMORFOSIS1-F.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241993613038080962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrud5pyzJda6BVAXrC39UTcjVguTeous_Vq8O2BkO4pSsqs3ejnSTpqusum4hgSIE6aiI8MS3dLSrW7DgzUa9LObk9E-CE6NwPzaI-8YW6rnSGnpZP3o7S4GcMWOiSTx7q52RAxirK5AY/s320/ANAMORFOSIS1-F.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAZ9O30cy7glfG8WWEPzKUpMJ8rQJm8YGzqgE30pyBvsXzYyGdIXaCIg4nT-6UtnF_3GmTOEEZypSOZjOEtXp2BVMXNmJ1aaqUfKSN2WbgIPrTJeGYscXrOg0JPjQ2oACR2I0OBailCM/s1600-h/ANAMORFOSIS1-D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990617476584626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="102" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAZ9O30cy7glfG8WWEPzKUpMJ8rQJm8YGzqgE30pyBvsXzYyGdIXaCIg4nT-6UtnF_3GmTOEEZypSOZjOEtXp2BVMXNmJ1aaqUfKSN2WbgIPrTJeGYscXrOg0JPjQ2oACR2I0OBailCM/s320/ANAMORFOSIS1-D.JPG" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDHuJRxkBTbgf93GnxTVVsD3lZCljh5iz3Mcq-R3EzaQSCnKRYowazREJL1wc8OOoazmWtUyKwui7kopK01VCPmfEZmaacbnodls3VmUjrhTKRcSqThnYzmzUym05anz0ZfVN2Ql48wcU/s1600-h/ANAMORFOSIS1-B.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990016948383170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="230" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDHuJRxkBTbgf93GnxTVVsD3lZCljh5iz3Mcq-R3EzaQSCnKRYowazREJL1wc8OOoazmWtUyKwui7kopK01VCPmfEZmaacbnodls3VmUjrhTKRcSqThnYzmzUym05anz0ZfVN2Ql48wcU/s320/ANAMORFOSIS1-B.JPG" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />NOV.-DIC. 2005 - Muestra “ANAMORFOSIS I” EN LA SALA Punto de Fuga junto a docentes y alumnos de la U.N.C. y egresados de la Escuela Figueroa Alcorta.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5SbXzAJuahj2Dl4CRuGQWRUrU1rofZ4-YS4eOX6DHLzFvngtY2RpEL1HRafznxTycZyXYi7uC-geK3EeRI7Sx1GMBHl7QHHVnHIyhiB_F_xyxtbYee3SAGqcymF24xwSg9Ehi4fUFvc/s1600-h/ANAMORFOSIS2-A.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241993965392006674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5SbXzAJuahj2Dl4CRuGQWRUrU1rofZ4-YS4eOX6DHLzFvngtY2RpEL1HRafznxTycZyXYi7uC-geK3EeRI7Sx1GMBHl7QHHVnHIyhiB_F_xyxtbYee3SAGqcymF24xwSg9Ehi4fUFvc/s320/ANAMORFOSIS2-A.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib1xdIXMwsiotCu0dJJOxP88c3YCC5jR5GD2neA8j4v6bwQJZnE65oI_TwkSUbQLQsf4gxchmIxSId_JZCVSI1hWVQ_V6PO3o0jGKqIBySIU3an0QblOuqA38xn8NQVD70vOvUX2Jazvk/s1600-h/ANAMORFOSIS2-B.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241994114088843282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib1xdIXMwsiotCu0dJJOxP88c3YCC5jR5GD2neA8j4v6bwQJZnE65oI_TwkSUbQLQsf4gxchmIxSId_JZCVSI1hWVQ_V6PO3o0jGKqIBySIU3an0QblOuqA38xn8NQVD70vOvUX2Jazvk/s320/ANAMORFOSIS2-B.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />NOV.-DIC. 2006- Muestra “ESPACIOS ILUSIORIOS” en el Núcleo Cultural de la U.N.C. junto a docentes de la Universidad Nacional de Córdoba.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggddffv0uNDD-MhVYNlzvkFWb2c8hBKAbF6zViGZZVAQkGlHE73Bj6sOPU-78q3OUMaRxm0nF5VeT4vf6-WbO746JMGxOTGz6aOUETH9vjB0jrzyLd4QFW9ky4Uxde23lKDm-cCqU01o/s1600-h/HPIM1437.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242002241303459794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="184" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggddffv0uNDD-MhVYNlzvkFWb2c8hBKAbF6zViGZZVAQkGlHE73Bj6sOPU-78q3OUMaRxm0nF5VeT4vf6-WbO746JMGxOTGz6aOUETH9vjB0jrzyLd4QFW9ky4Uxde23lKDm-cCqU01o/s320/HPIM1437.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53EzwCvw0tTv6jiY3K-L7q-xP3UO7o1VRh9SaPzpkhkpVgSXF8OW7Pg26-Rwcy6ZBvyzp1oc3T8nAP2tH0rpW4rBrHJfufaAySfedj2UMNaSppy_6SmKt3HelUTqBBlDMX7WFS_qnemA/s1600-h/HPIM1434.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242002900262628802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53EzwCvw0tTv6jiY3K-L7q-xP3UO7o1VRh9SaPzpkhkpVgSXF8OW7Pg26-Rwcy6ZBvyzp1oc3T8nAP2tH0rpW4rBrHJfufaAySfedj2UMNaSppy_6SmKt3HelUTqBBlDMX7WFS_qnemA/s320/HPIM1434.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />NOV. 2007- Muestra “Mundos Duplicados” en la galería de arte del Pabellón argentina de la U.N.C. Presenta su obra “especiero.”<br /><br />OBRA POÉTICA QUE ACOMPAÑÓ LAS MUESTRAS PRECEDENTES:<br />(ANAMORFOSIS)<br />No te me anochezcas pronto<br />engarza tus días sucesivos<br />y prosigue tu camino<br />sin tropiezos<br />cuatro pasos después<br />de la barranca.<br /><br />(ESPACIOS ILUSORIOS y MUNDOS DUPLICADOS - de la obra cien haikus de moronganga)<br /><br />Odio imaginar<br />mi último zapato<br />en la basura.<br /><br />Bajo la sombra<br />mojada de tu beso<br />soy más que un hombre.Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-64064663320043167862008-08-18T12:40:00.000-07:002008-09-03T19:33:49.217-07:00video<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='219' height='167' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dya3ePO3r1iDtDz5XFPeffmh5ZgxSuHuGsEfa7po4qRROLFzt2auCHZV2UNM-49UwlQvih-LmkiKxkbd29LRw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-17117195581774251342008-08-03T18:31:00.000-07:002008-09-03T18:34:14.475-07:00POESÍAS423<br /><br />MAMBORETÁ<br />(significa profeta)<br /><br />El zumbido de pastos secos<br />cesó su dulce destilar de sombras<br />y entre las abejas esclavas<br />apareció una reina<br />manthis religiosa<br />que llegaba feliz<br />al centro de un millón de aguijones<br />puntual a su suicidio.<br /><br />445<br /><br />Sacude corazón<br />tu miedo a plumas,<br />vuleve a tu paradoja<br />de piel suelta en el aire.<br />Mi genio de botella mientras tanto<br />seguirá hurgando los soglos,<br />buscando ese segundo<br />que flota en la memoria.<br />Sangre,<br />sé alud,<br />sé mi estrategia de siempre,<br />sé escalera de espejos azulinos<br />reflejando mis soles verticales..<br /><br />...Que las lunas dormidas en mis brazos<br />incendiarán todos los fríos<br />una tarde.<br /><br /><br />450<br /><br />Mueren grullas de luna<br />frente a un setiembre<br />llenos de girasoles.<br />Llegan al final como las orcas,<br />como islas -que acabadas de nacer-<br />provocadas por corales fecundos y prolíferos,<br />reciben el designio<br />supremo indescifrable.<br />Mueren grullas de fuego<br />detrás de un julio<br />helado y nostalgioso.<br /><br />(Cuenta la leyenda que grullas -y hadas-<br />mueren oportunamente -y de nuevo-<br />a medida que acontece en sus moradas<br />el milagro renuente de otros huevos.)Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-54043562759828453222008-07-21T07:03:00.000-07:002008-08-10T13:58:39.281-07:00VIDEO-RITUAL<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyS_Y84jO4KvgNSfCutCuVMDQUPt6PSq8id3kfCAv5d-HEi3u706AWuafCHNbBYti76MH619xv16hNqZRjNGA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-956238559564345572008-07-17T19:39:00.000-07:002008-09-03T20:18:37.044-07:00SERIE DIBUJOS/TEXTOS<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT780B6v_PTSgofwkm2TcaAmLDS0KcLg2uprmJD4dJgoyPvMtWKlNZSlOcixCnT_N9cehwpaqRE4mdaW0-q3KyGpWkN6Hpnke-gb4WeKNh_J-qrp2d09gNFZfFCCn14BRYv0Xb3fgSB1s/s1600-h/034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224179931833890786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT780B6v_PTSgofwkm2TcaAmLDS0KcLg2uprmJD4dJgoyPvMtWKlNZSlOcixCnT_N9cehwpaqRE4mdaW0-q3KyGpWkN6Hpnke-gb4WeKNh_J-qrp2d09gNFZfFCCn14BRYv0Xb3fgSB1s/s320/034.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxJSmDkgptguzT6cHhFR4YlvqSroR_LrdD-9tpeATDynnArbfPoXy4u8A4EoDQ0Ty3r3hyphenhyphen2-prfilpDsbifBjUd22L9KGM1wbu1AR__C1fIj-4kDwg29qKmadzzsU40SjTa4ofCBKMUI/s1600-h/094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224180084585101042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxJSmDkgptguzT6cHhFR4YlvqSroR_LrdD-9tpeATDynnArbfPoXy4u8A4EoDQ0Ty3r3hyphenhyphen2-prfilpDsbifBjUd22L9KGM1wbu1AR__C1fIj-4kDwg29qKmadzzsU40SjTa4ofCBKMUI/s320/094.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOEY-J9darsn8sVhE5bZw9XyAQIZ-4rOqYMkG-8ER0xD2tAy85Sp7ZuAtKOlq7mNVef9okSbePQTjiofOwHT2lqxvch-BOPIrbvpfM0Q2LKyWoVE_MkzqRtELOglj1xQTCZkNjHgcdME/s1600-h/escrito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224180809177000306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOEY-J9darsn8sVhE5bZw9XyAQIZ-4rOqYMkG-8ER0xD2tAy85Sp7ZuAtKOlq7mNVef9okSbePQTjiofOwHT2lqxvch-BOPIrbvpfM0Q2LKyWoVE_MkzqRtELOglj1xQTCZkNjHgcdME/s320/escrito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Erase</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que se era</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">un martes lleno de miedos desprolijos</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">entrelazados,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">atragantados como ancla</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">en la redonda nuez de una ballena.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Rema que rema cascada arriba -el hombre-</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">noche arriba rema que rema.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Azul diluvio, oscuro norte.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Erase que se era una ocre mañana</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">apuñalada de trajines el día después,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">fuera de él</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ya ausente.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Erase que se era</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">un olvido devorador de hombre </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que no llegan más allá</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">de esos obtusos martes</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">llenos de miedos.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxiaP1FKDwyenZPXxZLDljzx27mKD8gzbp61Ff7ETI0BegQcq6kjZfDWexsS2_Bi1LiVaSUJE3Yg-UV0tMko6f53nHzBy8-VNtan3hjDEVrHNZDZZTbkWXraIhtuDrg60JWvbBjFgiBY/s1600-h/HPIM0195.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224183543200451186" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="283" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxiaP1FKDwyenZPXxZLDljzx27mKD8gzbp61Ff7ETI0BegQcq6kjZfDWexsS2_Bi1LiVaSUJE3Yg-UV0tMko6f53nHzBy8-VNtan3hjDEVrHNZDZZTbkWXraIhtuDrg60JWvbBjFgiBY/s320/HPIM0195.JPG" width="290" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Imaginate un sur besando a un norte,</strong><br /><strong>desnudos por completo y despojados</strong><br /><strong>de todos sus políticos harapos,</strong><br /><strong>con el permiso cómplice y celestino</strong><br /><strong>de un lujurioso oriente</strong><br /><strong>corriendo tras los senos de occidente</strong><br /><strong>que rie a carcajadas,</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFc3bwXoYnzkndV-Mx20Vw5LGm4MgXNrhbJIshLiKIgYGKImE2uWh1KKuxnNW6f6ZDPgMOU0ElA_CYt192cMdNEaGgZlzSb1rY6I9UMEfb_aL7ASglGbkYfuSMfs8VrHocpeP4H25vzIw/s1600-h/gera11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224185868303141538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFc3bwXoYnzkndV-Mx20Vw5LGm4MgXNrhbJIshLiKIgYGKImE2uWh1KKuxnNW6f6ZDPgMOU0ElA_CYt192cMdNEaGgZlzSb1rY6I9UMEfb_aL7ASglGbkYfuSMfs8VrHocpeP4H25vzIw/s320/gera11.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">El viento, sin su jaula</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">podría dedicarse todo el tiempo</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a los cabellos,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a los pies desnudos,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a reir mientras siembra.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Imaginate las manos volando sorprendidas</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sin otra dirección</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que el torbellino rojo de la danza,</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">inaugurando cada vez</span></strong></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>el ritual imprescindible de tocar. </strong></span></p>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-12276439485467072792008-07-10T11:52:00.000-07:002008-09-03T20:19:44.496-07:00SERIE MÁQUINAS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJNpFuowujKFIUE7eiABQ8Bq0iesepAWtGpxV6uENGswQ24kaX-HvkrbvJpi7jzb3K2qoqgbRlofr1IDHku5A081bUR_qJK2tocFCRmZlqE5-1J5CiSDE_Jv5MPPXIEwFXDiAwOagSY0/s1600-h/gera9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223633394316812498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJNpFuowujKFIUE7eiABQ8Bq0iesepAWtGpxV6uENGswQ24kaX-HvkrbvJpi7jzb3K2qoqgbRlofr1IDHku5A081bUR_qJK2tocFCRmZlqE5-1J5CiSDE_Jv5MPPXIEwFXDiAwOagSY0/s320/gera9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4Rz9wxblMw54GLsa5598_XYUrqSKObqBuzUpgUxmt0rRmeY9kvn60Likf27_yLEtgxxGLD9dxHlCMxlVGGIQepvP5WEGoWPkNvVgN8UcBRT0D0ZMREW4j5DzbSwSsx3abzRmo-F0iUE/s1600-h/BImagen029.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzzJFBbcTlaHeXUs44Gk82XEtjb98hTrGdv3dq61JgooQGCzAxCtY_Tupn9OPY9saygFZ9Hdg4nZshYw0_0LgND5wXQhzik04WeLmrV2HjS_fnxzuarlGA73YrUnTTjdU5F340IiGaao/s1600-h/blogobras+010.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwJDvIbEorwDi5a-PmM6Be7geNCCSMtSdGUczWXZyOV39Vsv_HEMC5p1KlnAgGUUBSzMWbvlSEIhmH0qTmM1tFNKf7gUhvc-Y10bTulXwlU0JB1-pBuxxBRfSAbNpZI8zOCoKIyZezAg/s1600-h/gera13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223631850672365154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwJDvIbEorwDi5a-PmM6Be7geNCCSMtSdGUczWXZyOV39Vsv_HEMC5p1KlnAgGUUBSzMWbvlSEIhmH0qTmM1tFNKf7gUhvc-Y10bTulXwlU0JB1-pBuxxBRfSAbNpZI8zOCoKIyZezAg/s320/gera13.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiouXAAtXfrlpIhgwV4nW_HkV_Rs_8w3_lTUTeO4kHUnkp-mQirfvEn2QavEhjLjRVbgtdpjN-mPWoCjM2DajzrE8u1ISqfcZQPZtSZRRZy7OZcxwaZxot6DAG7aEp8aD-1O2iCFIQ6-Q4/s1600-h/gera5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223633615582240770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiouXAAtXfrlpIhgwV4nW_HkV_Rs_8w3_lTUTeO4kHUnkp-mQirfvEn2QavEhjLjRVbgtdpjN-mPWoCjM2DajzrE8u1ISqfcZQPZtSZRRZy7OZcxwaZxot6DAG7aEp8aD-1O2iCFIQ6-Q4/s320/gera5.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGq3v-tew5OuRELotR_qB3DZjX8PP4sV4zBERrP7tPskOk76Z9-qgPTuI7-JRjjjnSBu7gnMgXjzLNcQn6oatRNiFNloPm2RSF19TaVamF9lApJoQtD65WOEVbvdIpbZDm9zXrJP2y2I/s1600-h/gera8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223632098136064002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGq3v-tew5OuRELotR_qB3DZjX8PP4sV4zBERrP7tPskOk76Z9-qgPTuI7-JRjjjnSBu7gnMgXjzLNcQn6oatRNiFNloPm2RSF19TaVamF9lApJoQtD65WOEVbvdIpbZDm9zXrJP2y2I/s320/gera8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">juego a que los monstruos no existen...</span></strong></p><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fabrico máquinas para hacer cosas malas y buenas </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">como si tales cosas fueran lo que eran: </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">construir y destruir universos de barro, </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">remontar barriletes hacia un cielo sin red, </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sopesar los miedos virtuales de las pesadillas </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que terminan al despertar, máquinas para </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sembrar vientos como se propician las lluvias y la salud, </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">máquinas para buscar cosas en el aire...o máquinas que </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">no sirven para nada, mis preferidas!.</span></strong></div>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-34887644254162261222008-07-10T11:30:00.000-07:002008-09-03T20:20:54.368-07:00PINTURAS<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsi-BFjwFXp0aqMRminNujE0lvvaCzaOuJbO8uT4Ni6FrYkjIiS4eoL-ehCD0bSeE1Zbhu0VZmzee22m1ri2J4YlRD2n0l22A6OPG4VTvyiO_sw-YUSuKR1FCriI204fldQEB5usP4d0E/s1600-h/para+blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221456224670109666" style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsi-BFjwFXp0aqMRminNujE0lvvaCzaOuJbO8uT4Ni6FrYkjIiS4eoL-ehCD0bSeE1Zbhu0VZmzee22m1ri2J4YlRD2n0l22A6OPG4VTvyiO_sw-YUSuKR1FCriI204fldQEB5usP4d0E/s320/para+blog.jpg" width="134" border="0" /></a> <a 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiDCz0M93hfjMLJlmJ0Wf4bKTdOs4sixd0unI23rCUYAjVCSi05eRqMynJXMO79iGiJ2VfZVIiYPWnyWGwvan6IYJ3zqmzgHgQBj-aQ1GZw8fSjjVORMBvVp1J9EZCv4O8dBgdaZo9iE/s320/maquina+306.jpg" width="209" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Secos cántaros de barro hueco</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">-las palabras-</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">van llenándose ansiosas.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Una gota del quinto elemento</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">se desbarranca milagrosa</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">y cae hasta el abismo</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> sediento</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> de mi sangre vacía.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Amanece un poema rojo y amarillo.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">La luna</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">pertrechada tras una multitud </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">de pasiones</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> espía y se masturba<br /></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> creciente y solitaria. </span></strong></div>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120568812640920846.post-40663063845265172562008-07-10T10:43:00.000-07:002008-08-01T19:44:30.620-07:00SERIE ARMAS Y AMULETOS<div align="center"><a 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<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">CAZADORES DE LUNAS</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Untan sus flechas y sus cerbatanas</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">con el veneno rojo que les va en las venas.</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Descomunales arcos y sus cuerpos</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">agazapados detrás de los escudos atentos</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">construidos en medio del ritual de siempre.</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Desde sus armaduras grises</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">ven la luz que emana de su presa</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">mientras escapa</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">hacia la próxima noche de destierro.</span>
<br />
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ella no aúlla, no babea,</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">no persigue su alimento</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">sembrando huellas con olor a presa,</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">ni marca su terreno -demasiado extenso-.</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">No obstante seguirán con su plan desmesurado</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">gladiadores de acero</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>que al alba</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">de regreso</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">van y sueñan con ella</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">ensartada en sus lanzas</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">sangrando la blancura plateada</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">por su boca creciente.</span>
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Imaginan su grito:</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>el último y único</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">alarido de piedra</span>.
<br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">G.C.</span></strong>
<br /></div>
<br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHO3hLuBa5jyplePFjCqrDj45pfzZni-asA6mJMBswP_7gaMzpxlHuCXJEudr3UenpzpYnj3NKHQ8Js2WTuNTEEQkzT-9QY6gIu8XzaS9hnoaE5xyPfdVeWVGfsO_tGfrCmLy4Nv-7IAU/s1600-h/HPIM0081.JPG"></a></p></strong>Gerardo Costamagnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967321966123998556noreply@blogger.com0