tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212752142011-06-08T09:55:34.371+03:00Inversión do reflexo retiniano. Pensa co estómago.A Catuxahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00082043567291023197noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21275214.post-1137869208616599962006-01-21T20:43:00.000+02:002006-01-22T12:40:08.940+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/ba??o.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/ba%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://cv.uoc.es/~991_04_005_01_web/fitxer/perc131.html">DUANE HANSON </a><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul><li><div align="justify">o baño aquel dáballe noxo. todo uso e gastado. fedendo a pis e caquita da plebe. ou algunha parella un pouco promíscua que tiña deixado o condón usado. porcos, carallo, máis ca porcos. e que ganas de mexar!!! e cando xa lle dá un orgasmo por quedar liberada dos seus excrementos resulta que xa non papel...<br /><br />coitadiña!</div></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21275214-113786920861659996?l=manualintruccions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aultre Narainoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21275214.post-1137868993590432692006-01-21T20:40:00.000+02:002006-01-22T13:59:56.686+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/ESCOGEME.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/ESCOGEME.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Escogeme"<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/MARCAME.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/MARCAME.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Marcame"</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/BESAME.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/BESAME.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Olvidame"</p><p><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/AMAME.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/AMAME.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Amame" </p> <a href="http://www.r-gonzalezfernandez.com/Inicio-RGF_Espanol_TOTAL.htm">ROBERTO GONZÁLEZ FERNANDÉZ</a><br /><br />non pode resistirse. mira como mira. sabórea o meu sorriso dende a súa cova. sempre baixo protección e sen correr riscos. palabras que sobran. se mo pedise nadaría o Pacífico cunha man atada ás costas e cun quilo de carne atado nos pés. a ver poden comerme as quenllas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21275214-113786899359043269?l=manualintruccions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aultre Narainoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21275214.post-1137868831916742662006-01-21T20:37:00.000+02:002006-01-22T13:39:16.220+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/gunter%20bruss.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/gunter%20bruss.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Selbstbemalung I", Action 1964<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/95469.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/95469.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Transfusion", 1967</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/eb_001_001_026.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/eb_001_001_026.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.teleskop.es/hemeroteca/numero6/arte/art01.htm">GÜNTER BRUS</a></p><p> "Werkumkreisung"</p><p><br />subo ao escenario. fumo. bebo. coloco a guitarra. empeza o espectáculo. canto. non hai nada máis no mundo. son un deus moderno. todos me queren. miran cara min, pendentes de calquera cousa que digo.<br /><br />e agora a rezar para min!!! </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21275214-113786883191674266?l=manualintruccions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aultre Narainoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21275214.post-1137868644348283372006-01-21T20:35:00.000+02:002006-01-22T13:20:27.303+02:00<a href="http://cynthia.tonnerre.free.fr/tpe/image-realite.html"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/abramovic.jpg" border="0" /> MARINA ABRAMOVIC </a>y ULAY<br />Light/Dark,1997<br /><a href="http://sepiensa.org.mx/contenidos/l_arteaccion/arteaccion1.htm">Performance</a>;duración : 20minutos<br />Colonia. Feria de arte internacional<br /><br />" Nos arrodillamos uno frente al otro.Nuestros<br />rostros están iluminados por dos focos muy<br />potentes. Nos abofeteamos mutuamente hasta<br />el momento en que uno de nosotros se detiene"<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/boa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/boa.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.enfocarte.com/1.12/performance.html">MARIANA ABRAMOVIC</a> y ULAY<br />Rest Energy<br /><br /><br />colleu a cadeira e rompeuna contra a parede.<br /><em>VOUTE MATAR</em><br /><br />fitouna serio. <em>tanto te quixen que agora só podo odiarte</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21275214-113786864434828337?l=manualintruccions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aultre Narainoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21275214.post-1137868525881650642006-01-21T20:32:00.000+02:002006-01-22T14:12:05.290+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/1600/bas%20jan%20Ader%203.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2713/1805/400/bas%20jan%20Ader%203.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.imageandart.com/tutoriales/historia_arte/conceptual.html">BAS JAN ADER</a><br /> "I am too sad to tell you"<br /><br />unha bomba máis desmantelada. agora xa lle collera cariño. era tan boa comigo!!!!! contábame contos pola noite e sempre se escapa para durmir comigo. cos seus pés pegados aos meus. calor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21275214-113786852588165064?l=manualintruccions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aultre Narainoreply@blogger.com1