tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736276185482065942011-04-21T12:30:40.168-07:00historias en menos de veinte palabras (un proyecto algo pelotudo)Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-9490776624524188252008-11-24T09:23:00.000-08:002008-11-24T09:24:15.871-08:00En el avión, sueña. Un avión cae.<br />Despierta y no despierta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-949077662452418825?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-68190787992833202912008-11-18T12:54:00.001-08:002008-11-18T12:54:35.550-08:00Sin darse cuenta, entró a la casa con el anillo en el bolsillo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6819078799283320291?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-68240524301847939122008-11-05T10:39:00.000-08:002008-11-05T10:40:00.999-08:00Alguien dispara una bala al cielo.<br />Y otro alguien fue a pararse justo allí.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6824052430184793912?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-34307203539628371182008-11-04T10:46:00.000-08:002008-11-04T10:47:28.334-08:00En un lugar, tres hombres piensan cómo vender una mayonesa.<br />En otro, tres hombres piensan cómo curar el cáncer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-3430720353962837118?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-63055740431754890582008-10-07T12:02:00.001-07:002008-10-07T12:02:45.921-07:00-Pan<br />-Queso<br />-Pan<br />-Queso<br />-Pan…<br /><br />Otra vez lo elegirán último.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6305574043175489058?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-35017350892825024872008-10-07T12:00:00.000-07:002008-10-07T12:02:08.580-07:00Truman siente que nunca cruzó esa puerta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-3501735089282502487?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-46957116325620659212008-09-23T09:37:00.000-07:002008-09-23T09:40:37.814-07:00Le hicieron escuchar noventa y seis veces seguidas Amo de Axel.<br />Después, confesó.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-4695711632562065921?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-66677939547727411912008-08-27T12:45:00.001-07:002008-08-27T12:45:45.820-07:00Cuando descubrió la contraseña de su casilla de mails descubrió mucho más que la contraseña de su casilla de mails.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6667793954772741191?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-54775148827209814042008-08-26T15:18:00.000-07:002008-08-26T15:19:14.183-07:00-¡Holaaaaa!<br /><br />-¿Perdón?<br /><br />-Soy Vane.<br /><br />-Mmmm.<br /><br />-Vane. Tu ex.<br /><br />-Disculpame.<br /><br />-¿No te acordás?<br /><br />-No. Lo lamento.<br /><br />-¿Me olvidaste?<br /><br />-Parece que sí.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-5477514882720981404?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-51878009752524802902008-08-20T07:13:00.001-07:002008-08-20T07:13:44.042-07:00En el testamento le dejó una pequeña cajita.<br />Ahí estaban todas las cartas que nunca se atrevió a mandarle.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-5187800975252480290?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-62435658096024969282008-08-19T15:32:00.000-07:002008-08-19T15:36:11.696-07:00-¿Me querés?<br />-No. Ya no.<br /><br />Los dos tenían la particularidad de hablar mientras dormían.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6243565809602496928?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-63737441966672295142008-08-14T12:20:00.000-07:002008-08-14T12:22:29.763-07:00Y esos fueron los ochenta días más tristes y solitarios de su vida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6373744196667229514?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-64683024307305338612008-08-11T08:46:00.000-07:002008-08-11T08:50:27.280-07:00Existe una ciudad donde la luna nunca sale y donde nadie se enamora.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6468302430730533861?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-33332159633954712152008-08-08T12:11:00.001-07:002008-08-08T12:11:52.573-07:00En silencio levantan la mesa. Queda un vaso por recoger.<br />Él, lo ve medio lleno. Ella, medio vacío.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-3333215963395471215?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-64953735195443524432008-08-06T05:25:00.001-07:002008-08-06T05:25:41.489-07:00Le entregó la carta. Ella lloró.<br />El falso cartero volvió a su casa. Se quitó el falso bigote. También lloró.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6495373519544352443?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-60527440019435973312008-08-05T06:54:00.000-07:002008-08-05T06:55:40.909-07:00Explotar burbujas de plástico.<br />Pronunciar “Torronchole”<br />Adivinar la hora.<br />Tocar algo áspero.<br /><br />Las pequeñas cosas lo hacían feliz.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6052744001943597331?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-46949039704257461232008-08-04T15:07:00.001-07:002008-08-04T15:07:45.462-07:00Los pájaros lo vieron triste. Se aferraron fuertemente, agitaron las alas y llevaron al espantapájaros a volar por los campos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-4694903970425746123?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-31335759559357209922008-08-03T19:46:00.001-07:002008-08-03T19:46:48.353-07:00Lentamente, estoy olvidando recuerdos guardados.<br />Lentamente, estoy olvidando recuerdos.<br />Lentamente, estoy olvidando.<br />Lentamente, estoy.<br />Lentamente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-3133575955935720992?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-7984744406148327192008-07-18T20:36:00.000-07:002008-07-18T20:37:13.484-07:00Hacía días que no descansaba. Sin querer se quedó dormido en el trabajo.<br />Lástima. Era camionero.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-798474440614832719?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-47717370318472496922008-05-12T10:51:00.001-07:002008-05-12T10:51:29.804-07:00Rojo, nueve, verde, ocho, azul, siete, rojo, seis, verde, cinco, azul, cuatro, rojo, tres, verde, dos.<br />Equivocadamente, cortó el rojo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-4771737031847249692?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-24391422692626800012008-05-09T14:05:00.000-07:002008-05-09T14:06:13.550-07:0025 años después, puso el nombre de su ex en Google y encontró la vida que hubiera podido vivir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-2439142269262680001?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-86008611879330116272008-05-07T08:01:00.000-07:002008-05-07T08:02:23.417-07:00-Te amo mucho.<br />-Yo también.<br /> <br />Uno de los dos, no importa cuál, está mintiendo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-8600861187933011627?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-48702132509546469352008-05-06T08:27:00.000-07:002008-05-06T08:29:58.294-07:00La piedra se consideraba una estúpida.<br />Era la segunda vez que se dejaba tropezar por aquel hombre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-4870213250954646935?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-60579694909407212472008-05-05T11:00:00.001-07:002008-05-05T11:00:55.090-07:00-No.<br /><br />Él no esperaba esa respuesta. El cura, menos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6057969490940721247?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-15440872512861369902008-05-05T10:59:00.000-07:002008-05-05T11:00:09.938-07:00-... en la tentación, líbranos del mal. Amén.-<br />Esperó a que termine de rezar. Luego, el león atacó.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-1544087251286136990?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-49503256114316078672008-05-02T10:42:00.000-07:002008-05-02T10:43:05.878-07:00Tacatam tacatam tacatam tacatam tacatam tacatam tacatam tacatam.<br />La última vez que la vio fue por la ventanilla del tren.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-4950325611431607867?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-22655575101621055512008-04-25T09:43:00.001-07:002008-04-25T09:43:45.583-07:00-Eran rarísimos. Tenían sólo dos ojos, dos manos y dos pies.<br /><br />Un habitante de Plutón describe al extraplutoniano que vio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-2265557510162105551?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-77930761484155563732008-04-24T15:02:00.000-07:002008-04-24T15:03:10.853-07:00La piñata está llena de sueños y los niños esperan ansiosos a que alguien venga y la pinche.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-7793076148415556373?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-55693211695476447282008-04-23T14:13:00.000-07:002008-04-23T14:14:10.360-07:00Claudia, siete horas chateando.<br />Pedro, cuatro en el Playstation.<br />Juan, cinco en internet.<br /><br />Los escritores, desde el cielo, observan defraudados.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-5569321169547644728?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-45929016494607354412008-04-22T10:24:00.001-07:002008-04-22T10:24:43.093-07:00Al ver el éxito que tuvo su hijo, irónicamente, la madre de Freud se enamoró un poquito de él.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-4592901649460735441?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-66024499464326898132008-04-21T06:39:00.001-07:002008-04-21T06:39:24.196-07:00Por alguna razón, él pesa 21 gramos menos y ella 21 gramos más.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6602449946432689813?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-48920003922704941682008-04-19T17:35:00.000-07:002008-04-19T17:36:05.849-07:00La estrella fugaz cuando vio al hombre pidió un deseo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-4892000392270494168?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-31897732696636214292008-04-19T17:34:00.000-07:002008-04-19T17:35:46.616-07:00Revive ciego. Lentamente, va quedándose vidente y empieza a escribir de atrás para adelante, la última palabra de “Los conjurados”.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-3189773269663621429?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-19985754957438149402008-04-18T10:47:00.001-07:002008-04-18T10:47:16.648-07:00Con la resma del árbol que están por talar publicarán miles de ejemplares del futuro best-seller “Salvemos a los árboles”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-1998575495743814940?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-68552340599725228272008-04-18T10:46:00.001-07:002008-04-18T10:46:53.283-07:00Alguien descubrirá la teoría de la no gravedad y por fin podremos volar en paz.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-6855234059972522827?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-22809646433222358332008-04-18T10:45:00.000-07:002008-04-18T10:46:28.352-07:00-¿Cómo andás?<br />-Bien<br /><br />-¿Cómo va?<br />-¡Bárbaro!<br /><br />-¿Cómo estás?<br />-Fantástico.<br /><br />Roberto tuvo el peor día de su vida.<br />Nadie lo supo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-2280964643322235833?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-16082041648675053162008-04-17T07:56:00.003-07:002008-04-17T07:56:50.443-07:00Soñaba que soñaba que soñaba que soñaba que despertaba del sueño que soñaba que soñaba que soñaba que soñaba.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-1608204164867505316?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-57043177458381663582008-04-17T07:56:00.001-07:002008-04-17T07:56:31.892-07:00En el año 7659 el solitario científico se arrepiente de haber descubierto la inmortalidad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-5704317745838166358?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-29483117413996943092008-04-17T07:55:00.000-07:002008-04-17T07:56:13.628-07:00Eva lo engañó con la serpiente.<br />Y aquí estamos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-2948311741399694309?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-2849753355112951562008-04-16T15:42:00.003-07:002008-04-16T15:42:52.033-07:00-Uno, cero, cero, cero, uno, cero, tressss, ochooo, nueveeee, catorceeeeeee, siete mil quinietossssssss…<br /><br />Un robot acaba de enamorarse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-284975335511295156?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-80564417431025774652008-04-16T15:42:00.001-07:002008-04-16T15:42:28.688-07:00Después de años y años y años de buscarla, encontró la llave.<br />Ahora, solamente le falta encontrar la puerta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-8056441743102577465?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-6696288502045933632008-04-16T15:40:00.000-07:002008-04-16T15:41:54.617-07:00-Cruuuuuuunchhhhhhsssssssssssspojjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjssssssssstttttttttttttttttttttt<br /><br />Ese fue el ruido que hizo su corazón al romperse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-669628850204593363?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673627618548206594.post-32116734890971702772008-04-16T10:34:00.001-07:002008-04-16T10:34:51.753-07:00Mirá- dice una nube a otra- esos humanos, ahí reunidos, tienen forma de conejo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/673627618548206594-3211673489097170277?l=historiasluciernagas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Custohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02153886411439084687noreply@blogger.com1