<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231132955099553459</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:51:11.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuerpo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231132955099553459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>citizen_frida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJ4xdd3Azrw/RutsDZXImoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LLFeIqtELKA/s200/j.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231132955099553459.post-1219123383422238742</id><published>2008-07-01T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:25:34.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teacordascuando</title><content type='html'>- Nunca entendí a los fanáticos de la astronomía. Me tomó tiempo saber diferenciarla de la astrología, cuando supe que eran distintas me pareció mejor la segunda. Cuando me explicaron sobre astrología, creo que no entendí. Yo sólo me pregunté sobre la utilidad y la capacidad enorme de provocar  sensaciones agobiantes, en las que uno se siente muy pequeño e inservible; y no encontraba el sentido, sólo un dolor de estómago e ideas delirantes. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¿No tenés miedo? ¿Cómo soportás todo sabiendo que un día te vas a morir? - preguntó mirando fijamente a los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- El único consuelo es escribir para calmar la angustia; y distraerla.- Sonríe levemente, una sonrisa dibuja su rostro que se va tornando cada vez más blando. Ríe. Inocentemente da pequeñas carcajadas. Acomoda su pelo, entabla un personaje: - Amo el teatro; porque amo la vida. Disfruto salir de mí; es una fuerza externa amí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231132955099553459-1219123383422238742?l=elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com/feeds/1219123383422238742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231132955099553459&amp;postID=1219123383422238742' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231132955099553459/posts/default/1219123383422238742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231132955099553459/posts/default/1219123383422238742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com/2008/07/teacordascuando.html' title='teacordascuando'/><author><name>citizen_frida</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJ4xdd3Azrw/RutsDZXImoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LLFeIqtELKA/s200/j.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231132955099553459.post-1148989652252477581</id><published>2007-09-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:26:38.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberté</title><content type='html'>- ¡La silenciosa llorona!. Allá! es la cabizbaja, la desválida sensible.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La miran. Se cruza de piernas, se suena los dedos, se agrregla el pelo, se rasca la nariz,&lt;br /&gt;mira al costado, se repone, vuelve a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;Así fue por días y días, hasta que la llorona no salió más de su cuarto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231132955099553459-1148989652252477581?l=elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com/feeds/1148989652252477581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231132955099553459&amp;postID=1148989652252477581' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231132955099553459/posts/default/1148989652252477581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sueño que oculto en mi comportamiento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231132955099553459-5184470852874179173?l=elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com/feeds/5184470852874179173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231132955099553459&amp;postID=5184470852874179173' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231132955099553459/posts/default/5184470852874179173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231132955099553459/posts/default/5184470852874179173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;voz, no encuentro!mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;voz, no encuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;no encuentro, mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;voz no encuentro mi voz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;no encuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;encuentro-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mi voz y yo sólosomos un cuadro colgado que grita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- dice maria antonieta, alter ego de la libidinidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Acto seguido algún ser relata un melodrama para vengarse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hubo una vez una familia que te reprochó haber perdido la inocencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;en una caja que no recordás haber dejado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;y vos me dijiste que eras una víctima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;con bordes rectos atascada en un laberinto de constelaciones mentales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yo siento que no te dejás ir a buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que te escondés en un ápice ególatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;y tu existencia se propaga en:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tan profunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tan aburrida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tan callada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tan invierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;y pensar que antes eras una dama suave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;blanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;toda una antigua "damme"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;una joya azul perifrástica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;actualmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;negás tus ataques de pánico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;te estirás los vestidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;y te comés los collares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mientras las convulsiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;te incolorany otros síntomas te van borrando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231132955099553459-3790553708219440028?l=elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elhabitodedesenredar.blogspot.com/feeds/3790553708219440028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231132955099553459&amp;postID=3790553708219440028' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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