<?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-15396687</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:12:42.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tristeza</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09521243832911969971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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-15396687.post-113187332874994195</id><published>2005-11-13T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T04:15:28.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3834/1409/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3834/1409/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396687-113187332874994195?l=cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/feeds/113187332874994195/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396687&amp;postID=113187332874994195' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396687/posts/default/113187332874994195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396687/posts/default/113187332874994195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09521243832911969971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396687.post-113187181501938098</id><published>2005-11-13T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T03:50:27.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mutilación</title><content type='html'>Quisiera tener el valor de ir anulándome como mujer&lt;br /&gt;Tomar un cuchillo de plata e ir acabando con mis pechos&lt;br /&gt;Uno a uno ir anulando esos volúmenes innecesarios como madre y mujer&lt;br /&gt;Acabar con mi cintura&lt;br /&gt;Acabar con mis muslos carnosos y sedientos&lt;br /&gt;Mi esencia jugosa y fogosa innecesariamente donada al amor&lt;br /&gt;Tomar mi piel e ir separándola de los sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;Tal como lo hace la oruga de su capullo&lt;br /&gt;No ser&lt;br /&gt;Vivir y dar&lt;br /&gt;No sentir necesidad&lt;br /&gt;Amar&lt;br /&gt;Solo amar&lt;br /&gt;Negarme al instinto carnoso , rojo, sediento y fogoso&lt;br /&gt;El cuerpo me sobra&lt;br /&gt;No quiero mis pechos&lt;br /&gt;No quiero mis piernas no quiero mi cintura&lt;br /&gt;No quiero mi sexo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396687-113187181501938098?l=cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/feeds/113187181501938098/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396687&amp;postID=113187181501938098' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396687/posts/default/113187181501938098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396687/posts/default/113187181501938098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/2005/11/mutilacin.html' title='mutilación'/><author><name>tristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09521243832911969971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396687.post-112865700138506899</id><published>2005-10-06T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T21:50:01.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>del otro lado</title><content type='html'>nunca crei ver lo que ocurrio,&lt;br /&gt;todo fue demasiado rapido.&lt;br /&gt;una , dos , tres , otra.&lt;br /&gt; cuatro , cinco , seis...........................antes, ahora,despues.&lt;br /&gt;de pronto todo se oscurecio&lt;br /&gt;el corazon comenzo a arrancar por un camido que no era suyo,&lt;br /&gt;la cabeza estaba en otro lugar, o mejor dicho ya no estaba,&lt;br /&gt;los sueños ya se habian dsplazado a algun lugar desconocido,&lt;br /&gt;todo agonizaba, el entorno se fue tornando tan frio, tan blanco , encandilado, ciego.&lt;br /&gt;los latidos eran rapidos y furiosos , pero muertos,&lt;br /&gt; las verdades eran falsas, las palabras mudas y vacias,&lt;br /&gt;las lagrimas secas.............................&lt;br /&gt;como paso?&lt;br /&gt;como llego a eso?&lt;br /&gt;como saldra de ahi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396687-112865700138506899?l=cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/feeds/112865700138506899/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396687&amp;postID=112865700138506899' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396687/posts/default/112865700138506899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396687/posts/default/112865700138506899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/2005/10/del-otro-lado.html' title='del otro lado'/><author><name>tristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09521243832911969971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396687.post-112395941114665538</id><published>2005-08-13T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T12:56:51.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>complice</title><content type='html'>..........hoy vi descubrí el rastro de la pasión bajo una escena........&lt;br /&gt;caminaba sola y perdida&lt;br /&gt;por una pequeña calle de paredes antiguas y grises&lt;br /&gt;me sorprendi con una pareja bailando tango&lt;br /&gt;quedé fija mirando las huellas pastosas que dejaban cada vez que sus pies y piernas entrelazadas&lt;br /&gt;rozaban el suelo mientras caían pequeñas gotas de agua,&lt;br /&gt;no fueron mas de dos minutos y de pronto se acabo la musica los bailarines desaparecieron&lt;br /&gt;no hubo dinero de por medio ni aplausos,&lt;br /&gt;solo las huellas barrosas y curvas en el suelo de piedra evidenciando&lt;br /&gt;que algo ocurrió...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396687-112395941114665538?l=cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/feeds/112395941114665538/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396687&amp;postID=112395941114665538' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396687/posts/default/112395941114665538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396687/posts/default/112395941114665538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cercadelcorazonsalvaje.blogspot.com/2005/08/complice.html' title='complice'/><author><name>tristeza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09521243832911969971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
