<?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-2352543794834876931</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:50:49.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras de papel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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los dioses ha estallado.&lt;br /&gt;El hijo que nació de un falso amor&lt;br /&gt;ha de ser sacrificado.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que desgarrar a la inocencia. &lt;br /&gt;Cuando se inunde&lt;br /&gt;el corazón de lo que alguna vez fué&lt;br /&gt;verás al pez&lt;br /&gt;que respira bajo al agua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-4167091410528051981?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4167091410528051981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=4167091410528051981' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/4167091410528051981'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;A veces arranco mi piel&lt;br /&gt;y me pongo a mendigar&lt;br /&gt;para sentir que me estan mirando&lt;br /&gt;y que les doy pena.&lt;br /&gt;Pero la pena invisible&lt;br /&gt;es un saco escondido en el doble fondo de mis entrañas&lt;br /&gt;donde llevo guardado mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;convertido en piedra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-8010026497602663266?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8010026497602663266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=8010026497602663266' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/8010026497602663266'/><link 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title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-4174951171571236331</id><published>2011-06-01T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:45:38.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La HERIDA</title><content type='html'>De nada vale que trates de escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Acéptalo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora es el momento  de que reconozcas&lt;br /&gt;la herida que hace tiempo&lt;br /&gt;intentas esconder.&lt;br /&gt;Esta herida es para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a vivir con ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantos frascos más vas a llenar de agua&lt;br /&gt;la fuente de tus lágrimas nunca cesa.&lt;br /&gt;Date cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que tu herida es demasiado profunda ya&lt;br /&gt;y no puedes seguir tapándote los ojos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-4174951171571236331?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4174951171571236331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=4174951171571236331' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/4174951171571236331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/4174951171571236331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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CUNA'/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-4510082986895492032</id><published>2010-07-09T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:43:41.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baja del cielo&lt;br /&gt;nada va impedir que crezcas y que sufras&lt;br /&gt;sal de la nube&lt;br /&gt;abandona la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;y siente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-4510082986895492032?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-6685001594809996176</id><published>2010-07-09T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:42:52.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tu ojito se apoya en el catalejo&lt;br /&gt;por el agujero ves el barco que navega&lt;br /&gt;va navegando surca los mares&lt;br /&gt;se cree muy valiente y va llorando&lt;br /&gt;contiene las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;no quiere darse cuenta y ya lo sabe&lt;br /&gt;sabe que te sabe&lt;br /&gt;todo se aprende &lt;br /&gt;hasta lo que no te enseñan y no quieres aprender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-6685001594809996176?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-869580426352235225</id><published>2009-12-24T04:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T04:13:43.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahora se porque te busco,&lt;br /&gt;porque tu también juegas a morirte de repente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-869580426352235225?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/869580426352235225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=869580426352235225' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/869580426352235225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/869580426352235225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahora-se-porque-te-busco-porque-tu_24.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-5891086063705684538</id><published>2009-12-24T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T04:00:36.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entró por tus orejas&lt;br /&gt;algo indescifrable&lt;br /&gt;y yo me deshice&lt;br /&gt;cautivada&lt;br /&gt;en el aura&lt;br /&gt;de los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;La vida y la muerte&lt;br /&gt;se lavaban los pies&lt;br /&gt;en casa de la madre de un colega&lt;br /&gt;y yo desvanecía &lt;br /&gt;entre sudores&lt;br /&gt;y lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;me agarré al tren&lt;br /&gt;como una niña&lt;br /&gt;se agarra a su padre&lt;br /&gt;y deja de tener miedo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-5891086063705684538?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5891086063705684538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=5891086063705684538' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/5891086063705684538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/5891086063705684538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/entro-por-tus-orejas-algo-indescifrable.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-6525277515061140905</id><published>2009-12-24T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:58:53.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quería ser una roca&lt;br /&gt;y iba perdiendo cachos &lt;br /&gt;de ser humano&lt;br /&gt;para que tu pudieras verme &lt;br /&gt;indestructible.&lt;br /&gt;A ti te veia como un cuenco&lt;br /&gt;que escondía &lt;br /&gt;un conejo mágico&lt;br /&gt;entre tanto &lt;br /&gt;se oxidaba el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y pedíamos dinero &lt;br /&gt;en las puertas del consumo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-6525277515061140905?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6525277515061140905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=6525277515061140905' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;y no soy yo&lt;br /&gt;es la niña que no entiende que te vayas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-1438452181044686124?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1438452181044686124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=1438452181044686124' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/1438452181044686124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/1438452181044686124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-arano-la-cara-cada-vez-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-1472932867856060326</id><published>2009-11-29T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:31:24.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Los niños juegan a lanzarse vísceras&lt;br /&gt;ya no quieren ser seres insensibles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-1472932867856060326?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-977507447708939648</id><published>2009-11-29T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:30:31.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deseo tanto&lt;br /&gt;remar hacia atrás&lt;br /&gt;volver al primer paso que di llorando&lt;br /&gt;y desllorar &lt;br /&gt;todo lo anidado en esta cuna que se vuelca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-977507447708939648?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/977507447708939648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=977507447708939648' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/977507447708939648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/977507447708939648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/11/deseo-tanto-remar-hacia-atras-volver-al.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-4833821962652865737</id><published>2009-11-29T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:24:56.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quitame la ropa&lt;br /&gt;ahora &lt;br /&gt;que aun no te conozco y te imaginas como soy&lt;br /&gt;no estas mirando &lt;br /&gt;el anzuelo que pincha y hace daño&lt;br /&gt;y ahora que aun no me tocas&lt;br /&gt;no conoces el mar&lt;br /&gt;y la sal que se vuelca siempre en la misma herida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-4833821962652865737?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-5132679988135948833</id><published>2009-11-10T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:24:33.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la niña malcrecida&lt;br /&gt;se hizo una adulta deforme&lt;br /&gt;sembraba semillas en sus zapatos para no andar&lt;br /&gt;lloraba y lloraba y lloraba para no ver&lt;br /&gt;convirtió su mundo en un oceano &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; para una ballena de sangre y fuego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el cielo&lt;br /&gt;cae sobre la tierra&lt;br /&gt;las hormigas no saben si vuelan&lt;br /&gt;o estan nadando&lt;br /&gt;la ballena de sangre y fuego&lt;br /&gt;ha roto el equilibrio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-5132679988135948833?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5132679988135948833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=5132679988135948833' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/5132679988135948833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/5132679988135948833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-nina-malcrecida-se-hizo-una-adulta.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-5858956801876700624</id><published>2009-05-07T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:20:00.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cuando el niño de sal me toca el pelo&lt;br /&gt;me escuecen los ojos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-5858956801876700624?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-8388211344547952751</id><published>2009-04-10T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:11:52.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Metieron a la niña en una caja de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Para que no sufra&lt;br /&gt;Tanto lloraba&lt;br /&gt;Tanto lloraba&lt;br /&gt;Que la caja se llenó de agua&lt;br /&gt;Y la niña se ahogó&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-8388211344547952751?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8388211344547952751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=8388211344547952751' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/8388211344547952751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/8388211344547952751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/04/metieron-la-nina-en-una-caja-de-cristal.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-8401179511169218960</id><published>2009-04-10T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:58:58.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estamos condenados&lt;br /&gt; A soledad&lt;br /&gt; Cada vez mas solos&lt;br /&gt; Unidos por redes&lt;br /&gt; Macroredes&lt;br /&gt; Y megaredes.&lt;br /&gt; La vida se pierde en estructuras&lt;br /&gt; Y estructuras de estructuras&lt;br /&gt; Sin vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-8401179511169218960?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8401179511169218960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=8401179511169218960' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/8401179511169218960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/8401179511169218960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/04/estamos-condenados-soledad-cada-vez-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-8902519428672155421</id><published>2009-01-03T15:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:23:57.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creia que estaba lloviendo y estaba llorando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-8902519428672155421?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8902519428672155421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=8902519428672155421' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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cuantas paredes&lt;br /&gt;Muros que contienen&lt;br /&gt;Bombas&lt;br /&gt;La vida atada a los pies de mis zapatillas.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que me enseñaron?&lt;br /&gt;Me enseñaron a no ser yo&lt;br /&gt;Y me escondo...&lt;br /&gt;Estoy preparando mi venganza&lt;br /&gt;Me estoy ensañando conmigo misma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-7251810771752720642?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7251810771752720642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=7251810771752720642' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/7251810771752720642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/7251810771752720642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-mundo-se-reduce-unas-cuantas-paredes.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-5621497092823617958</id><published>2009-01-03T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:47:56.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Llueve en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Yo se pisar&lt;br /&gt;Me han pisado&lt;br /&gt;No se defenderme si no ataco&lt;br /&gt;Ves?&lt;br /&gt;Soy una niña&lt;br /&gt;Soy un arma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-5621497092823617958?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5621497092823617958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=5621497092823617958' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/5621497092823617958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/5621497092823617958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/01/llueve-en-mi-corazn-yo-se-pisar-me-han.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-4317102650081781031</id><published>2009-01-03T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:46:53.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amo el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Amo&lt;br /&gt;La ternura que se esconde dentro de la mascara&lt;br /&gt;Del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Amo la patita fragil que se rompe sin las botas de acero&lt;br /&gt;Las manos pequeñas que se defienden&lt;br /&gt;Y se disfrazan de puños.&lt;br /&gt;No me hagas mas daño&lt;br /&gt;Dejame ver tu patita fragil&lt;br /&gt;Y tus manos pequeñas&lt;br /&gt;No me enseñes mas la mascara&lt;br /&gt;Muestrame la herida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-4317102650081781031?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4317102650081781031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=4317102650081781031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/4317102650081781031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/4317102650081781031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2009/01/amo-el-dolor-amo-la-ternura-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-8664590411909270115</id><published>2009-01-03T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:45:43.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voy paseando&lt;br /&gt;Ando en tierra de cristales&lt;br /&gt;El hombre planta cuchillos&lt;br /&gt;Piso con los pies descalzos&lt;br /&gt;El cultivo de dolor&lt;br /&gt;Me hago daño pero no puedo decir que no&lt;br /&gt;Acepto los golpes&lt;br /&gt;Me hago moldeable &lt;br /&gt;Soy de barro por ahora&lt;br /&gt;Me dehago en lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Me invento las escusas&lt;br /&gt;Para entender porque estoy eligiendo esto&lt;br /&gt;Porque no puedo rechazar el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Porque estrujo mi corazón como una esponja &lt;br /&gt;Y me acurruco contra la pared &lt;br /&gt;Y me convierto en caracol&lt;br /&gt;Piso mi propia ingenuidad&lt;br /&gt;El hombre planta cuchillos&lt;br /&gt;Inventa las escusas de su propio dolor&lt;br /&gt;Y lanza a todas partes las semillas&lt;br /&gt;Para la destrucción.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-8664590411909270115?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8664590411909270115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=8664590411909270115' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Y si las aprieto dejas de respirar&lt;br /&gt;Caracoles en mis ojos se deslizan &lt;br /&gt;A la selva oscura &lt;br /&gt;Donde mi coño  humedo palpita&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de cinco minutos se acaba el mundo&lt;br /&gt;Y quien tuvo la culpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-2601036359945115202?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2601036359945115202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=2601036359945115202' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/2601036359945115202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/2601036359945115202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-nada-vale-llorar-ahora-siento-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-9144884408857020017</id><published>2008-07-26T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T06:54:22.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rueda, ruedita.&lt;br /&gt;Rueda mucho&lt;br /&gt;Que me quiero marear hasta perder el sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Rueda que no se me mueve el corazón por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Y no palpita.&lt;br /&gt;tengo frio&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, tan quieta en el presente&lt;br /&gt;Rueda mucho y que no me acuerde de acordarme&lt;br /&gt;Y que se me olvide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-9144884408857020017?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/9144884408857020017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=9144884408857020017' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/9144884408857020017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/9144884408857020017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;habrá un espacio para poder llorar y ser libres&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-937738160828805953?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/937738160828805953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=937738160828805953' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/937738160828805953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/937738160828805953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-gusta-hablar-asi-como-si-fuera.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-2908218899979831743</id><published>2008-07-12T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:58:07.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En este barrio&lt;br /&gt;hay gente que anda por la calle&lt;br /&gt;se oyen voces&lt;br /&gt;la gente canta se grita se besa se golpea.&lt;br /&gt;En este barrio se hace fuego en las esquinas,&lt;br /&gt;es normal, hace frio.&lt;br /&gt;Las personas se sientan alrededor de la hoguera&lt;br /&gt;y se quieren&lt;br /&gt;también se odian.&lt;br /&gt;Por el suelo hay restos de la vida cotidiana,&lt;br /&gt;una muñeca, una silla, un papel, una colilla.&lt;br /&gt;se ven animales&lt;br /&gt;Voy andando,&lt;br /&gt;-cuatroojos!!&lt;br /&gt;a mi nadie me conoce.&lt;br /&gt;No me importta que me peguen, que me besen, que me inviten a sentar-me que me insulten.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo oler la vida&lt;br /&gt;puedo intuir el amor, la trsiteza, la alegria, el dolor, el llanto,&lt;br /&gt;todo se respira por el aire,&lt;br /&gt;como cuando la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;no era un bunquer para individuos&lt;br /&gt;si no una comunidad para personas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-2908218899979831743?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2908218899979831743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-6129198032271480372</id><published>2008-07-12T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:55:05.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me gusta sentir&lt;br /&gt;las palabras que son bonitas &lt;br /&gt;me gusta el deseo&lt;br /&gt;y la bondad.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta ser vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;hacerme niña&lt;br /&gt;y hacerme grande.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta jugar y divertirme&lt;br /&gt;aprender y realizar los sueños.&lt;br /&gt;La vida esta llena de sensibilidad.&lt;br /&gt;Es lo que siento,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me abro a todas las cosas y me abandono&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-6129198032271480372?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6129198032271480372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=6129198032271480372' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/6129198032271480372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/6129198032271480372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-gusta-sentir-las-palabras-que-son.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-4026261301887442726</id><published>2008-07-11T02:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:01:29.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengo una palabra feliz&lt;br /&gt;en la palma cerrada de mi mano.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una palabra &lt;br /&gt;una sensación aun de estar viva&lt;br /&gt;un deseo&lt;br /&gt;un recuerdo de haber sido.&lt;br /&gt;Es lo que tengo&lt;br /&gt;y tengo fuerza&lt;br /&gt;para seguir con ella en la palma cerrada de mi mano y encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;y que la aceptes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-4026261301887442726?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4026261301887442726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=4026261301887442726' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/4026261301887442726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/4026261301887442726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/tengo-una-palabra-feliz-en-la-palma.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-5663467178029677932</id><published>2008-07-11T01:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:51:58.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soy un caracol&lt;br /&gt;En su casita&lt;br /&gt;Escondida&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que nadie descubra mis deseos&lt;br /&gt;Y abra la caja de mis miedos &lt;br /&gt;Rayos y truenos habitan&lt;br /&gt;Los rincones oscuros de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;Y de mi corazón&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-5663467178029677932?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5663467178029677932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=5663467178029677932' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/5663467178029677932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/5663467178029677932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/soy-un-caracol-en-su-casita-escondida.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-4213790820670529199</id><published>2008-07-11T01:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:51:30.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miro los piececitos&lt;br /&gt;Cargados de rabia&lt;br /&gt;Vivir para destruir&lt;br /&gt;El dia a dia es cavar un pozo&lt;br /&gt;Meter todo adentro&lt;br /&gt;Vida y cosas&lt;br /&gt;En el mismo saco&lt;br /&gt;Lleno de agua&lt;br /&gt;Lleno de miedo&lt;br /&gt;Y soledad en todos los momentos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-4213790820670529199?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-2684203684299041827</id><published>2008-07-11T01:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:48:57.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He chocado con una roca&lt;br /&gt;El calor derrite mis neuronas&lt;br /&gt;Los peces ya solo son peces&lt;br /&gt;Dejé de soñar&lt;br /&gt;Los peces sacan cuchillos&lt;br /&gt;He visto la destrucción del otro lado&lt;br /&gt;La piel sacando puas&lt;br /&gt;Atravesando montañas dolorosas&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros gusanos&lt;br /&gt;Anzuelos de peces corazón &lt;br /&gt;Que nos despedazan&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo es el eco de mi rabia&lt;br /&gt;La vida consumida en mi impotencia&lt;br /&gt;Mi impotencia&lt;br /&gt;Naufragio de sirenas violadas&lt;br /&gt;Y abandonadas a su propia autodestrucción.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-2684203684299041827?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2684203684299041827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=2684203684299041827' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/2684203684299041827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/2684203684299041827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-chocado-con-una-roca-el-calor.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-1868747577364943963</id><published>2008-07-09T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:11:53.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desconfio&lt;br /&gt;Miro tus ojos desconocidos&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso que quieres hacerme daño&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo no es vida&lt;br /&gt;Es mi trabajo&lt;br /&gt;Carne de mercado&lt;br /&gt;Para usar y tirar no tenemos corazón&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-1868747577364943963?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1868747577364943963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=1868747577364943963' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/1868747577364943963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/1868747577364943963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/desconfio-miro-tus-ojos-desconocidos-y.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-6600427317162086251</id><published>2008-07-09T12:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:13:05.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo no quiero ser yo&lt;br /&gt;quiero ser sin mas&lt;br /&gt;la vida sabe lo suficiente&lt;br /&gt;para que yo aprenda&lt;br /&gt;y sepa como vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que pasa&lt;br /&gt;Ay!&lt;br /&gt;Lo que pasa....&lt;br /&gt;es que he desaprendido a aprender de la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi cabeza esta llena de mi&lt;br /&gt;por eso tendré que buscar la manera&lt;br /&gt;de deshacerme &lt;br /&gt;de evaporarme&lt;br /&gt;de dejarme llevar&lt;br /&gt;estoy aburrida &lt;br /&gt;de mis propios prejuicios sobre yo misma&lt;br /&gt;de todos los prejuicios&lt;br /&gt;de todas las personas&lt;br /&gt;por eso estoy aqui sentada&lt;br /&gt;frente al mar&lt;br /&gt;y no pienso&lt;br /&gt;y no hago nada&lt;br /&gt;observo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En estos momentos&lt;br /&gt;el mar sabe de mi mas que yo&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas saben de mi mas que yo,&lt;br /&gt;la arena que juega con mis pies&lt;br /&gt;sabe de mi mas que yo,&lt;br /&gt;el cielo todo,&lt;br /&gt;las nubes,&lt;br /&gt;el silencio&lt;br /&gt;-tic, tac-&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero aprender de lo que veo&lt;br /&gt;quiero aprender lo que toco,&lt;br /&gt;lo que me toca,&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que juega conmigo&lt;br /&gt;sabe de mi mas que yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-6600427317162086251?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6600427317162086251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=6600427317162086251' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/6600427317162086251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/6600427317162086251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/yo-no-quiero-ser-yo-quiero-ser-sin-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-7930929813636624430</id><published>2008-07-09T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:10:13.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No se porque&lt;br /&gt;me llueve en el pasado&lt;br /&gt;mis recuerdos me llueven en la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;No quiero saber nada&lt;br /&gt;de mi pasado.&lt;br /&gt;El pasado es un libro de gramática&lt;br /&gt;y no me interesa. &lt;br /&gt;No me importa lo que digan mis profesores&lt;br /&gt;ni el catedrático en trigonometria&lt;br /&gt;solo me ineteresa el mar.&lt;br /&gt;Ya lo he abandonado todo,&lt;br /&gt;antes os expliqué&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que saben las gotitas y los granitos de arena&lt;br /&gt;eso me interesa&lt;br /&gt;es lo que necesito para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;es lo que necesito para conocer&lt;br /&gt;las personas que me rodean&lt;br /&gt;y los alimentos que me alimentan&lt;br /&gt;y las manos que me acarician&lt;br /&gt;y que intentan explicarse sin saber&lt;br /&gt;como se tocan los animalitos&lt;br /&gt;como nosotros&lt;br /&gt;pobres personas convertidas en libros de gramática&lt;br /&gt;el mundo que nos enseñan es solo de una manera&lt;br /&gt;pero yo ya me cansé de llorar&lt;br /&gt;de ver mis manos cortadas&lt;br /&gt;y mi cuerpo mutilado,&lt;br /&gt;voy a creer en mis sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;a desarrollar mi imaginación&lt;br /&gt;a enamorarme de todas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;que juegan comigo y me dan vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no creo en la ciencia,&lt;br /&gt;ni en la religión,&lt;br /&gt;ni en la familia,&lt;br /&gt;ni en los profesores,&lt;br /&gt;ni en las máquinas&lt;br /&gt;creo en las berengenas,&lt;br /&gt;en mis manos,&lt;br /&gt;en tus besos,&lt;br /&gt;en el aire,&lt;br /&gt;Eso me interesa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-7930929813636624430?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7930929813636624430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=7930929813636624430' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/7930929813636624430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/7930929813636624430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-se-porque-me-llueve-en-el-pasado-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-4050971712706771613</id><published>2008-07-07T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:42:27.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La vida es immensa&lt;br /&gt;tan grande que mis ojos no podran verla entera&lt;br /&gt;pero yo me siento xiquita&lt;br /&gt;y me escondo entre cuatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;y entre cuatro palabras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-4050971712706771613?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4050971712706771613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=4050971712706771613' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/4050971712706771613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/4050971712706771613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-vida-es-immensa-tan-grande-que-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-7503078252604007660</id><published>2008-07-07T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:22:23.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La peonza&lt;br /&gt;Va sola dando vueltas&lt;br /&gt;Quiere pararse y no puede&lt;br /&gt;Se cae&lt;br /&gt;Intenta mirar adelante&lt;br /&gt;Pero siempre se marea&lt;br /&gt;La peonza da vueltas y vueltas&lt;br /&gt;si para se cae &lt;br /&gt;Y no sabe levantarse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-7503078252604007660?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7503078252604007660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=7503078252604007660' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/7503078252604007660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/7503078252604007660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-peonza-va-sola-dando-vueltas-quiere.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-175928780070181085</id><published>2008-04-18T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:28:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te llamo&lt;br /&gt;          y lloras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué lloras&lt;br /&gt;     caballito de plata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;   con mis palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te negué mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;                        tuyas son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué lloráis&lt;br /&gt;botoncitos de mis ojos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me corté mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Tuyos son mis dedos,&lt;br /&gt;                 te los doy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-175928780070181085?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/175928780070181085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=175928780070181085' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/175928780070181085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/175928780070181085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2008/04/te-llamo-y-lloras.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-4647446405236935529</id><published>2008-04-07T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:24:27.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He rescatado del suelo un papel mojado&lt;br /&gt;Llora en mi bolsillo&lt;br /&gt;Llora, llora....&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se seca y nunca deja de llorar&lt;br /&gt;Me da miedo que se rompa en mis manos sin una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Me da miedo que se haga mas débil&lt;br /&gt;Al tratar de cuidarlo.&lt;br /&gt;...lloro,lloro...&lt;br /&gt;La vida se deshace en mis manos,&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se detiene,&lt;br /&gt;La casa se queda a oscuras y no viene nadie&lt;br /&gt;Y yo?&lt;br /&gt;No sé&lt;br /&gt;Creo que me he perdido.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-9074000970623834423</id><published>2008-03-08T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:03:13.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando salió el sol&lt;br /&gt;a ti ya te escocían los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Veías sacar a los niños a pasear&lt;br /&gt;y querías imitar el compromiso.&lt;br /&gt;Tenías un perro.&lt;br /&gt;Tratabas de decir amor&lt;br /&gt;decías odio,&lt;br /&gt;la palabra estallaba en tu boca&lt;br /&gt;como una despedida,&lt;br /&gt;adiós,&lt;br /&gt;lo primero que decías&lt;br /&gt;y solo te quedabas si podías&lt;br /&gt;beber y destruir un poco&lt;br /&gt;los sueños&lt;br /&gt;rebentándote los tímpanos.&lt;br /&gt;La enfermedad parecía un consuelo&lt;br /&gt;entre tanto abandono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-9074000970623834423?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/9074000970623834423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=9074000970623834423' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/9074000970623834423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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con ternura&lt;br /&gt;Palpitar           el futuro&lt;br /&gt;inmenso       vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Cerrabas los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y aspirabas el aire denso de un amor significativo&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te dolieron los pies&lt;br /&gt;                cuando yo te ví&lt;br /&gt;                                             de reojo&lt;br /&gt;Parecía que ibas a subir corriendo&lt;br /&gt;a            Regalarme la vida &lt;br /&gt;con tu ternura de cinco años&lt;br /&gt;Ternura &lt;br /&gt;que se desborda&lt;br /&gt;                              hacia fuera&lt;br /&gt;porque hacia dentro no puede&lt;br /&gt;                                          irse    tanta vulnerabilidad.&lt;br /&gt;Con los pies agarrados al suelo&lt;br /&gt;   o&lt;br /&gt;V   lava     contigo&lt;br /&gt;hacia el futuro posible&lt;br /&gt;                            lleno de .p.r.ë.S.ë.n.c.i.ä.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora&lt;br /&gt;              no hace tanto&lt;br /&gt;                                      y tanto hace&lt;br /&gt;que te imagino&lt;br /&gt;                  en el suelo&lt;br /&gt;de alguna esquina&lt;br /&gt;                alguna calle&lt;br /&gt;                        algun parque&lt;br /&gt;                              de esta bien pensada ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Muerto &lt;br /&gt;              o medio muerto&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que hicimos posible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-1882367747814006721?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1882367747814006721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=1882367747814006721' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mientras estoy ausente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-3380304976577370211?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3380304976577370211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=3380304976577370211' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/3380304976577370211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/3380304976577370211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/llevo-un-tren-en-la-cabeza-que-viaja.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-4360272391338733838</id><published>2007-12-20T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T12:33:09.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengo una carta en el estómago&lt;br /&gt;Escrita con una pluma muy sensible.&lt;br /&gt;He pisado una hormiga al salir de casa&lt;br /&gt;Y he llorado mientras me sacaba las ojos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-4360272391338733838?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-3490840663661033436</id><published>2007-12-19T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:36:33.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pensaban en la inocencia&lt;br /&gt;como un paso&lt;br /&gt;cualquiera.&lt;br /&gt;Una mentira más&lt;br /&gt;de la vida sinsentido,&lt;br /&gt;la atrofia razonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El corazón puro&lt;br /&gt;intuye todas las heridas.&lt;br /&gt;La vulnerabilidad se escapa&lt;br /&gt;en cada nudo desatado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-3490840663661033436?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-6191051583315991214</id><published>2007-12-18T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T05:39:11.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saliste a robar corazones&lt;br /&gt;con un nudo &lt;br /&gt;rescatado &lt;br /&gt;de las sobras de la abundancia.&lt;br /&gt;Los desperdicios te hacían daño.&lt;br /&gt;Tu los amabas,&lt;br /&gt;a ellos,&lt;br /&gt;tan solos &lt;br /&gt;como tu soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Los demás decían amor,&lt;br /&gt;que fácil amar el amor,&lt;br /&gt;lo difícil es amar el odio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-6191051583315991214?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-3660627261974809108</id><published>2007-12-11T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T11:22:39.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No recuerdo ya nada&lt;br /&gt;me miro&lt;br /&gt;y no quiero saber&lt;br /&gt;ser nadie&lt;br /&gt;no ser.&lt;br /&gt;Dejarme llevar &lt;br /&gt;que el viento me destruya&lt;br /&gt;me desorganice&lt;br /&gt;me lanze a lo imposible&lt;br /&gt;dejar de respirar&lt;br /&gt;vivir sólo de las lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;sólo correr&lt;br /&gt;notar el aire en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;llorar de tanto aire&lt;br /&gt;que el dolor se haga físico&lt;br /&gt;arrodillarme ante al vacio&lt;br /&gt;pedir un milagro&lt;br /&gt;rezar a la mentira&lt;br /&gt;descubrir que no existo&lt;br /&gt;que no tengo camino&lt;br /&gt;que yo no soy quien he sido ni quien soy&lt;br /&gt;que no soy nadie&lt;br /&gt;que nadie me conoce&lt;br /&gt;que nadie me quiere ni me olvida&lt;br /&gt;que ya no estoy &lt;br /&gt;y soy libre de marcharme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-3660627261974809108?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3660627261974809108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=3660627261974809108' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/3660627261974809108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/3660627261974809108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-recuerdo-ya-nada-me-miro-y-no-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>aitana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04289715578392691956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrE0WbRXHAM/SWaNTBDPoZI/AAAAAAAABh8/vRm_uGAIUNA/S220/perfil+6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2352543794834876931.post-5702240645430261114</id><published>2007-12-09T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T03:03:25.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Detrás de la ventana cae agua.&lt;br /&gt;El cristal lleno de vaho&lt;br /&gt;dibuja sombras&lt;br /&gt;la huella de un muñeco&lt;br /&gt;la huella de un dedo que dejó la huella&lt;br /&gt;la mano de una niña que tenía un muñeco en el ombligo.&lt;br /&gt;Soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;No se si os pasa&lt;br /&gt;que os entran ganas de llorar cuando pensais&lt;br /&gt;en la niña de una misma&lt;br /&gt;en la que se perdió&lt;br /&gt;de tanto correr y tanto desear ser mayor de otra manera.&lt;br /&gt;llena de deseo y llena de deseo. &lt;br /&gt;A mi me pasa.&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;la imaginación&lt;br /&gt;que desbordaba cualquier sombra de represión&lt;br /&gt;las ganas de ser y de jugar y de crear otras realidades&lt;br /&gt;el pie fuera del zapato fuera de la pierna&lt;br /&gt;el caracol estrujado por el regozijo&lt;br /&gt;y yo&lt;br /&gt;estallaba palabras con mi boca&lt;br /&gt;estirando las manos hasta perder los brazos&lt;br /&gt;arrancando corazones a los arboles&lt;br /&gt;exprimiendo la sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;sacandole punta a las puntas de las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;La punta de la punta de la punta&lt;br /&gt;la muerte &lt;br /&gt;y la vida &lt;br /&gt;en un hechizo&lt;br /&gt;en una bomba&lt;br /&gt;una granada de deseo&lt;br /&gt;el fuego abrasando el método&lt;br /&gt;la rabia carcomiéndome&lt;br /&gt;carcoma de moral&lt;br /&gt;que destruye la capacidad de actuar sobre las cosas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-5702240645430261114?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasimascosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5702240645430261114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2352543794834876931&amp;postID=5702240645430261114' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2352543794834876931/posts/default/5702240645430261114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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secretos&lt;br /&gt;y no quiero desear y deseo.&lt;br /&gt;Ya te lo dije todo,&lt;br /&gt;todo me queda por decir,&lt;br /&gt;quiero olvidar tu presencia.&lt;br /&gt;Y calles, una detrás de otra,camino&lt;br /&gt;porque pienso que vas a pasar,&lt;br /&gt;añoro tus besos y la ternura&lt;br /&gt;que me abrió como una flor.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero perderte y ya te has perdido,&lt;br /&gt;no hay dónde agarrarse en este abismo&lt;br /&gt;por el que hace ya demasiado tiempo caigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que me hago daño,&lt;br /&gt;no se como pararlo,&lt;br /&gt;he decidido amarte para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento si tu no estás para saber tu opinión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del libro RAKIA&lt;br /&gt;V.C.López&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2352543794834876931-8138956595207351154?l=cosasimascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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