<?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-463382417741482060</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:46:13.036-08:00</updated><category term='otoño paranoia muerte'/><category term='sombra paranoia'/><title type='text'>Maldiciones de una Luna estéril...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/463382417741482060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brictom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914180737101085184</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-463382417741482060.post-3144283285271122047</id><published>2009-12-03T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:02:26.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oda al amor: parte I (desgarro)</title><content type='html'>La sombra del viento baila&lt;br /&gt;al canto de la luna llena.&lt;br /&gt;Lobos juegan con su reflejo&lt;br /&gt;y pecadores claman redención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van sin rumbo, danzando;&lt;br /&gt;es su último carnaval. &lt;br /&gt;Entre gemidos el silencio nace:&lt;br /&gt;devorador de esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que una vez fue fe&lt;br /&gt;ahora no es más que urna&lt;br /&gt;del invierno que no quiso&lt;br /&gt;ser más que solo recuerdo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuervos persiguen&lt;br /&gt;a aquel cuyo destino&lt;br /&gt;es teñido por la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Fue su último carnaval…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/463382417741482060-3144283285271122047?l=pam456.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/feeds/3144283285271122047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=463382417741482060&amp;postID=3144283285271122047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/463382417741482060/posts/default/3144283285271122047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/463382417741482060/posts/default/3144283285271122047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/2009/12/oda-al-amor-parte-i-desgarro.html' title='Oda al amor: parte I (desgarro)'/><author><name>Brictom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914180737101085184</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-463382417741482060.post-8126988601150567772</id><published>2009-09-26T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:29:13.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimonio de arena vanaltecida</title><content type='html'>Besé al mar enardecido&lt;br /&gt;con recuerdos de vagos trazos&lt;br /&gt;y colores delirantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me arrastró hasta el abismo&lt;br /&gt;revolcándome entre olas;&lt;br /&gt;el sabor apaciguó la locura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eterno presente bajo su sombra;&lt;br /&gt;tentaciones de una cueva.&lt;br /&gt;Luz de una Lesbos demente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No poseo sol, y la luna me huye.&lt;br /&gt;Posáronse sobre mí nubes de solemnidad&lt;br /&gt;cuyas gotas cayeron cual golpe de bastón robusto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobijé cada sueño:&lt;br /&gt;cuadro de una realidad&lt;br /&gt;que pinté mientras moría.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/463382417741482060-8126988601150567772?l=pam456.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/feeds/8126988601150567772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=463382417741482060&amp;postID=8126988601150567772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/463382417741482060/posts/default/8126988601150567772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/463382417741482060/posts/default/8126988601150567772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/2009/09/testimonio-de-arena-vanaltecida.html' title='Testimonio de arena vanaltecida'/><author><name>Brictom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914180737101085184</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463382417741482060.post-2702459890963685879</id><published>2009-09-26T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:47:15.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sombra paranoia'/><title type='text'>De sombras y otras rarezas</title><content type='html'>Abismal presencia pálida...&lt;br /&gt;Maldito delirio apocalíptico.&lt;br /&gt;Me sigue, la sigo ¡o nos seguimos!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, alucinación inmortal. Cuán agotadora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Debería temerle? Tal vez sólo acariciarla&lt;br /&gt;Hacerla mía y no yo suya...&lt;br /&gt;¿Debería huir? Tal vez acercarla&lt;br /&gt;hasta sentirla latiendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿si la acerco y la acaricio&lt;br /&gt;me amará tanto que me dejará libre?&lt;br /&gt;pero si huyo, ¿me perseguirá?&lt;br /&gt;¿Se cansará o seguirá sin pausa alguna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adicción mía, suya, de ambas&lt;br /&gt;Al oírme se eriza, al oírla tiemblo..&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso puedes verlas bailar por ti?&lt;br /&gt;Me quedaré tan cerca que no podrás sentirme, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna envolvente...&lt;br /&gt;Alucinación acogedora y asfixiante.&lt;br /&gt;Muéstrame la luz que cega,&lt;br /&gt;y baña mi pecho de acido anhelo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Vana alucinación, vil ilusión!&lt;br /&gt;Sombra bajo la cual yace mi alma&lt;br /&gt;pletórica de emociones beligerantes y sutiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Sombra, ambrosía!&lt;br /&gt;Que al roce quema y al oído muerte suspira...&lt;br /&gt;Fiel locura que me postra a sus pies cada nuevo crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;consumiéndome en delirios de grandeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/463382417741482060-2702459890963685879?l=pam456.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/feeds/2702459890963685879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=463382417741482060&amp;postID=2702459890963685879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/463382417741482060/posts/default/2702459890963685879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/463382417741482060/posts/default/2702459890963685879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/2009/09/abismal-presencia-palida.html' title='De sombras y otras rarezas'/><author><name>Brictom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914180737101085184</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463382417741482060.post-391810986846146371</id><published>2009-09-26T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:30:42.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otoño paranoia muerte'/><title type='text'>Luna en decadencia</title><content type='html'>Era una tarde otoñal.&lt;br /&gt;Conté hojas y esperanzas.&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabello bailó;&lt;br /&gt;Fui feliz, mas no libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cayó la noche como diluvio&lt;br /&gt;enalteciéndose en cada gota,&lt;br /&gt;menguando a la luna.&lt;br /&gt;La vi, amorfa. Fría como la muerte misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acercóseme sigilosa&lt;br /&gt;bailando como nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Sin palabras me rogó,&lt;br /&gt;sin sosiego la seguí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora como cualquier iluso&lt;br /&gt;voy respondiendo al viento&lt;br /&gt;acertijos sobre aquella historia&lt;br /&gt;de un futuro nubiloso…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/463382417741482060-391810986846146371?l=pam456.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/feeds/391810986846146371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=463382417741482060&amp;postID=391810986846146371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/463382417741482060/posts/default/391810986846146371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/463382417741482060/posts/default/391810986846146371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pam456.blogspot.com/2009/09/luna-en-decadencia.html' title='Luna en decadencia'/><author><name>Brictom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06914180737101085184</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>
