<?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-8822456167915014604</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:39:55.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anacronia De Siete Vidas</title><subtitle type='html'>Al principio todo fue oscuro y vacio...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anacroniadesietevidas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822456167915014604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anacroniadesietevidas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02984321197520555437</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822456167915014604.post-380757910876157840</id><published>2007-10-01T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:19:04.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tengo miedo
de hallarte por el camino
percibirte
más no distinguir tu andar
como el fantasma que eres

regresa la conmoción
se turba mi pensamiento
imperfecto disturbio
mientras aquellos enigmas permanecen

deseo esconder mi presencia
allanarme en el suelo
estos argumentos se vuelven trampas
pretextos para el olvido

levantas flores nacidas del asfalto
y yo sigo pretendiendo escapar
indescifrable tigre sin dientes
dispuesto a morder

mil y un días deslizados
cada uno su existencia
ahora lo entiendo
tu fantasma soy yo&lt;/span&gt;.


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