<?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-2164360468049852049</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:17:33.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajando</title><subtitle type='html'>Cosas que escribo, casi siempre en el Sarmiento...que musa...y cosas que me gustan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113086490668656327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7N1L_r4atI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MQrVwS8z39s/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164360468049852049.post-7025176635022437856</id><published>2008-06-10T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:36:05.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>yo me imagino que un día</title><content type='html'>me quieren tanto tus ojos que hasta parece mentira&lt;br /&gt;son como niños jugando con barriletes de almibar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que en tus ojos encuentro la razón de mi delirio&lt;br /&gt;cuando vuelo en tus ojos descubro&lt;br /&gt;que también son míos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando se ven alejados, distantes en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;por momentos siento que algo quedó &lt;br /&gt;sembrado &lt;br /&gt;escondido&lt;br /&gt;y luego siento que todo parte de un mismo camino&lt;br /&gt;si me sorprende el mal tiempo serían &lt;br /&gt;tus ojos mi instinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el sol no desaparece aunque las nubes persistan&lt;br /&gt;sólo se toma un momento para morir en la brisa&lt;br /&gt;atravesando los muros de cartón y golosinas&lt;br /&gt;perseverantes colores seducen &lt;br /&gt;toda mi alegría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo me imagino que un día&lt;br /&gt;cuando me muera en la brisa&lt;br /&gt;cuando atraviese los montes&lt;br /&gt;de cartón y golosinas&lt;br /&gt;descubriré si los frutos de colores y alegrías&lt;br /&gt;no fueron más que tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claro como el sol en la luna&lt;br /&gt;claro como el tiempo se va&lt;br /&gt;y tu corazón de llanura &lt;br /&gt;es claro como la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dame un poquito de vos&lt;br /&gt;tu poción, tu silencio&lt;br /&gt;se vuelve emoción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halo de luz,&lt;br /&gt;tu reír, tu dolor&lt;br /&gt;me ilumina un oscuro temor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ilumina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta letra pertenece a la Manzana Cromática Protoplasmática...hermosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164360468049852049-7025176635022437856?l=sarmientotrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7025176635022437856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164360468049852049&amp;postID=7025176635022437856' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hipnos"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209957546448261842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/SE18yPLqEtI/AAAAAAAAABE/23XUKWK9p_Y/s400/caer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... se caía de sueño&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164360468049852049-4760947955726784202?l=sarmientotrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4760947955726784202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164360468049852049&amp;postID=4760947955726784202' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164360468049852049.post-3868754536690494642</id><published>2008-06-04T11:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:41:02.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Círculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/SEajg28YM-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3H2Rxouu-co/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208029804000457698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/SEajg28YM-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3H2Rxouu-co/s320/stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y si no es suficiente?&lt;br /&gt;Si no soy suficiente?&lt;br /&gt;Porque lo que hacemos no alcanza&lt;br /&gt;Y siempre queremos más&lt;br /&gt;Y tomamos de donde no hay&lt;br /&gt;Es un último intento ahogado&lt;br /&gt;De ser normales&lt;br /&gt;Un último esfuerzo para pertenecer a todo lo que en realidad odiamos y al mismo tiempo anhelamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164360468049852049-3868754536690494642?l=sarmientotrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3868754536690494642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164360468049852049&amp;postID=3868754536690494642' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/3868754536690494642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/3868754536690494642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/2008/06/crculo.html' title='Círculo'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113086490668656327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7N1L_r4atI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MQrVwS8z39s/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/SEajg28YM-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3H2Rxouu-co/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164360468049852049.post-6227382457464020997</id><published>2008-05-27T14:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:45:19.809-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealess</title><content type='html'>Como tengo una especie de bloqueo(no que sea la super writer) va una de las canciones más hermosas, de Led Zeppelin, The Rain Song, sino la conocen muy mal!!!...escúchenla y caigan al vicio de Led...mmm...Leeeeddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=QPgPDRtc2FM"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rain Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the springtime of my loving-&lt;br /&gt;The second season I am to know&lt;br /&gt;You are the sunlight in my growing-&lt;br /&gt;So little warmth I’ve felt before.&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t hard to feel me glowing-&lt;br /&gt;I watched the fire that grew so low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the summer of my smiles-&lt;br /&gt;Flee from me keepers of the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me only with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It is to you I give this tune.&lt;br /&gt;A’int so hard to recognize-&lt;br /&gt;These things are clear to all from&lt;br /&gt;Time to time. ooooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk talk-&lt;br /&gt;I’ve felt the coldness of my winter&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would ever go&lt;br /&gt;I cursed the gloom that set upon us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the seasons of emotion&lt;br /&gt;And like the winds they rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;This is the wonder of devotion-&lt;br /&gt;I see the torch we all must hold.&lt;br /&gt;This is the mystery of the quotient-&lt;br /&gt;Upon us all a little rain&lt;br /&gt;Must fall.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little rain? &lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, yeah yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Led Zeppelin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164360468049852049-6227382457464020997?l=sarmientotrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6227382457464020997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164360468049852049&amp;postID=6227382457464020997' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/6227382457464020997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/6227382457464020997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/2008/05/como-tengo-una-especie-de-bloqueono-que.html' title='Idealess'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113086490668656327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7N1L_r4atI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MQrVwS8z39s/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164360468049852049.post-5620614537740455405</id><published>2008-02-14T16:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:26:23.253-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu Canción</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7byKfr4avI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jGnBT66rIZ0/s1600-h/psico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167583884572388082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7byKfr4avI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jGnBT66rIZ0/s400/psico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te escucho y me lleno&lt;br /&gt;Te escucho y veo más allá del cielo&lt;br /&gt;Me voy, sutil como la espuma&lt;br /&gt;Me voy lenta, en partes&lt;br /&gt;Y te llevo en mis oídos&lt;br /&gt;Cada palabra que sale de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Cada respiro lo inhalo y me infla&lt;br /&gt;Y como un globo suave, vuelo&lt;br /&gt;Rodeada de letras que me sostienen&lt;br /&gt;                                   Y me elevan, junto a vos&lt;br /&gt;                                   Y no puedo decir lo que el vuelo del sonido me hace…&lt;br /&gt;                                   Alas… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164360468049852049-5620614537740455405?l=sarmientotrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5620614537740455405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164360468049852049&amp;postID=5620614537740455405' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/5620614537740455405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/5620614537740455405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/tu-cancin.html' title='Tu Canción'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113086490668656327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7N1L_r4atI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MQrVwS8z39s/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7byKfr4avI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jGnBT66rIZ0/s72-c/psico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164360468049852049.post-297935457288009906</id><published>2008-02-13T21:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:36:09.508-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dios Lunar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me pudro en una esquina&lt;br /&gt;La soledad me roe el alma, fría y mínima&lt;br /&gt;Lo que pensé que era una vez ya no es&lt;br /&gt;Nunca lo fue&lt;br /&gt;Piel, todo, gris&lt;br /&gt;Me acovacho, miro el suelo&lt;br /&gt;con los ojos vacíos llenos de dolor&lt;br /&gt;La vacuidad penetra en las baldosas,&lt;br /&gt;como la tierra y el polvo de los zapatos que una vez llevé&lt;br /&gt;Algo extraño pasa&lt;br /&gt;Las baldosas cambian su color&lt;br /&gt;se hunden hacia el centro de la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Donde el sonido de mi última risa aterrizó&lt;br /&gt;"Deja que te eleve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que te lleve a un cielo con nubes de almidón"&lt;br /&gt;me dicen las musas pidiendo rendición&lt;br /&gt;Dando pasos infinitos llego al sol,&lt;br /&gt;quema y borra al olvido, con agujas de luz&lt;br /&gt;Giros, giros y giros doy, soy el trompo del día&lt;br /&gt;y víctima del Dios Lunar&lt;br /&gt;ahora voy a bajar para en el eje de tu nuez descansar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164360468049852049-297935457288009906?l=sarmientotrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/feeds/297935457288009906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164360468049852049&amp;postID=297935457288009906' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/297935457288009906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/297935457288009906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/2008/02/dios-lunar.html' title='Dios Lunar'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113086490668656327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7N1L_r4atI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MQrVwS8z39s/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164360468049852049.post-1116658652769659117</id><published>2008-01-05T18:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:47:15.645-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Douleur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R3_6toL0pNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3jknjo57Qyw/s1600-h/camille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152112160523199698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R3_6toL0pNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3jknjo57Qyw/s320/camille.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lève toi c'est décidé&lt;br /&gt;laisse moi te remplacer&lt;br /&gt;je vais prendre ta douleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doucement sans faire de bruit&lt;br /&gt;comme on réveille la pluie&lt;br /&gt;je vais prendre ta douleur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle lutte elle se débat&lt;br /&gt;mais ne résistera pas&lt;br /&gt;je vais bloquer l'ascenseur...&lt;br /&gt;saboter l'interrupteur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est qui cette incrustée&lt;br /&gt;cet orage avant l'été&lt;br /&gt;sale chipie de petite soeur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vais tout lui confisquer&lt;br /&gt;ses fléchettes et son sifflet&lt;br /&gt;j'vais lui donner la fessée...&lt;br /&gt;la virer de la récré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est qui cette héritière&lt;br /&gt;qui se baigne qui se terre&lt;br /&gt;dans l'eau tiède de tes reins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'vais la priver de dessert&lt;br /&gt;lui faire mordre la poussière&lt;br /&gt;de tous ceux qui n'ont plus rien...&lt;br /&gt;de tous ceux qui n'ont plus faim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dites moi que fout la science&lt;br /&gt;à quand ce pont entre nos panses?&lt;br /&gt;si tu as mal là où t'as peur&lt;br /&gt;tu n'as pas mal là où je pense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce-qu?elle veut cette conasse&lt;br /&gt;le beurre ou l'argent du beurre&lt;br /&gt;que tu vives ou que tu meurs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faut qu'elle crève de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;ou qu'elle change de godasses&lt;br /&gt;faut qu'elle croule sous les fleurs&lt;br /&gt;change de couleur...&lt;br /&gt;je vais jouer au docteur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dites moi que fout la science&lt;br /&gt;à quand ce pont entre nos panses?&lt;br /&gt;si tu as mal là où t'as peur&lt;br /&gt;tu n'as pas mal là où je chante !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Camille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Douleur'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113086490668656327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7N1L_r4atI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MQrVwS8z39s/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R3_6toL0pNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3jknjo57Qyw/s72-c/camille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2164360468049852049.post-2645273630419403998</id><published>2008-01-04T18:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:28:39.331-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Morelliana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R36aF4L0pMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q1WDytfW0Us/s1600-h/mandala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151724449530422466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R36aF4L0pMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q1WDytfW0Us/s320/mandala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿Por qué escribo esto? No tengo ideas claras, ni siquiera tengo ideas. Hay jirones, impulsos, bloques, y todo busca una forma, entonces entra en juego el ritmo y yo escribo dentro de este ritmo, escribo por él y no por eso que llaman el pensamiento y que hace la prosa, literaria u otra. [...] Escribir es dibujar mi mandala y a la vez recorrerlo, inventar la purificación purificándose, tarea de pobre yamán blanco con calzoncillos de nylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2164360468049852049-2645273630419403998?l=sarmientotrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2645273630419403998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2164360468049852049&amp;postID=2645273630419403998' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/2645273630419403998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2164360468049852049/posts/default/2645273630419403998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarmientotrain.blogspot.com/2008/01/morelliana.html' title='Morelliana'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01113086490668656327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R7N1L_r4atI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MQrVwS8z39s/S220/Image007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k8vBrs7y3Ps/R36aF4L0pMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q1WDytfW0Us/s72-c/mandala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
