<?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-2872337465029094332</id><updated>2012-02-02T17:06:55.673-08:00</updated><category term='Post Fin de mundo.'/><title type='text'>Aqui deberia ir el titulo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Menta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10693974537055230376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLnY61t7iFQ/SR9FkRRLOwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQaKNLYsIp0/S220/1216135074146_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872337465029094332.post-6858025722461673208</id><published>2012-02-02T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:06:55.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Fin de mundo.'/><title type='text'>Agua &amp; Aire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wb4dKHE8nks/Tysyz-5KYvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QiRGtRWVABk/s1600/403120_350759974954163_152446871452142_1253029_1217647285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wb4dKHE8nks/Tysyz-5KYvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QiRGtRWVABk/s400/403120_350759974954163_152446871452142_1253029_1217647285_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704709221632336626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te quiero" nace de la misma raíz que "querencia", palabra que define el diccionario como "Inclinación del hombre y de ciertos animales a volver al sitio donde han nacido o estado mucho tiempo." En esta acepción, "querer" obedece a su otra raíz: "buscar desde cierta nostalgia relacionada a la pertenencia". De modo tal que cuando decimos "Te quiero", en el fondo estamos diciendo "Mi lugar en esta Tierra también eres tú". Reco-nocemos al otro como parte vital de nuestro mundo (pues los lugares generalmente no son sitios físicos, sino vínculos que se han desple-gado en esos lugares). Así, decir "Te quiero" significa entonces también "Si no estuvieras, no sería lo mismo. Sentiría nostalgia de tu presencia."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872337465029094332-6858025722461673208?l=dicepoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6858025722461673208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872337465029094332&amp;postID=6858025722461673208' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/6858025722461673208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/6858025722461673208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/2012/02/agua-aire.html' title='Agua &amp; Aire'/><author><name>Menta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10693974537055230376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLnY61t7iFQ/SR9FkRRLOwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQaKNLYsIp0/S220/1216135074146_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wb4dKHE8nks/Tysyz-5KYvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QiRGtRWVABk/s72-c/403120_350759974954163_152446871452142_1253029_1217647285_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872337465029094332.post-6740493333930384284</id><published>2012-01-15T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:08:42.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sostenida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8HJH-ykoW0&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivimos y nacimos para vivir en sociedad... en cardumenes humanos﻿ o en parejas eternas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872337465029094332-6740493333930384284?l=dicepoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6740493333930384284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872337465029094332&amp;postID=6740493333930384284' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/6740493333930384284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/6740493333930384284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/2012/01/sostenida.html' title='Sostenida.'/><author><name>Menta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10693974537055230376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLnY61t7iFQ/SR9FkRRLOwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQaKNLYsIp0/S220/1216135074146_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872337465029094332.post-1354519196323617545</id><published>2012-01-12T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:02:39.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluo-recia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duVZttlec6k/Tw9KJ3tBEPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/W2JhjI2BRZo/s1600/noctiluca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duVZttlec6k/Tw9KJ3tBEPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/W2JhjI2BRZo/s400/noctiluca2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853587079008498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dos viejos enamorados que se reencuentran, pues siempre que alguien entra en nuestro corazón es como si lo recuperáramos de una larga ausencia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872337465029094332-1354519196323617545?l=dicepoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/feeds/1354519196323617545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872337465029094332&amp;postID=1354519196323617545' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/1354519196323617545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/1354519196323617545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/2012/01/fluo-recia.html' title='Fluo-recia.'/><author><name>Menta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10693974537055230376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLnY61t7iFQ/SR9FkRRLOwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQaKNLYsIp0/S220/1216135074146_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duVZttlec6k/Tw9KJ3tBEPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/W2JhjI2BRZo/s72-c/noctiluca2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872337465029094332.post-4455259179743730153</id><published>2011-12-07T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:49:12.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajaroncito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKvmPMcHWMo/Tt_LfDzT3ZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8dZRVJgzYvc/s1600/mimusatu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKvmPMcHWMo/Tt_LfDzT3ZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8dZRVJgzYvc/s400/mimusatu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683484989221756306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la pena es muy grande pucha que cantas lindo!  el sentimiento que no te cabe en el pecho sale impostando la voz tan alto como un mirlo, y tan bello como las calandrias que juegan entre mis cachivaches . &lt;br /&gt;Cuando te me salias del corazón sentia que me iba quedando un espacio demaciado grande sin arrendatario. No se si me queda el vacio, o el alivio de no cargarte mas.&lt;br /&gt;Quizas me hagas mas facil el camino sin tu cuerpo pesado y torpe, aunque puede ser que me vuele el viento sin llevarte como piedra en el pecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feas plumas opacas tiene este imitador...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872337465029094332-4455259179743730153?l=dicepoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4455259179743730153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872337465029094332&amp;postID=4455259179743730153' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/4455259179743730153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/4455259179743730153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/2011/12/pajaroncito.html' title='Pajaroncito.'/><author><name>Menta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10693974537055230376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLnY61t7iFQ/SR9FkRRLOwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQaKNLYsIp0/S220/1216135074146_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKvmPMcHWMo/Tt_LfDzT3ZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8dZRVJgzYvc/s72-c/mimusatu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872337465029094332.post-6090256157395626069</id><published>2011-10-03T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:47:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cena.</title><content type='html'>Esta fiesta dichosa, con su el y sus amigos, marcará el fin de un período con todo lo que pueda haber tenido de feliz o de triste. Horas nostálgicas de balance, antes de emprender nuevos caminos en la vida y el libre vuelo. - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi nick ya no estará mas en Internet, mi teléfono sera un constante buzón de voz hasta desaparecer y mi ubicación sera un recuerdo de cada lugar que frecuente, como partículas que se esparcen con el viento de primavera... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no me importa, ni un poquito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872337465029094332-6090256157395626069?l=dicepoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6090256157395626069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872337465029094332&amp;postID=6090256157395626069' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/6090256157395626069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/6090256157395626069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/2011/10/cena.html' title='Cena.'/><author><name>Menta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10693974537055230376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLnY61t7iFQ/SR9FkRRLOwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQaKNLYsIp0/S220/1216135074146_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872337465029094332.post-3036606951356663797</id><published>2011-08-04T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:25:16.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando las personas que uno quiere o estima "regresan" despues de un largo tiempo, veran nuestro Carnaval﻿ o felicidad de volver a verlos. (Un hombre de papel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872337465029094332-3036606951356663797?l=dicepoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3036606951356663797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872337465029094332&amp;postID=3036606951356663797' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/3036606951356663797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872337465029094332/posts/default/3036606951356663797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dicepoco.blogspot.com/2011/08/cuando-las-personas-que-uno-quiere-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Menta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10693974537055230376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rLnY61t7iFQ/SR9FkRRLOwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IQaKNLYsIp0/S220/1216135074146_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
