<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:34:09 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>la vida es verso</title><description></description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-5181192263254439348</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-10T09:59:50.344-07:00</atom:updated><title>una cita</title><description>martin palleiro dice:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;la nostalgia es la endorfina de la crisis post adolescencia&quot;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2010/08/una-cita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-6273101665020390398</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-14T13:22:10.559-07:00</atom:updated><title>eclipse solar</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;&quot;&gt;nosotros pensamos que somos tan grandes e importantes y desestimamos la influencia que el sol y los planetas tienen sobre nosotros... y despues viene un eclipse y nos volvemos todos locos.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse-solar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-6467188686735862973</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2010 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-24T10:16:17.860-07:00</atom:updated><title>2 lemas personales</title><description>hay una sola forma de hacerlo: haciendolo.&lt;br /&gt;
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lo que haces, hacelo bien.</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-lemas-personales.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-3263801628695898584</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-29T19:51:08.042-07:00</atom:updated><title>la sincronia</title><description>&amp;nbsp;es al menos suspicios de verdad.</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2010/05/verdad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-8061918893706397413</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-31T12:42:54.256-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cash your dreams before they slip away</title><description></description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2010/03/cash-your-dreams-before-they-slip-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-480494933461298773</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-10T19:11:42.144-07:00</atom:updated><title>how to train your instinct (part II)</title><description>&lt;h1&gt;*****ORGANIZE*****&lt;/h1&gt;the theoretical&amp;nbsp;explanation to this method comes from the idea that culture started with lists. with the advent of stone (or clay) planks, forming&amp;nbsp;civilizations&amp;nbsp;started making lists. so, in a way, lists are the constitutive part of identity information.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into categories the collection of your personal selections.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your categories&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;add descriptions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;build a hierarchy tree and/or map relations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;between categories.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;expand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your collection by searching your categories&#39; keywords.</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-train-your-instinct-part-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-7825769860799658111</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-18T07:46:12.407-08:00</atom:updated><title>how to train your instinct</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 32px; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;******CHOOSE******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it needs not to be crucial choices... simply sit down in front of a random cast of a same category and choose the samples you like.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in the first 5 to 10 seconds you will see that there are some you like and some you completely dislike.&lt;br /&gt;
statistically, most will fall in the middle. dont pay attention to them. its important first to distinguish the ones that have the most impact in your senses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;example 1&lt;/h2&gt;music: go to pandora or last.fm, type some random radio and listen to the random selection. add to your library the ones you like, pass the ones you dislike.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;example 2&lt;/h2&gt;go to flickr, browse by keyword or interesting. ditto youtube&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;example 3&lt;/h2&gt;colours and patterns: go to welovecolours.com and browse colours, palates and patterns.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;example n&lt;/h2&gt;go to any page of any topic of your liking and repeat this procedure. you&#39;ll see how quickly you&#39;ll start consolidating the yes/no answers according to your liking- that is expression of your instinct.</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-train-your-instinct.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-408885335933186285</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T21:45:33.345-07:00</atom:updated><title>periodo T</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8e/Sine_and_Cosine_fundamental_relationship_to_Circle_%28and_Helix%29.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;420&quot; src=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8e/Sine_and_Cosine_fundamental_relationship_to_Circle_%28and_Helix%29.gif&quot; width=&quot;420&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
imaginemos que los eventos se repiten, que lo que sube baja, lo que empieza termina, lo que nace muere, y lo demas.&lt;br /&gt;
imaginemos que los eventos tienen una recurrencia, por lo tanto un periodo.&lt;br /&gt;
imaginemos que nosotros tambien tenemos un periodo, o que nuestra vida tiene uno y que los eventos tienen una frecuencia. imaginemos que encontramos esta frecuencia y podemos describirla con una funcion. imaginemos que podemos traer el pasado y conocer el futuro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
el tiempo como lo conocemos ahora es simplemente la correspondencia con una pulsacion estandar. como si existiera un reloj gigante en el centro de la tierra, del que todos los otros relojes del mundo estan sincronizados. como si fuera una recta en la que se van marcando los eventos.&lt;br /&gt;
pero tal vez esta pulsacion estandar no es suficiente para entender el significado particular e individual del tiempo propio. en consecuencia necesitamos definir otra unidad estandar, otro patron. tal vez necesitemos tomar a los ciclos como unidades, las revoluciones.</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2009/09/periodo-t.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-3481007097900542526</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T10:17:57.171-07:00</atom:updated><title>we are mirrors of ourselves</title><description>there is a very special part of me&lt;div&gt;that i can only see&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when you look at me&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-mirrors-of-ourselves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-3100292700834475842</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-12T21:46:14.730-07:00</atom:updated><title>harmonic e-motion</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/1424a4475bb82ad26d5421607334c5381d33cf27_m.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/1424a4475bb82ad26d5421607334c5381d33cf27_m.gif&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2009/07/harmonic-e-motion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-8433516011508815492</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 18:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-25T12:03:26.477-07:00</atom:updated><title>the evenness of 0</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/1600/pensamiento.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 1024px; height: 508px;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/1600/pensamiento.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome my latest obsession&lt;br /&gt;securing oddity in every group&lt;br /&gt;the lack of rhythm makes me mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el conocimiento is incompatible con la permanencia</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2009/05/evenness-of-0.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-4725643311413045394</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T12:06:29.046-07:00</atom:updated><title>metric</title><description>ive learned to measure&lt;br /&gt;the difference in two units of time&lt;br /&gt;in a finite given number of events;&lt;br /&gt;seemingly  change&lt;br /&gt;in a periodic scale;&lt;br /&gt;the flux of devenir&lt;br /&gt;in the dripping fabric of souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference in now and then&lt;br /&gt;does it affect who you are?&lt;br /&gt;can you choose who to be?&lt;br /&gt;how could you change your name&lt;br /&gt;and yet all be the same?</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2009/04/metric_22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-235260656670040945</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T13:41:04.651-07:00</atom:updated><title>friday night</title><description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/math/5/d/5/5d54030ab25f48b852c06150bec4af22.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;p&gt;danza es la gracia del movimiento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/KEdJ6pQXmoU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed 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del sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2007/07/atraccion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxzcSeSdNDtunOckJsvYs3P6Wcvc1N4qrQ2D5aGw4hLJkd4IlJbDEoJJKchb9L0QRlR_HEfXkcAdi-URZmcGOFFBdctgylz4EAllSJj8gKkV2N3bWZNXN1A5Vti_4gfcSBIDUKg/s72-c/baloon.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-116500416784384728</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2006 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-25T18:27:40.687-07:00</atom:updated><title>LA INVENSION DEL FUTURO</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;BACK AND FORTH)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Sucesos al hilo&lt;br /&gt;Penduleando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;En el umbral del reencuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;La vida no es fin de nada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;A donde llegamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Sin tacto, sin oido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Con el gusto saturado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Habiendo perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Pactado en vano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Todo sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;A donde vamos?&lt;br /&gt;los locos, los mareados,&lt;br /&gt;en la calesita teleoscentrica&lt;br /&gt;errando verbos maltraducidos&lt;br /&gt;en el imperfecto recetario colectivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posiblemente la vida no se propone nada, ni va a nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;La vida es simplemente expresión&lt;br /&gt;vozarron del viento que llevo dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Llama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;arde en el núcleo intimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;evapora y disipa&lt;br /&gt;la existencia de todos los dias&lt;br /&gt;la dualidad de lo real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;excede a todo nombre&lt;br /&gt;y en silencio espera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;recuerda:&lt;br /&gt;Todo Es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Y al Ser, es Todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;...hacia donde va el futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;cuando finalmente nos reencontramos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05.05 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Hay algo explicito en el Tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Evidente, denunciante, atrayente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Y si es verdad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Si, ademas, creyese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Rebelde, Inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;En la indiscrecion de este Espacio particular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;En subversión con la simetría del Tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-invension-del-futuro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-115975577088712035</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-28T03:04:55.793-08:00</atom:updated><title>pabellon II</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;LA REFLEXION DE un REFLEJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;I quite frankly could possibly be&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, anywhere &lt;br /&gt;Accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;(stardust)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The limit’s gone wild&lt;br /&gt;Blurry and obscure and dark&lt;br /&gt;it’s hard to realize&lt;br /&gt;Where one stands:&lt;br /&gt;Inside, outside&lt;br /&gt;Online, offline&lt;br /&gt;Of this looking glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;EMISIONES DE LUZ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;La repeticion de la repeticion&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el espectro fractal&lt;br /&gt;Al alejarse de la unidad&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto tiene de original?&lt;br /&gt;Sera univocamente real,&lt;br /&gt;Acaso invernalmente verdad,&lt;br /&gt;El patron de la multiplicidad&lt;br /&gt;En el estrato de la logica lineal?&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2006/10/pabellon-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-115031096050249156</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-02T07:18:50.416-08:00</atom:updated><title>madruga</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/1600/Imagen%20155.1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/320/Imagen%20155.1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday’s Moon reaching Monday’s &lt;span style=&quot;color:#999999;&quot;&gt;crescent&lt;/span&gt; Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre queda algo&lt;br /&gt;Between 2day and yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Un lugar fantastico y fractal&lt;br /&gt;dense minds cant measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#999999;&quot;&gt;epic battles, mantras y epopeyas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El lenguaje ordinario no comprende&lt;br /&gt;Y de tanto en tanto brotan restos de esos aires&lt;br /&gt;Se cuelan gotas de cielo, de noche de sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/1600/Imagen%20161.2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/320/Imagen%20161.2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2006/06/madruga.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-114925827007753762</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jun 2006 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-28T13:53:25.633-07:00</atom:updated><title>cette nuit blanche</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Noches blancas&lt;br /&gt;Charlas humedas de acuario&lt;br /&gt;Particulas de agua que respiramos&lt;br /&gt;(O nos respiran…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;El universo conspira para que lo sintamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything’s in motion&lt;br /&gt;lead by magnetic emotion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinematique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Masa sin forma que se transforma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;en&lt;strong&gt; “realidad” &lt;/strong&gt;de simbolos foneticos&lt;br /&gt;Pero, que es lo que hay entre conceptos?&lt;br /&gt;que chorrea de los silencios&lt;br /&gt;en una pausa sin detener el movimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la vida&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fila de arboles en perspectiva&lt;br /&gt;Pasa, sucede, desfila&lt;br /&gt;En sueños intermitentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;detalles reminiscentes&lt;br /&gt;cuando son solo excusas, los dias&lt;br /&gt;de noches oscuras y limpias&lt;br /&gt;Sorprende&lt;br /&gt;La vida en sincronia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No somos entes, sino procesos&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de procesos…&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de procesos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy de esas personas disipativas&lt;br /&gt;De estructura abierta&lt;br /&gt;Y credula, hasta la medula&lt;br /&gt;De risa facil&lt;br /&gt;hasta casi boba,&lt;br /&gt;loca, lunatica en luna llena&lt;br /&gt;Complice, picara y traviesa&lt;br /&gt;Espiritu libre&lt;br /&gt;Rio sin muelles&lt;br /&gt;(Fluye -no huye-&lt;br /&gt;Escapa, disipa…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...APRENDIZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cual es la mesura de las cosas?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando es mucho y cuando poco?&lt;br /&gt;Con que red se mide&lt;br /&gt;Cuando poco es mucho&lt;br /&gt;Y mucho poco?&lt;br /&gt;Las aguas suben&lt;br /&gt;y bajan Pasada la parafernalia electrica de la cima&lt;br /&gt;ejecución de luna llena&lt;br /&gt;Lo pendiente se completa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la mirada Relajada Incide&lt;br /&gt;Atraviesa restos de cosas&lt;br /&gt;El ojo, celeste vibra&lt;br /&gt;Despierta al azul, cielo&lt;br /&gt;Casi violeta&lt;br /&gt;Algo crea.&lt;br /&gt;Puertas de par en par abieras&lt;br /&gt;Decanta la cadencia al final del poema&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se acomoda&lt;br /&gt;El espacio se asienta&lt;br /&gt;Todo vuelve, llega&lt;br /&gt;El cosmos entra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2006/06/cette-nuit-blanche.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-114778094231392768</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 May 2006 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-30T02:17:17.830-07:00</atom:updated><title>transito</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Tarde, de copas y espadas&lt;br /&gt;En la intensidad del agua&lt;br /&gt;marchita Miseria humana&lt;br /&gt;Escondida en una lagrima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo es pasajero&lt;br /&gt;Alma en vuelo&lt;br /&gt;Es uno el cielo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;ahora el tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;spirits haunt me to the point of insanity&lt;br /&gt;and so they leave me&lt;br /&gt;in a state of melancholy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminando el borde,&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de la linea se entreveia&lt;br /&gt;Un personaje de anteojos de marco negro&lt;br /&gt;Y maletin de cuero&lt;br /&gt;Del que salian libros de mitologia&lt;br /&gt;Apurando el paso, llegando al subterraneo&lt;br /&gt;palabras caian&lt;br /&gt;como el vino de anoche&lt;br /&gt;como caia uno de niño&lt;br /&gt;por un tobogán de acentos&lt;br /&gt;y tildes y formas amorfas&lt;br /&gt;y asi cae el vino de anoche&lt;br /&gt;recien de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;con residuos noctambulos&lt;br /&gt;se revela el alma ante edificios y artefactos&lt;br /&gt;si me vieras aquí parada&lt;br /&gt;en la linea fina de entrehoras&lt;br /&gt;sobredosis de tinto y tinta que tanto extrañaba&lt;br /&gt;cuando cae el vino&lt;br /&gt;mucho después de la noche haber caido&lt;br /&gt;detrás de estos anteojos&lt;br /&gt;dentro del maletin, en algun relato de algun libro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2006/05/transito.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-114676167841867789</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2006 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-08T08:06:58.210-08:00</atom:updated><title>quiet desperation</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/1600/tempus%20fugit.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/320/tempus%20fugit.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Por que nos encontramos tan sobre la hora?&lt;br /&gt;Con minutos y palabras contadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tenemos tiempo para tirar manteca al techo&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo nos tiene. Nos lleva atados&lt;br /&gt;Me duele en la piel y en las líneas de las manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos faltan decisiones afiladas&lt;br /&gt;el paso firme, la letra clara&lt;br /&gt;burlar a las agujas, vencer la cobardía   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Que muerde mis uñas y mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Nos hace falta el tiempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;atardeceres en humo fundidos&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo no espera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;El tiempo de sueños&lt;br /&gt;De sueños que nos hacen falta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/320/tiempo.0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2006/05/quiet-desperation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-114613450547971336</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 10:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-30T02:15:37.803-07:00</atom:updated><title>automne</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/1600/oto??o.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/1600/oto??o.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1118/320/oto%3F%3Fo.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terminan de caer las hojas secas&lt;br /&gt;y hoy&lt;br /&gt;con mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;puedo atravesar&lt;br /&gt;         los cristales&lt;br /&gt;                  del cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incomoda el silencio&lt;br /&gt;anunciando la partida&lt;br /&gt;al vislumbrar la orilla detrás del rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2006/04/automne_27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-113281214166740164</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2005 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-05T17:07:16.720-07:00</atom:updated><title>xtinguir</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;Quiero creer que el verde no se extingue&lt;br /&gt;El verde que vibra&lt;br /&gt;Verde es vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ver siempre el azul del cielo&lt;br /&gt;Tanto me entristece&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto mas ilumina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sentir amor verdadero&lt;br /&gt;No buscarme en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Matar el ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que de ego negro mueran el verde&lt;br /&gt;El azul, el agua, el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que un puño extinga la mano&lt;br /&gt;Quiero creer que la humanidad no se extingue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dejes que la ilusion nuble mi mirada&lt;br /&gt;Cuidame de la peste de palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no se extinga la llama&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad llama&lt;br /&gt;En silencio ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Courier New;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;acaso hay algo&lt;br /&gt;que no sea (en) vano?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2005/11/xtinguir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-113272404895412780</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2005 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-28T13:51:59.223-07:00</atom:updated><title>01.10</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Ignoro&lt;br /&gt;(aunque no niego)&lt;br /&gt;el miedo a lo concreto&lt;br /&gt;a esta poesia que choca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;en las paredes temporales&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mi cabeza hueca&lt;br /&gt;queda alguna palabra suelta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acaso le tengo miedo?&lt;br /&gt;O rechazo a lo terreno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuanto me tienta&lt;br /&gt;Un reflejo&lt;br /&gt;En cualquier par de ojos&lt;br /&gt;La ilusion simétrica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01.10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que se cuela&lt;br /&gt;From a distant fabric&lt;br /&gt;de otro texto&lt;br /&gt;empuja a ...&lt;br /&gt;la hoja en blanco&lt;br /&gt;un salto alto&lt;br /&gt;al horizonte infinito&lt;br /&gt;y quiebra por la mitad tus pupilas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;y cuanto me tienta&lt;br /&gt;un reflejo, una simetría&lt;br /&gt;en cualquier par de ojos&lt;br /&gt;comprendida&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2005/11/0110.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-113271587438638415</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2005 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-11-22T19:17:54.390-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/298/8714/640/magie.0.jpg&#39;&gt;&lt;img border=&#39;0&#39; style=&#39;border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px&#39; src=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/298/8714/320/magie.0.jpg&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magie noir&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&#39;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&#39; target=&#39;ext&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&#39; alt=&#39;Posted by Picasa&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; style=&#39;border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;&#39; align=&#39;absmiddle&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2005/11/magie-noir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19084463.post-113228870143883063</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-02T07:10:55.393-08:00</atom:updated><title>M. .I am only I.</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;color:#333333;&quot;&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;M for mystery&lt;br /&gt;M for magic&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;no te confundas&lt;br /&gt;si alguna vez me alcanzas/tocas&lt;br /&gt;(soy fragil, me quiebro)&lt;br /&gt;lejos estoy de quien pensas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me llames, no me nombres&lt;br /&gt;no me deshagas en palabras&lt;br /&gt;no soy una idea&lt;br /&gt;(por mas que intente ser clara)&lt;br /&gt;escapo al concepto&lt;br /&gt;que condena miradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy un par de ojos&lt;br /&gt;sueñan/reflejan el cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un par de pies&lt;br /&gt;se escapan del suelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un corazon inhóspito&lt;br /&gt;una mente disipativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;busco agua y busco sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;busco sin definición&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;en sutilidades de nameless emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;porque solo pienso en poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;me encantan los silencios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;y le temo a los espejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;(soy solo otro espejo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;I am only I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;un alma informal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;que lucha por a piece of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;una gota de agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;polvo de estrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;una particula de ceniza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;queintenta vencer la gravedad&lt;br /&gt;de la gravedad&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mag-a-zine.blogspot.com/2005/11/m-i-am-only-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Oeil mécanique)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>