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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-8553371068120412587.post-4392725138453208310</id><published>2011-11-16T21:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:49:17.899-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>le enciende la sed / le toca la miel / le roba la piel / si lo van a llamar amor, que sea cuanto antes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4392725138453208310?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4392725138453208310/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-6310180832289997159</id><published>2011-11-15T17:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:28:16.010-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>la palabra es energía alternativa / no agota los recursos / no daña el planeta / y nos pone en movimiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6310180832289997159?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6310180832289997159/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-4139680681528514082</id><published>2011-11-15T17:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:20:04.635-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>a quienes me siguen: sepan que / en cuanto lleguemos / me iré a otro lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4139680681528514082?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4139680681528514082/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=4139680681528514082' title='0 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type='text'>la muerte nos asombra / es decir, nos vuelve sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2094273941562308892?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2094273941562308892/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2094273941562308892' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2094273941562308892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2094273941562308892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-muerte-nos-asombra-es-decir-nos.html' title='la muerte nos asombra / es decir, nos vuelve sombra'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-6620550004459897828</id><published>2011-10-22T07:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T07:15:13.117-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>a ciertas horas mi ciudad es un pueblo / y yo también</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6620550004459897828?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-8801571323397537768</id><published>2011-10-18T10:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:39:28.368-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>atrapo palabras / las encarcelo en un verso / para decir que soy libre de decir lo que quiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-8801571323397537768?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8801571323397537768/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-889860094216178939</id><published>2011-10-17T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:39:28.373-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>no es amor / es un viento en la copa de un árbol / es una veintena de hojas liberadas / es un pájaro y su ala sobre un nido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-889860094216178939?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/889860094216178939/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=889860094216178939' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/889860094216178939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/889860094216178939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-es-amor-es-un-viento-en-la-copa-de.html' title='no es amor / es un viento en la copa de un árbol / es una veintena de hojas liberadas / es un pájaro y su ala sobre un nido'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-7981678529544277407</id><published>2011-10-16T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:20:17.755-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>parto en misión espacial / hacia los dos oscuros planetas de tus ojos / en busca de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7981678529544277407?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7981678529544277407/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=7981678529544277407' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7981678529544277407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7981678529544277407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/10/parto-en-mision-espacial-hacia-los-dos.html' title='parto en misión espacial / hacia los dos oscuros planetas de tus ojos / en busca de vida'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-3105997605876240987</id><published>2011-10-14T06:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:42:44.619-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>mañana, tarde y vos / mi noche sos vos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3105997605876240987?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3105997605876240987/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=3105997605876240987' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3105997605876240987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3105997605876240987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/10/manana-tarde-y-vos-mi-noche-sos-vos.html' title='mañana, tarde y vos / mi noche sos vos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-6827394166139778904</id><published>2011-10-12T07:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:43:45.736-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>américa descubierta / cubierta de sangre / el barro de una historia pisoteada / de un silencio que no sabe cómo callar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6827394166139778904?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6827394166139778904/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=6827394166139778904' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6827394166139778904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6827394166139778904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/10/america-descubierta-cubierta-de-sangre.html' title='américa descubierta / cubierta de sangre / el barro de una historia pisoteada / de un silencio que no sabe cómo callar'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-2023105215340452474</id><published>2011-10-11T18:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:12:51.748-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>esa mujer amanece en lo mejor de la noche / es mi vida / cada uno de mis días / ninguna muerte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2023105215340452474?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2023105215340452474/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2023105215340452474' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2023105215340452474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2023105215340452474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/10/esa-mujer-amanece-en-lo-mejor-de-la.html' title='esa mujer amanece en lo mejor de la noche / es mi vida / cada uno de mis días / ninguna muerte'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-3001995346840337479</id><published>2011-10-05T06:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T06:18:39.177-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>me río / la corriente desemboca en un mar de gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3001995346840337479?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3001995346840337479/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-8284115713163710282</id><published>2011-09-30T19:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:05:57.224-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>tu amor / antídoto de besos y miel para el correr del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-8284115713163710282?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8284115713163710282/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=8284115713163710282' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/8284115713163710282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/8284115713163710282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/09/tu-amor-antidoto-de-besos-y-miel-para.html' title='tu amor / antídoto de besos y miel para el correr del tiempo'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-3933054569118522544</id><published>2011-09-28T06:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T06:24:01.794-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>náufrago por decisión propia / navego evadiendo a los que quieren rescatarme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3933054569118522544?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3933054569118522544/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=3933054569118522544' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3933054569118522544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3933054569118522544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/09/naufrago-por-decision-propia-navego.html' title='náufrago por decisión propia / navego evadiendo a los que quieren rescatarme'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-2963488848240122648</id><published>2011-09-21T06:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:20:07.571-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>me alcanza con una breve estadía en tus ojos para conocer el país de mi felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2963488848240122648?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2963488848240122648/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2963488848240122648' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2963488848240122648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2963488848240122648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/09/me-alcanza-con-una-breve-estadia-en-tus.html' title='me alcanza con una breve estadía en tus ojos para conocer el país de mi felicidad'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-239446148377359870</id><published>2011-08-26T21:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T21:12:52.271-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>lo que hay de nube en cada palabra tuya / el decir de tus dulces lluvias / es para mi tierra, mis ríos / los mares que detento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-239446148377359870?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/239446148377359870/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=239446148377359870' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/239446148377359870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/239446148377359870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/08/lo-que-hay-de-nube-en-cada-palabra-tuya.html' title='lo que hay de nube en cada palabra tuya / el decir de tus dulces lluvias / es para mi tierra, mis ríos / los mares que detento'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-3337629218306084780</id><published>2011-08-24T20:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:55:35.248-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>soy eso que está en tu boca / cuando todos ya se han ido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3337629218306084780?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3337629218306084780/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=3337629218306084780' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3337629218306084780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3337629218306084780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/08/soy-eso-que-esta-en-tu-boca-cuando.html' title='soy eso que está en tu boca / cuando todos ya se han ido'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-5005201379905744496</id><published>2011-08-24T20:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:53:47.867-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>transito mis días como un turista de cementerio / en una ciudad donde escasean los vivos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-5005201379905744496?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5005201379905744496/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=5005201379905744496' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/5005201379905744496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/5005201379905744496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/08/transito-mis-dias-como-un-turista-de.html' title='transito mis días como un turista de cementerio / en una ciudad donde escasean los vivos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-4094305153946143917</id><published>2011-08-12T20:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T20:53:08.822-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>el famoso correr de los días / el menos conocido caminar de las noches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4094305153946143917?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4094305153946143917/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=4094305153946143917' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4094305153946143917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4094305153946143917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/08/el-famoso-correr-de-los-dias-el-menos.html' title='el famoso correr de los días / el menos conocido caminar de las noches'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-4398873132771644471</id><published>2011-08-08T00:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T00:18:31.756-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>amor con medias y descalzo / amor a gritos, en silencio / amor de danza y reposado / amor de viento, subterráneo / amor al fin / comienzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4398873132771644471?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4398873132771644471/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=4398873132771644471' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4398873132771644471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4398873132771644471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/08/amor-con-medias-y-descalzo-amor-gritos.html' title='amor con medias y descalzo / amor a gritos, en silencio / amor de danza y reposado / amor de viento, subterráneo / amor al fin / comienzo'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-2959945069691105664</id><published>2011-07-30T22:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T22:16:35.964-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>esta noche de sombra en los cabellos / de ojos en línea con más ojos / esta noche de violines en los labios / de amor y lo que sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2959945069691105664?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2959945069691105664/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2959945069691105664' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2959945069691105664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2959945069691105664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/esta-noche-de-sombra-en-los-cabellos-de.html' title='esta noche de sombra en los cabellos / de ojos en línea con más ojos / esta noche de violines en los labios / de amor y lo que sea'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-7007493288190616745</id><published>2011-07-29T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:31:22.577-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>dejo este beso por el momento / no abro los ojos / ya viene otro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7007493288190616745?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7007493288190616745/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=7007493288190616745' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7007493288190616745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7007493288190616745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/dejo-este-beso-por-el-momento-no-abro.html' title='dejo este beso por el momento / no abro los ojos / ya viene otro'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-4323552282637935807</id><published>2011-07-27T01:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:06:18.150-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>la luna aspira a ser sol pero es su reflejo / los poetas le escriben / sueñan a la luna / porque saben de reflejos / y de querer ser otros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4323552282637935807?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4323552282637935807/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=4323552282637935807' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4323552282637935807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4323552282637935807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-luna-aspira-ser-sol-pero-es-su.html' title='la luna aspira a ser sol pero es su reflejo / los poetas le escriben / sueñan a la luna / porque saben de reflejos / y de querer ser otros'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-1591005246832670115</id><published>2011-07-26T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:02:35.053-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>cuando hay poesía son los dedos los que se escurren entre la arena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-1591005246832670115?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1591005246832670115/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=1591005246832670115' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1591005246832670115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1591005246832670115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/cuando-hay-poesia-son-los-dedos-los-que.html' title='cuando hay poesía son los dedos los que se escurren entre la arena'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-6227561626760260013</id><published>2011-07-22T09:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:02:34.347-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>extranjero de mí / parto en busca de pequeñas libertades / para volver a la patria donde nunca viví</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6227561626760260013?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6227561626760260013/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=6227561626760260013' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6227561626760260013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6227561626760260013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/extranjero-de-mi-parto-en-busca-de.html' title='extranjero de mí / parto en busca de pequeñas libertades / para volver a la patria donde nunca viví'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-2091897967239303397</id><published>2011-07-20T07:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T07:15:34.719-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>somos amigos / basta con mirarnos para construir mundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2091897967239303397?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2091897967239303397/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2091897967239303397' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2091897967239303397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2091897967239303397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/somos-amigos-basta-con-mirarnos-para.html' title='somos amigos / basta con mirarnos para construir mundos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-4029524437696328766</id><published>2011-07-13T17:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T17:18:44.143-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>el tiempo se ha enamorado / los relojes del mundo ya no tienen agujas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4029524437696328766?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4029524437696328766/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=4029524437696328766' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4029524437696328766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4029524437696328766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-tiempo-se-ha-enamorado-los-relojes.html' title='el tiempo se ha enamorado / los relojes del mundo ya no tienen agujas'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-6161268489049315416</id><published>2011-07-05T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:15:03.046-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>que a esa lágrima la beba el viento / que se haga río, océano / o que alguien le busque casa y dueño / como a un perro de calle y sus pulgas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6161268489049315416?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6161268489049315416/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=6161268489049315416' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6161268489049315416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6161268489049315416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-esa-lagrima-la-beba-el-viento-que.html' title='que a esa lágrima la beba el viento / que se haga río, océano / o que alguien le busque casa y dueño / como a un perro de calle y sus pulgas'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-7422171682331420138</id><published>2011-06-29T22:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:11:31.131-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ay, mujer / este abandono a la hora de la noche / ay, este sabor a labio de mi boca / ay, mujer / tu mapa, tu amor o lo que sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7422171682331420138?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7422171682331420138/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=7422171682331420138' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7422171682331420138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7422171682331420138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/ay-mujer-este-abandono-la-hora-de-la.html' title='ay, mujer / este abandono a la hora de la noche / ay, este sabor a labio de mi boca / ay, mujer / tu mapa, tu amor o lo que sea'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-2512594007813925308</id><published>2011-06-24T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:18:02.282-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>el niño dibuja aire en el aire / baila sin música / ríe volcánico / la felicidad lo mira atónita, como si necesitara aprender de él</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2512594007813925308?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2512594007813925308/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2512594007813925308' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2512594007813925308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2512594007813925308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-nino-dibuja-aire-en-el-aire-baila.html' title='el niño dibuja aire en el aire / baila sin música / ríe volcánico / la felicidad lo mira atónita, como si necesitara aprender de él'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-5068035789211098269</id><published>2011-06-20T01:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T01:40:30.847-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>entonces hay una ventana / el frío es gris del otro lado / entonces acá somos dos / da igual un beso o toda la paz del mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-5068035789211098269?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5068035789211098269/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-6083555886508040392</id><published>2011-06-19T23:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:26:47.808-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>la felicidad del hijo que ha presenciado alguno de los nacimientos de su padre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6083555886508040392?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6083555886508040392/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=6083555886508040392' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6083555886508040392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6083555886508040392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-felicidad-del-hijo-que-ha.html' title='la felicidad del hijo que ha presenciado alguno de los nacimientos de su padre'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-6325273514034241837</id><published>2011-06-15T21:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T21:39:59.460-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>comparto esta sangre en catarata / esta bomba de músculos / este tornado de sed / este amor que ya no cabe ni en nosotros dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6325273514034241837?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6325273514034241837/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=6325273514034241837' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6325273514034241837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6325273514034241837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/comparto-esta-sangre-en-catarata-esta.html' title='comparto esta sangre en catarata / esta bomba de músculos / este tornado de sed / este amor que ya no cabe ni en nosotros dos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-613280535811811593</id><published>2011-06-15T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T21:35:06.517-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>llorar / el verbo de esta noche / una palabra sin vocales / un tibio lugar donde dormir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-613280535811811593?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/613280535811811593/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=613280535811811593' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/613280535811811593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/613280535811811593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/llorar-el-verbo-de-esta-noche-una.html' title='llorar / el verbo de esta noche / una palabra sin vocales / un tibio lugar donde dormir'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-4500097251363530482</id><published>2011-06-11T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:46:10.331-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>no me fui / estuve de vacaciones en una mujer / en un tiempo compartido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4500097251363530482?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4500097251363530482/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-7269997864264431420</id><published>2011-06-05T23:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:33:46.909-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ella y la música de sus dedos / él y su sexo en partitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7269997864264431420?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7269997864264431420/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=7269997864264431420' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7269997864264431420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7269997864264431420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/ella-y-la-musica-de-sus-dedos-el-y-su.html' title='ella y la música de sus dedos / él y su sexo en partitura'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-8690252616400840047</id><published>2011-06-01T21:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:05:30.079-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>buen viaje, hombre / ahí veo a la muerte pudorosa ante tanta vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-8690252616400840047?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8690252616400840047/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=8690252616400840047' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/8690252616400840047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/8690252616400840047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/buen-viaje-hombre-ahi-veo-la-muerte.html' title='buen viaje, hombre / ahí veo a la muerte pudorosa ante tanta vida'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-6470787514333202342</id><published>2011-05-30T18:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:21:12.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>estamos en lo mismo / vos con tus manos amigas / yo con el sueño y los miedos / ellos con sus ojos cerrados / todos en lo mismo mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6470787514333202342?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6470787514333202342/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=6470787514333202342' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6470787514333202342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6470787514333202342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/estamos-en-lo-mismo-vos-con-tus-manos.html' title='estamos en lo mismo / vos con tus manos amigas / yo con el sueño y los miedos / ellos con sus ojos cerrados / todos en lo mismo mundo'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-4952543947426868079</id><published>2011-05-24T14:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T14:37:52.057-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>me calma saber que voy a soñarte de corrido / de día y de noche / de lunes a lunes / hasta el instante de mi muerte / inclusive y después</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4952543947426868079?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4952543947426868079/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=4952543947426868079' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4952543947426868079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4952543947426868079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-calma-saber-que-voy-sonarte-de.html' title='me calma saber que voy a soñarte de corrido / de día y de noche / de lunes a lunes / hasta el instante de mi muerte / inclusive y después'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-2873896010307818434</id><published>2011-05-22T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:41:16.186-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>en la calle hago camino de dos / camino de cuatro / en la calle hago avenida / hago gente / hago mundo / en la calle rebelión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2873896010307818434?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2873896010307818434/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2873896010307818434' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2873896010307818434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2873896010307818434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/en-la-calle-hago-camino-de-dos-camino.html' title='en la calle hago camino de dos / camino de cuatro / en la calle hago avenida / hago gente / hago mundo / en la calle rebelión'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-1135768234386237881</id><published>2011-05-22T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:37:01.186-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>cultivo palabras de caballo rocinante / en las que galopar hasta que el silencio ya no pueda más</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-1135768234386237881?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1135768234386237881/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-2908468870196179188</id><published>2011-05-20T21:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:24:10.752-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>intento una mujer en mi cuerpo / su cara de lengua y sus ojos / intento su nombre y su mundo / hasta que yo pueda vivir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2908468870196179188?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2908468870196179188/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2908468870196179188' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2908468870196179188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2908468870196179188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/intento-una-mujer-en-mi-cuerpo-su-cara.html' title='intento una mujer en mi cuerpo / su cara de lengua y sus ojos / intento su nombre y su mundo / hasta que yo pueda vivir'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-5057971817130701525</id><published>2011-05-20T07:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:41:02.745-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>Tienen aire entre la piel y el hueso / usan palabras de brisa y viento / antes preguntaban qué era el amor / ahora lo saben</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-5057971817130701525?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5057971817130701525/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=5057971817130701525' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/5057971817130701525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/5057971817130701525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/tienen-aire-entre-la-piel-y-el-hueso.html' title='Tienen aire entre la piel y el hueso / usan palabras de brisa y viento / antes preguntaban qué era el amor / ahora lo saben'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-4494277277238103075</id><published>2011-05-18T07:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T07:13:39.832-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>no le encuentro otra piel a mi mano / no le encuentro otro labio a mi boca / estoy soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4494277277238103075?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4494277277238103075/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-8595840420750800688</id><published>2011-05-09T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:22:05.689-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>amor, se me rebelaron los ojos / apenas veo una nube / y si los cierro / si los cierro, amor / aparecés vos / tan linda que no puedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-8595840420750800688?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8595840420750800688/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-7293322030672836437</id><published>2011-05-09T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:16:15.763-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>la tibieza de los hombros de la mujer / la sed de los hombres de la mujer / la inconciencia de los hambres de la mujer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7293322030672836437?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7293322030672836437/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=7293322030672836437' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7293322030672836437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7293322030672836437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-tibieza-de-los-hombros-de-la-mujer.html' title='la tibieza de los hombros de la mujer / la sed de los hombres de la mujer / la inconciencia de los hambres de la mujer'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-386147158957553371</id><published>2011-05-04T08:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:52:13.607-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>el mar / unas veces calmo como los muertos / otras, con la espuma y la furia de los que seguimos vivos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-386147158957553371?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/386147158957553371/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-2626353514149688446</id><published>2011-05-03T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:41:05.115-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>a los insectos que nadan en mis venas / los quiero cuando muerden / más cuando hacen cosquillas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2626353514149688446?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2626353514149688446/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2626353514149688446' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2626353514149688446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2626353514149688446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/los-insectos-que-nadan-en-mis-venas-los.html' title='a los insectos que nadan en mis venas / los quiero cuando muerden / más cuando hacen cosquillas'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-2503468226884196559</id><published>2011-04-27T06:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:48:12.007-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>expreso para salir de mi cárcel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2503468226884196559?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2503468226884196559/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2503468226884196559' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2503468226884196559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2503468226884196559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/expreso-para-salir-de-mi-carcel.html' title='expreso para salir de mi cárcel'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-2425790904491985643</id><published>2011-04-13T06:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T06:46:38.275-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>tu cuerpo sin mapa / allí me pierdo</title><content 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pierdo'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-9217410721445892801</id><published>2011-03-29T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:29:00.609-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ella y su risa desnuda / el pasaje gratuito hacia cualquier mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-9217410721445892801?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9217410721445892801/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-8829154154077292847</id><published>2011-03-26T07:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T07:20:24.028-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>no hay humedad en las hojas de un libro / son hojas secas / como las que el otoño esparce en algunos rincones de uno mismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-8829154154077292847?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8829154154077292847/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=8829154154077292847' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/8829154154077292847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/8829154154077292847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-hay-humedad-en-las-hojas-de-un-libro.html' title='no hay humedad en las hojas de un libro / son hojas secas / como las que el otoño esparce en algunos rincones de uno mismo'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-5186844133097816063</id><published>2011-03-23T18:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:10:51.824-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>quiero a ese pez que nada en mi espalda cuando me miras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-5186844133097816063?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5186844133097816063/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=5186844133097816063' title='0 Comentarios'/><link 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misma que señala y acusa / la que toma comida / la misma que toca y alivia / la que cuenta el dinero o lo rompe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-1028453103712545067?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1028453103712545067/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=1028453103712545067' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1028453103712545067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1028453103712545067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/esta-mano-que-escribe-la-misma-que.html' title='esta mano que escribe / la misma que señala y acusa / la que toma comida / la misma que toca y alivia / la que cuenta el dinero o lo rompe'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-3728467707834317417</id><published>2011-03-10T19:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:18:41.165-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>amor que con las medias puestas me dice amor / que con la boca abierta me dice amor / que con los ojos le pide al llanto una tregua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3728467707834317417?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3728467707834317417/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=3728467707834317417' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3728467707834317417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3728467707834317417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor-que-con-las-medias-puestas-me-dice.html' title='amor que con las medias puestas me dice amor / que con la boca abierta me dice amor / que con los ojos le pide al llanto una tregua'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-1113234168970593813</id><published>2011-03-09T18:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:28:42.297-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>do re mi ya soy así</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-1113234168970593813?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1113234168970593813/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=1113234168970593813' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1113234168970593813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1113234168970593813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-re-mi-ya-soy-asi.html' title='do re mi ya soy así'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-1497195694032801966</id><published>2011-03-04T19:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:14:23.264-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>una multitud de ventanas abiertas / gente que se asoma y se mira / para no caerse de sus cuartos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-1497195694032801966?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1497195694032801966/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=1497195694032801966' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1497195694032801966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1497195694032801966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/una-multitud-de-ventanas-abiertas-gente.html' title='una multitud de ventanas abiertas / gente que se asoma y se mira / para no caerse de sus cuartos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-4980146498679030356</id><published>2011-03-02T19:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:48:20.852-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>una canción para dormir / otra canción para vivir / un niño de música nos lleva de la mano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4980146498679030356?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4980146498679030356/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=4980146498679030356' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4980146498679030356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4980146498679030356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/una-cancion-para-dormir-otra-cancion.html' title='una canción para dormir / otra canción para vivir / un niño de música nos lleva de la mano'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-7161238926735845323</id><published>2011-03-01T17:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:57:13.156-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ella y él narran su mundo a su manera / dioses sin apuro que hablan el idioma de los ciegos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7161238926735845323?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7161238926735845323/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=7161238926735845323' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7161238926735845323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7161238926735845323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/ella-y-el-narran-su-mundo-su-manera.html' title='ella y él narran su mundo a su manera / dioses sin apuro que hablan el idioma de los ciegos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-1324987783293482334</id><published>2011-02-28T18:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:27:24.351-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>que hable / que diga lo que quiera / mientras miro el baile de su lengua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-1324987783293482334?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1324987783293482334/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=1324987783293482334' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1324987783293482334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1324987783293482334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-hable-que-diga-lo-que-quiera.html' title='que hable / que diga lo que quiera / mientras miro el baile de su lengua'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-1814171059410332184</id><published>2011-01-13T19:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:35:54.172-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>mis ojos, hacia el otro lado de la ventana / soy el pájaro que sólo mira el aire de su jaula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-1814171059410332184?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1814171059410332184/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=1814171059410332184' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1814171059410332184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1814171059410332184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/01/mis-ojos-hacia-el-otro-lado-de-la.html' title='mis ojos, hacia el otro lado de la ventana / soy el pájaro que sólo mira el aire de su jaula'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-3337484158324181747</id><published>2011-01-12T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:42:11.021-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>vas a latir tanto, amor / el aire será tan mío como el tiempo que me queda / en tus manos arderá un gusto a océano / atlántico y pacífico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3337484158324181747?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3337484158324181747/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=3337484158324181747' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3337484158324181747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3337484158324181747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/01/vas-latir-tanto-amor-el-aire-sera-tan.html' title='vas a latir tanto, amor / el aire será tan mío como el tiempo que me queda / en tus manos arderá un gusto a océano / atlántico y pacífico'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-1107067743581698791</id><published>2011-01-11T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:39:34.735-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>colores / una mujer bañada de sol / un arcoiris en la boca de un niño</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-1107067743581698791?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1107067743581698791/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=1107067743581698791' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1107067743581698791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1107067743581698791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/01/colores-una-mujer-banada-de-sol-un.html' title='colores / una mujer bañada de sol / un arcoiris en la boca de un niño'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-3821471297425876853</id><published>2011-01-07T19:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:21:57.828-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>está dormida la poesía / descansa su palabra / y yo, esclavo voluntario, la velo en una silla / para calmarla si llora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3821471297425876853?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3821471297425876853/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=3821471297425876853' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3821471297425876853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3821471297425876853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/01/esta-dormida-la-poesia-descansa-su.html' title='está dormida la poesía / descansa su palabra / y yo, esclavo voluntario, la velo en una silla / para calmarla si llora'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-7907721020337114762</id><published>2011-01-06T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:35:09.070-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ahora el cuerpo se llena de cuerpo / y cae un beso / como un higo sobre su propia sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7907721020337114762?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7907721020337114762/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-4349385175423513352</id><published>2011-01-05T19:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:20:03.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>mi voz grave / mi mano aguda / mi sexo esdrújulo / escribe y habla, mujer, con estas palabras / todo lo que desees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4349385175423513352?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4349385175423513352/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-7683956559427355625</id><published>2011-01-04T18:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:25:58.709-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ella tenía una noche para mí / últimamente sólo se la pasa amaneciendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7683956559427355625?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7683956559427355625/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=7683956559427355625' title='0 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type='text'>ella es una palabra que nadie dice / la que se calla / la del silencio / es una mujer con todos los sentidos imposibles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3837600040352664003?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3837600040352664003/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=3837600040352664003' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3837600040352664003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3837600040352664003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/01/ella-es-una-palabra-que-nadie-dice-la.html' title='ella es una palabra que nadie dice / la que se calla / la del silencio / es una mujer con todos los sentidos imposibles'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-744116993941398851</id><published>2011-01-03T19:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:54:21.126-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>la vida no es tu boca ni la noche de tu boca / ni el río que empuja tu lengua / ni cada párpado muriendo / es ese abrazo que exhalamos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-744116993941398851?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/744116993941398851/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=744116993941398851' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/744116993941398851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/744116993941398851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-vida-no-es-tu-boca-ni-la-noche-de-tu.html' title='la vida no es tu boca ni la noche de tu boca / ni el río que empuja tu lengua / ni cada párpado muriendo / es ese abrazo que exhalamos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-7870199585501556509</id><published>2010-12-30T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:47:01.823-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>llevo un nombre y un apellido / vivo en una coordenada de una ciudad / tengo una edad / pero soy cuando escribo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7870199585501556509?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-6462028377723252285</id><published>2010-12-30T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:52:18.217-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>la mujer que se asoma detrás de la puerta es también animal marino / que nada / que danza en las profundidades / que sólo se ahoga en mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6462028377723252285?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6462028377723252285/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-3994512962258856823</id><published>2010-12-30T16:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:48:37.181-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>tengo dos manos / una es para vos / la otra, para mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3994512962258856823?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3994512962258856823/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=3994512962258856823' title='0 Comentarios'/><link 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verla / poseerla / hacerla más blanca, más luna / una luna que es minuto de todos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4036984125859637329?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4036984125859637329/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=4036984125859637329' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4036984125859637329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4036984125859637329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-luna-un-instante-para-verla-poseerla.html' title='la luna / un instante para verla / poseerla / hacerla más blanca, más luna / una luna que es minuto de todos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-965988501991553344</id><published>2010-12-14T16:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:00:21.750-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>que el mundo sepa que a mi sueño lo hiciste vos / a pinceladas y a besos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-965988501991553344?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/965988501991553344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=965988501991553344' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/965988501991553344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/965988501991553344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-el-mundo-sepa-que-mi-sueno-lo.html' title='que el mundo sepa que a mi sueño lo hiciste vos / a pinceladas y a besos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-228336269574643036</id><published>2010-12-14T15:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:39:11.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>la vida no pasa como un tiempo / tampoco viento / pasa como un anciano que, perdido, pregunta domicilios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-228336269574643036?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-4610909021182371902</id><published>2010-12-09T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:55:03.462-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>viajo por una extensa ruta en la que mi mano se empecina en llevar la tuya / ese sol y su rebaño de nubes también nos sigue, amor / y admira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4610909021182371902?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4610909021182371902/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-660604186586267601</id><published>2010-12-05T11:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:05:18.860-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>¿cuántas veces se nace en la vida? ¿el día de un beso? ¿el día de un hijo? ¿el día de un amor? ¿el día de una risa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-660604186586267601?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/660604186586267601/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=660604186586267601' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/660604186586267601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/660604186586267601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/12/cuantas-veces-se-nace-en-la-vida-el-dia.html' title='¿cuántas veces se nace en la vida? ¿el día de un beso? ¿el día de un hijo? ¿el día de un amor? ¿el día de una risa?'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-6159169658853292077</id><published>2010-12-03T19:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:58:30.447-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>un pasaje de ida y vuelta en una canción / hasta el lugar que quiera / hasta el tiempo que pueda / un viaje acorde y sin escalas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6159169658853292077?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6159169658853292077/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=6159169658853292077' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6159169658853292077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6159169658853292077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-pasaje-de-ida-y-vuelta-en-una.html' title='un pasaje de ida y vuelta en una canción / hasta el lugar que quiera / hasta el tiempo que pueda / un viaje acorde y sin escalas'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-2348893901777003789</id><published>2010-12-03T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:37:01.305-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>no espero a una persona / espero a una lengua, a unos labios / a todos sus recorridos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-2348893901777003789?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2348893901777003789/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=2348893901777003789' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2348893901777003789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/2348893901777003789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-espero-una-persona-espero-una-lengua.html' title='no espero a una persona / espero a una lengua, a unos labios / a todos sus recorridos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-6106268760864261220</id><published>2010-11-28T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:35:06.968-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>si no es un insecto lo que me devora la tráquea / será al menos un miedo, un amor / será una duda en pañales / o una luna de llanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6106268760864261220?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6106268760864261220/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=6106268760864261220' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6106268760864261220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6106268760864261220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/11/si-no-es-un-insecto-lo-que-me-devora-la.html' title='si no es un insecto lo que me devora la tráquea / será al menos un miedo, un amor / será una duda en pañales / o una luna de llanto'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-3053544084699229538</id><published>2010-11-18T22:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:20:22.015-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>no soy yo el que escribe / es la noche que me dicta / la que me estrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3053544084699229538?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3053544084699229538/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=3053544084699229538' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3053544084699229538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/3053544084699229538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-soy-yo-el-que-escribe-es-la-noche.html' title='no soy yo el que escribe / es la noche que me dicta / la que me estrella'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-7170612276590216456</id><published>2010-11-18T22:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:17:52.341-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ay, mi niña de los pelos de otoño / tengo el sol que te abre, con su atardecer más bello / tengo el cielo centinela que nos sabe amando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7170612276590216456?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7170612276590216456/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=7170612276590216456' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7170612276590216456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7170612276590216456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/11/ay-mi-nina-de-los-pelos-de-otono-tengo.html' title='ay, mi niña de los pelos de otoño / tengo el sol que te abre, con su atardecer más bello / tengo el cielo centinela que nos sabe amando'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-8520949479445287859</id><published>2010-11-18T22:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:19:35.133-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>un silencio huidizo a la altura de tus párpados / una palabra deshidratada que el amor dejó en el descuido de un beso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-8520949479445287859?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8520949479445287859/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=8520949479445287859' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/8520949479445287859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/8520949479445287859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/11/un-silencio-huidizo-la-altura-de-tus.html' title='un silencio huidizo a la altura de tus párpados / una palabra deshidratada que el amor dejó en el descuido de un beso'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-4711272797913517897</id><published>2010-11-05T22:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:07:37.210-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>caricias, manos, besos / todo un tiempo urgente para dos / mujer de reloj que me transcurre / me recorre / tic tacto tic tacto tic tacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4711272797913517897?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4711272797913517897/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=4711272797913517897' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4711272797913517897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/4711272797913517897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/11/caricias-manos-besos-todo-un-tiempo.html' title='caricias, manos, besos / todo un tiempo urgente para dos / mujer de reloj que me transcurre / me recorre / tic tacto tic tacto tic tacto'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-7558325875158848304</id><published>2010-11-03T20:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:49:34.310-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>alguien habla del miedo / la pesadilla huye en puntas de pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-7558325875158848304?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7558325875158848304/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=7558325875158848304' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7558325875158848304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/7558325875158848304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/11/alguien-habla-del-miedo-la-pesadilla.html' title='alguien habla del miedo / la pesadilla huye en puntas de pie'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-1980111188177703493</id><published>2010-10-23T22:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:28:43.324-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>la sangre camina la vena como un hombre triste la vera de un río / es amor en silencio / silencio en dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-1980111188177703493?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1980111188177703493/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=1980111188177703493' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1980111188177703493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/1980111188177703493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-sangre-camina-la-vena-como-un-hombre.html' title='la sangre camina la vena como un hombre triste la vera de un río / es amor en silencio / silencio en dos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-6849446673152212082</id><published>2010-10-19T21:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:14:16.093-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>un juego de hombre y mujer / amor de dados arrojados al aire / los cuerpos mordidos por los mismos cuerpos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6849446673152212082?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6849446673152212082/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8553371068120412587&amp;postID=6849446673152212082' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6849446673152212082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8553371068120412587/posts/default/6849446673152212082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/un-juego-de-hombre-y-mujer-amor-de.html' title='un juego de hombre y mujer / amor de dados arrojados al aire / los cuerpos mordidos por los mismos cuerpos'/><author><name>MicroPoesía</name><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-8553371068120412587.post-6473805312246978285</id><published>2010-10-12T21:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:23:44.039-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>una soledad que se acurruca a los pies de la cama / gato saciado al calor / un nombre, un apellido / un dios con dirección postal y país</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-6473805312246978285?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-4565858414902126470</id><published>2010-09-26T23:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:17:10.307-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>mi lengua, que sabe de idiomas / traduce cada palabra de tu cuerpo a todas las lenguas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-4565858414902126470?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4565858414902126470/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8553371068120412587.post-3948370792989196063</id><published>2010-09-21T21:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T21:13:45.808-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>amor / tengo tu boca sobre la mesa / tus ojos junto al reloj / tus pies, amor, debajo de mi cama / tus dedos en cada lágrima que nace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8553371068120412587-3948370792989196063?l=micro-poesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micro-poesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3948370792989196063/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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