<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:54:40.510-07:00</updated><category term='puños'/><category term='t m'/><category term='esto no es realismo'/><category term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Cuatronarices</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>costa sin mar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SZLm1xTHSkI/AAAAAAAABdU/EgZTdS0JSvk/S220/ConversePosada2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-8683550919608146387</id><published>2010-04-14T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:27:29.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuando Inés dejó el país tenía 28 años. Se fue a vivir al sur de Grecia junto a un hombre llamado Fotis, al que había conocido durante el verano del 2009. El regresó unos meses después y se comprometerieron. Abandonaba su carrera, una tesis interminable y la memoria de la muerte de su antiguo esposo que ocurrió en una de las selvas de Ecuador. Pasó quince años en la que el único contacto eran los correos que recibía y enviaba a su madre. En noviembre del 2025 reservó unos boletos redondos, su madre había sido internada en el hospital. Sufrió una caída y su estado era grave. Cuando ella volaba de regreso su madre murió. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-8683550919608146387?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/8683550919608146387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725116126610045085&amp;postID=8683550919608146387' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/8683550919608146387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/8683550919608146387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/S0X_Nmys3kI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wBlTOPWZ8Us/s400/p-1-3136.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;una limosina abandonado desde 1984&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una camioneta con la caja de cristal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y en la que hace una década pasearon mujeres en tanga que promovían un cereal de avena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un coche que el senador le regaló a su chofer porque allí decidió el asesinato de 17 hombres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una motocicleta que pertenece al chico que era un genio en el billar y en las peleas callejeras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-2251991042336705874?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/2251991042336705874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725116126610045085&amp;postID=2251991042336705874' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/2251991042336705874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/2251991042336705874'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/S0Iq13YDNtI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Wwpwtlba7cA/s1600-h/17_03_2009_0735430001237296647_sony_world_photography_awards_2009.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422944006193755858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/S0Iq13YDNtI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Wwpwtlba7cA/s400/17_03_2009_0735430001237296647_sony_world_photography_awards_2009.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;niños en sillas de ruedas rojas&lt;br /&gt;perros sin ningún color tiritando&lt;br /&gt;vendedores con tatuajes que tienen el movimiento de los reptiles en otoño&lt;br /&gt;cuerpos en las banquetas&lt;br /&gt;cajeras que escuchan las grabaciones que un psicótico realizó durante 33 años en el interior de un sótano a las cuatro de la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-1785588123225770836?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/1785588123225770836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagino tu adolescencia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;un cuarto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;con la puerta cerrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;y tú detrás escuchando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;las voces de los vecinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;El stereo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;con canciones italianas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;tú &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;dando vueltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;con los ojos cerrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Un álbum fotográfico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;del que han sido arrancadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;muchas imágenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;porque tu madre se fue hace unos años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;porque tu padre vivió con otra familia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;porque un día encontraste cerrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;la escuela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;y pensaste que era mejor escapar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Una lámpara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;y una caja donde guardas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;boletos de cine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;recortes de revista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;papeles escritos con tinta verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;y un frasco con pastillas azules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;que sólo abrirás 12 años después.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-7047033441641765700?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/7047033441641765700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725116126610045085&amp;postID=7047033441641765700' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-6305462257546110768</id><published>2009-08-07T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:05:01.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Una sala donde dos personas miran una película danesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SnxrbyqXxiI/AAAAAAAABs8/_jiet90WtAw/s1600-h/ss002.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367282981118920226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SnxrbyqXxiI/AAAAAAAABs8/_jiet90WtAw/s400/ss002.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Salimos al patio de la biblioteca. Llevabas una blusa blanca y unos aretes que una amiga de tu madre compró en Bolivia. Sacaste un álbum fotográfico negro de la mochila. &lt;em&gt;¿No te molesta, verdad? Si no quieres verlo, no lo vemos. &lt;/em&gt;Cuarentaynueveminutos en los que despachamos tu infancia y adolescencia. Imágenes dentro de una casa, cerca del mar, con el uniforme de la secundaria. &lt;em&gt;Hubo una época en que me fascinaba usar vestiditos, mira aquí hay una, ese me lo regaló mi abuela. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;una camioneta&lt;br /&gt;a 120 km/h&lt;br /&gt;en la parte de atrás&lt;br /&gt;cajas con frutos rojos&lt;br /&gt;y un hombre y una mujer&lt;br /&gt;que pasaron el día&lt;br /&gt;asoleándose y hablando&lt;br /&gt;a los dos les gusta el viento en la cara&lt;br /&gt;antes de bajar él toma&lt;br /&gt;uno de esos frutos rojos&lt;br /&gt;y lo muerde&lt;br /&gt;se lo ofrece a la mujer&lt;br /&gt;que lo rechaza&lt;br /&gt;en la página 34 abajo de la instantánea&lt;br /&gt;escribimos:&lt;br /&gt;ninguno sentíamos miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-6305462257546110768?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/6305462257546110768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725116126610045085&amp;postID=6305462257546110768' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/6305462257546110768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/6305462257546110768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/2009/08/salimos-al-patio-de-la-biblioteca.html' title='Una sala donde dos personas miran una película danesa'/><author><name>costa sin mar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SZLm1xTHSkI/AAAAAAAABdU/EgZTdS0JSvk/S220/ConversePosada2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SnxrbyqXxiI/AAAAAAAABs8/_jiet90WtAw/s72-c/ss002.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-1415234800801789196</id><published>2009-08-04T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:21:30.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Fotografías en la cabeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SnhhyZUE37I/AAAAAAAABr0/mCc39RnT0aE/s1600-h/win"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366146474428391346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SnhhyZUE37I/AAAAAAAABr0/mCc39RnT0aE/s400/win" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;un estacionamiento vacío con las lámparas encendidas y una mujer de lado izquerdo que levanta un pedazo de papel verde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;un ventilador con las aspas rojas y el rostro de un hombre de cuarenta y cuatro años que recién supo que sus exámenes de cáncer de próstata son negativos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;un frasco negro con tapa azul con pastillas contra la migraña en una mesa de madera rodeada de bolsas de palomitas y un vaso de vino servido hace tres semanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;un televisor encendido (transmiten un capítulo del&lt;em&gt; cowbow bebop&lt;/em&gt;) sobre él velas con formas de plantas y reptiles a medio consumir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;un pantalón de mezclilla que comienza a romperse colgado en un tendedero en el que hay tanques de gas y una bandera de &lt;a href="http://www.burningcross.net/inquisition/missionaries/rwanda-dead.JPG"&gt;Ruanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burningcross.net/inquisition/missionaries/rwanda-dead.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;un hombre sentado sobre un cartón enorme en el centro de un puente peatonal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-1415234800801789196?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SZLm1xTHSkI/AAAAAAAABdU/EgZTdS0JSvk/S220/ConversePosada2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SnhhyZUE37I/AAAAAAAABr0/mCc39RnT0aE/s72-c/win' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-2749269312658430677</id><published>2009-07-15T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:39:56.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Vaya a la planta baja en la ventanilla pague y regrese al archivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/Sl7I9paNi5I/AAAAAAAABqU/4YulXHLTtBg/s1600-h/foto-antigua4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/Sl7I9paNi5I/AAAAAAAABqU/4YulXHLTtBg/s400/foto-antigua4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358941568030837650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saco una cita en un hospital&lt;br /&gt;que fue fundado en 1524.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo la ficha 11.&lt;br /&gt;La 10 pertenece a un anciano&lt;br /&gt;que platica con la enfermera.&lt;br /&gt;En la sala hay otros hombres.&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que hay dos grupos:&lt;br /&gt;los que tenemos la verga podrida&lt;br /&gt;y a los que la próstata asesinará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-2749269312658430677?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SZLm1xTHSkI/AAAAAAAABdU/EgZTdS0JSvk/S220/ConversePosada2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/Sl7I9paNi5I/AAAAAAAABqU/4YulXHLTtBg/s72-c/foto-antigua4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-4133303804942546810</id><published>2009-07-15T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:22:51.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Escribo dos nombres con plumón rojo en el brazo izquierdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/Sl7DOvvY-kI/AAAAAAAABqM/nnkI3mJm2YI/s1600-h/hospital-blanchardstown-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/Sl7DOvvY-kI/AAAAAAAABqM/nnkI3mJm2YI/s400/hospital-blanchardstown-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358935264718289474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Con mi hermana jugué poco en la infancia.&lt;br /&gt;Demasiada televisión.&lt;br /&gt;Demasiada escuela.&lt;br /&gt;Pero uno de nuestros pasatiempos&lt;br /&gt;era nombrar trabajos que ejerceríamos&lt;br /&gt;en el futuro:&lt;br /&gt;dibujante de las líneas blancas de los mosaicos,&lt;br /&gt;separador de botellas verdes.&lt;br /&gt;De mi lado sólo he cumplido uno,&lt;br /&gt;ser guía turístico.&lt;br /&gt;Lo desempeñé mal:&lt;br /&gt;al concluir el recorrido estaba deprimido:&lt;br /&gt;usar casco espacial durante años&lt;br /&gt;me ha reducido la mirada.&lt;br /&gt;Esto lo entendí mientras un hombre&lt;br /&gt;fumaba y gritaba en griego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-4133303804942546810?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/4133303804942546810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725116126610045085&amp;postID=4133303804942546810' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/4133303804942546810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/4133303804942546810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-escribo-dos-nombres-con-plumon-rojo.html' title='Escribo dos nombres con plumón rojo en el brazo izquierdo'/><author><name>costa sin mar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SZLm1xTHSkI/AAAAAAAABdU/EgZTdS0JSvk/S220/ConversePosada2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/Sl7DOvvY-kI/AAAAAAAABqM/nnkI3mJm2YI/s72-c/hospital-blanchardstown-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-6869429377453195</id><published>2009-01-28T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:21:22.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Cuatro instantáneas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SYCEKMHmX7I/AAAAAAAABb0/A5oGItaIJnk/s1600-h/0004.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296378472374362034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SYCEKMHmX7I/AAAAAAAABb0/A5oGItaIJnk/s400/0004.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Una mujer de unos cuarenta y tres años en un vagón del metro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tiene audífonos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Son las nueve con veintisiete de la noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salió del trabajo hace tres horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El tren llega a la terminal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La mujer no baja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se reacomoda en el asiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mira cómo entran los viajantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estará hasta las once recorriendo la línea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Después irá a su casa donde no puede oír música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque su esposo está muy cansado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque su hijo sigue enfermo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Donde sólo llega a dormir por unas horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Frente al Vips unos teléfonos públicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mucho ruido para hablar allí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dos avenidas grandes cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un hombre toca una guitarra y canta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a un auricular descolgado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Una melodía de Roberto Carlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Al otro lado de la línea lo escucha una mujer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apenas distingue la voz del hombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entre las conversaciones de los que cruzan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y el ruido de los autos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aún no obscurece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un edificio con las luces exteriores encendidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El descanso y las escaleras del tercer piso azules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sobre un fondo gris plata del cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y un pardo sucio de la fachada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un perro abre una bolsa de plástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Husmea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abre el hocico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo enmierda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La bolsa está llena de papel higiénico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-6869429377453195?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/6869429377453195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725116126610045085&amp;postID=6869429377453195' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/6869429377453195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/6869429377453195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuatro-instantaneas.html' title='Cuatro instantáneas'/><author><name>costa sin mar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SZLm1xTHSkI/AAAAAAAABdU/EgZTdS0JSvk/S220/ConversePosada2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SYCEKMHmX7I/AAAAAAAABb0/A5oGItaIJnk/s72-c/0004.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-8956018401545257941</id><published>2009-01-05T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:09:54.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>16 donas por 10 pesos ¿no te conmueve esa frase?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SWIzPfISIKI/AAAAAAAABXw/7_j2K0JuWto/s1600-h/lucien5"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287845253633679522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SWIzPfISIKI/AAAAAAAABXw/7_j2K0JuWto/s400/lucien5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBsLFNcnwGM"&gt;Recuerda&lt;/a&gt; que ya nunca más volverás a metérselo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenía un olor peculiar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cabellera caoba y bonita ropa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En realidad poco es lo que recuerdo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me amó para siempre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://notenemosriosnotenemospozos.blogspot.com/2008/08/en-los-cmics-encontramos-la-libertad.html"&gt;Me hundió&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El olor peculiar era el de un perfume caro (&lt;a href="http://www.garboforever.com/Bilder/Unrealized_Projects/Coco_Channel.jpg"&gt;chanel&lt;/a&gt;), porque ella no olía a nada, ni a sudor, ni a sexo, ni a saliva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la &lt;a href="http://www.mercadolibre.com.ar/jm/img?s=MLA&amp;amp;f=36009132_2304.jpg&amp;amp;v=P"&gt;cabellera &lt;/a&gt;corta y no necesariamente tan negra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cosas que recuerdo, pero que no sucedieron:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una &lt;a href="http://www.egodesign.ca/_files/articles/blocks/1068_david_lynch_5.jpg"&gt;explosión&lt;/a&gt; causada por dejar encendido por catorce horas el boiler,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;colocar pequeñas imágenes sobre carteles del &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uh0Nlqq-4OM/SKs5MsDIGWI/AAAAAAAABGo/YQzrG6HWyx0/s320/soy_delincuente.jpg"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hacer construcciones con cajetillas de cigarros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;repetir la visita de tu madre: yo desnudo viendo &lt;em&gt;Sex and the city&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En la oficina una mujer me muestra las piernas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es una persona de sesenta y dos años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;durante diciembre cayó de las escaleras (cuatro escalones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es el primer hecho del año que me causa asco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y una infinita ganas de ser un &lt;a href="http://www.filmbuffonline.com/Reviews/Images/KillBillVol1.1.jpg"&gt;asesino&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-8956018401545257941?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/8956018401545257941/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SWIzPfISIKI/AAAAAAAABXw/7_j2K0JuWto/s72-c/lucien5' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-8575729144867996264</id><published>2008-12-20T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:36:24.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t m'/><title type='text'>¿Qué estrofa de portishead era?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SUy7rQYb1cI/AAAAAAAABWM/depZN3Ysr_I/s1600-h/henry-smith-2-1-1893-paris-tx-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SUy7rQYb1cI/AAAAAAAABWM/depZN3Ysr_I/s400/henry-smith-2-1-1893-paris-tx-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281802814804972994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a I. A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://manosuelta.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/leandro-erlichpoolb_small1.jpg"&gt;Quemar&lt;/a&gt; las fotografías de los pasaportes después de usarlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.techarena.in/data/503/medium/alone-in-the-dark-snapshot.jpg"&gt;Quemar&lt;/a&gt; las fotografías de las mujeres después de usarlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Una mujer sueña que se rompe el cráneo.&lt;br /&gt;Mira en el interior y encuentra viejos&lt;a href="http://www.labguysworld.com/Westel_001.jpg"&gt; transistores&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Después de unos segundos piensa que ahora sólo se utilizan los &lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=Irb8OBn-2bw"&gt;microchips,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que durante años ha sido engañada.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-8575729144867996264?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/8575729144867996264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725116126610045085&amp;postID=8575729144867996264' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/8575729144867996264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/8575729144867996264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/2008/12/qu-estrofa-de-portishead-era.html' title='¿Qué estrofa de portishead era?'/><author><name>costa sin mar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SZLm1xTHSkI/AAAAAAAABdU/EgZTdS0JSvk/S220/ConversePosada2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SUy7rQYb1cI/AAAAAAAABWM/depZN3Ysr_I/s72-c/henry-smith-2-1-1893-paris-tx-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-1479559202431660030</id><published>2008-12-17T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:03:27.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t m'/><title type='text'>Videotape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SUk-AvCbhpI/AAAAAAAABVc/81gIx1-bYak/s1600-h/proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280820220416198290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SUk-AvCbhpI/AAAAAAAABVc/81gIx1-bYak/s400/proof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rozo el cuerpo de una mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no hablamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no queremos hacerlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque cuando sucede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;algo se activa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una máquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un sistema de relojería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una línea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dinero gratis, amor gratis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vueltas alrededor de las mismas calles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;otra línea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la mejor pareja es de tres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en una esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIf7wEJrjEk"&gt;soundtrack&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nos regala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tres minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y cuarenta y seis segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de adolescencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Escucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El único instante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en que admitiría un disparo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en la nariz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sería durante un orgasmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Largo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minucioso.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Justo después de eyacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuando nace esa sonrisa idiota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(demasiado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en mi rostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-1479559202431660030?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/1479559202431660030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725116126610045085&amp;postID=1479559202431660030' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/1479559202431660030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/1479559202431660030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/2008/12/videotape.html' title='Videotape'/><author><name>costa sin mar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SZLm1xTHSkI/AAAAAAAABdU/EgZTdS0JSvk/S220/ConversePosada2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SUk-AvCbhpI/AAAAAAAABVc/81gIx1-bYak/s72-c/proof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725116126610045085.post-3263152930656645082</id><published>2008-12-04T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:56:23.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t m'/><title type='text'>24 de agosto. Noche: broken jaw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/ST_VvjwboZI/AAAAAAAABUs/JJlKLSu-xeg/s1600-h/horvath_2409_narrowweb__300x462,0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278172301330456978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/ST_VvjwboZI/AAAAAAAABUs/JJlKLSu-xeg/s400/horvath_2409_narrowweb__300x462,0.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No desaparece la fotografía de Alondra en mi cabeza. Además hay otras palabras rondando: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bsz-Mr59P6c"&gt;landscape&lt;/a&gt;, sangrado, asfixia, desfiguración facial, pérdida de dientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagino:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el azulejo blanco de un sanitario con sangre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;los gritos (¿cómo será la voz de ella alterada?), las súplicas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la ropa interior llena de saliva, de sudor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el aroma de esa casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Busco su nombre en google. Encuentro un hi5 y un blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Son las diez y diecisiete de la noche. Tengo sueño. Pongo una última &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9IODJdi3GA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; antes de dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725116126610045085-3263152930656645082?l=subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/feeds/3263152930656645082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725116126610045085&amp;postID=3263152930656645082' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/3263152930656645082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725116126610045085/posts/default/3263152930656645082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subterraneo-solo.blogspot.com/2008/12/24-de-agosto-noche-broken-jaw.html' title='24 de agosto. Noche: broken jaw.'/><author><name>costa sin mar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/SZLm1xTHSkI/AAAAAAAABdU/EgZTdS0JSvk/S220/ConversePosada2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rS_Mip6QMaE/ST_VvjwboZI/AAAAAAAABUs/JJlKLSu-xeg/s72-c/horvath_2409_narrowweb__300x462,0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
