<?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-6311950</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:05:54.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tristezaideal</title><subtitle type='html'>anhelos quebradizos/asperos/delgados/cual pared de burbuja//</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108558739246568148</id><published>2004-05-26T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:03:12.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>en este instante solo deseo q las diapo q deje a rebelar recien salgan bonitas.o por lo menos parecido a lo q yo espero.no quiero sorpresas hoy.no me gustan las sorpresas.bueno alguna q otra bien pequeña si.como puede ser q alguien te regale un pico dulce.q yegue a casa y q mi hermana haya alquilado una peli.encontrar una carta q le hice a mi madre cuando yo era pequeña.esas sorpresas si me gustan.pero las grandes no.no.asi q ya saben no me den grandes sorpresas.se los agradezco.de las otras si pueden dar muchas.asi comemos picosdulces mirando una peli.q mucho mejor q estoy q hace unos dias atras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108558739246568148?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108558739246568148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108558739246568148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558739246568148' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108558707567840652</id><published>2004-05-26T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T12:57:55.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darè un salto gigante/hasta poder alcanzarte/harè un salto aun &lt;br /&gt;mas grande/hasta poder olvidarte//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108558707567840652?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108558707567840652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108558707567840652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558707567840652' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108491390341237437</id><published>2004-05-18T17:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T17:58:23.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mañana debere abandonar mi estado innato de mute por un momento.&lt;br /&gt;tengo cita con mi spicologa.aja,asi es luego de poco mas de dos años vuelvo a terapia.esta vez no porq me mandan sino porq yo lo necesito.nubosidadvariable se despide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108491390341237437?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108491390341237437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108491390341237437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108491390341237437' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108370153574445023</id><published>2004-05-04T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T17:16:07.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tus yantos desean ser ciertos/yo no pretendo q existen/ya no puedo pretenderlo/tus palabras se buscan en mi lista de onomatopeyas de sentimientos/el aurora flotante/mi dolor briya/mis gemidos agotan y acosan/son falso color bronce/decis q te aturde mi reflejo/exclamas q te atrae "eso" brusco/entonces me atravesas/hasta el abismo/te sentis acabado y deseas abandonar/me abrazas abruptamente/dejando tu agrietada.ajena.y aspera/alma sobre mi sucio cuerpo/yo prometo sentirme abstraida/escupis dicterios/gritando ser absurdo/el cuarto irradia abundancia/las nubes arrastran elegancia/el denso ambiente bacanal sostiene/absorve la angustia/q alguna noche podriamos aniquilar/las bazofias azules y purpuras hacen q me duela la cabeza/las blasfemias logran bendecir mi apostasia/me atravesas/en el abismo/me siento acabada y deseo abandonar/me abrazas abruptamente dejando tu aspero.ajeno.sucio cuerpo/sobre mi agrietada alma//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108370153574445023?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108370153574445023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108370153574445023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108370153574445023' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108336774663716568</id><published>2004-04-30T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T20:33:25.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoy yore a lot/todo esta mal por aqui/laputamadreqloremilpario//lamento ser tan vulgar/pero en este momento estoy bloqueada y no me sale otra cosa//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108336774663716568?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108336774663716568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108336774663716568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108336774663716568' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108300302117494595</id><published>2004-04-26T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T15:14:34.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tantas palabras para un sentimiento q noes aun mio/cuantas palabras para un solo sentimiento/para un sentimiento q todavia nadie sintio/cuanto estube pensando en este dia/el de mi propio entierro/en los tiernos fresnos/distintas palabras y sonidos para poder expresar lo q no siento/gentil genocidio/simbolo de muerte y de tiempo/ya no puedo soportar esta migraña/solo queda gas//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108300302117494595?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108300302117494595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108300302117494595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300302117494595' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108300241285797677</id><published>2004-04-26T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T15:04:26.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>me gusta esta mujer</title><content type='html'>comienzo a odiar mi especie/sobre todo al mirar las caras en la television/en realidad me da mas placer mirar carne roja cruda o arenque//virginia woolf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108300241285797677?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108300241285797677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108300241285797677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300241285797677' title='me gusta esta mujer'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108300135723366310</id><published>2004-04-26T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:46:49.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>usa la pena para recordar eso q le hice sentir alguna vez/me consume cual pildora/&lt;br /&gt;se alimenta de eya.presume.seduce.controla.contornea./asesina a la ninfa q reprime/ eya no le yama la atencion nada mas q ami/se disgusta cuando los sonajeros de colores me miran/escupe silabas y trata de hacerme entender q soy una esquizofrenica/solo en eya se cuece y se derrumba la verdad en el mismo instante//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108300135723366310?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108300135723366310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108300135723366310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300135723366310' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108238730046487136</id><published>2004-04-19T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T12:12:23.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>culpabilidad</title><content type='html'>q dificil admitir mi culpabilidad.q angustiante pensar q el anciano enfermo es culpable.extraño darme cuenta q los meyizos recien nacidos saben q son culpables.complejo sentir q el viento es el culpable.culpables,al decir q somos culpables,nos responsabilizamos de  admitir las culpas.las culpas son las faltas.una falta puede ser la ausencia de tu presencia.la carencia de inquietudes.una falta puede tambien ser la infraccion en un juego.tu juego suele ser tramposo.azaroso.uno puede hacer juego con algo.con alguien.un juego de manos.de viyanos.tus juegos de palabras.las palabras pueden estra perdidas.pérdida de la palabra.pueden ser cruzadas.eyas son sonidos poderosos q representan tus ideas.o la falta de eyas.las palabras pueden ser mayores,las injuriosas.las injurias pueden ser ofensivas.las injurias sulen ser agraviosas.como nuestra suerte desfavorable.las injurias pueden ser dulces.suelen verse de manera falaz no como mi colmada desesperanza hunddida en mis utopias despobladas.despobladas suelen ser mis alegrias.las aleegrias son irresponsabilidades.tus alegrias a todos los culpables nos salen caras.tu cara fachada.pantaya de la luz espinada.pantaya a la luz satinada.en tu fachada estas protegido no te consideras culpable.nosotros q carenciamos de una prestigiosa pantaya.nosotros siendo tus hologramas.nos consideramos culpables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108238730046487136?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108238730046487136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108238730046487136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238730046487136' title='culpabilidad'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108212608944595708</id><published>2004-04-16T11:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T11:38:48.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>citandolo</title><content type='html'>"la vida humana està compuesta de azares.pero tambien existen el destino y la libertad individual.nuestra existencia es,el resultado de estos tres factores"... "en realidad fingimos q sabemos cosas cuando en realidad es q sabemos muy poco.desconocemos la razon profunda de por q hacemos algo o nos comportamos de una manera determinada."..."las gentes estàn ligadas unas a otras,existen hilos invisibles"&lt;br /&gt;Krzystof Kieslowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoro a este viejito anorexico.como de una manera tan simple me muestra estas imagenes tan beyas y miserables.es  humanamente deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108212608944595708?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108212608944595708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108212608944595708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212608944595708' title='citandolo'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108195158837231815</id><published>2004-04-14T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T11:10:24.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>monologo</title><content type='html'>desperte tengo un hueco en mi mano/dije/pero no me sangra/te lo hice yo respondiste/volvi en humeda realidad//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108195158837231815?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108195158837231815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108195158837231815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195158837231815' title='monologo'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108195140945139510</id><published>2004-04-14T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T11:07:26.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>el yanto alcoholizado de tu vientre yama/el perro dramatizado sufre la menopausia/la liebre ya no corre/las lindres flotan en tu lago de sangres/tusfuscos organos ya hacen juego con mis globos negros/las uñas comidas/los puntos seguidos y repetidos.../suspensivos/la gente aglomerada/vos distanciada/el muerto sin nombre hace q de noche yoremos/q frio q hace adentro nuestro//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108195140945139510?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108195140945139510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108195140945139510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195140945139510' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108153467553523219</id><published>2004-04-09T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T15:21:45.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lo dijo kurt</title><content type='html'>me gustan las chicas de ojos raros.las drogas.la pasion.la inocencia.asesinar la voracidad.jugar mal mis cartas.sentir prejuicios hacia la gente q tiene prejuicios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo le hubiera gustado a cobain?digo por lo de las chicas de ojos raros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108153467553523219?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108153467553523219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108153467553523219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153467553523219' title='lo dijo kurt'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108153440620634870</id><published>2004-04-09T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T15:17:16.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no entiendo porq y me encanta no saberlo</title><content type='html'>porq cada vez q me pinto las pestañas abro la boca?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108153440620634870?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108153440620634870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108153440620634870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153440620634870' title='no entiendo porq y me encanta no saberlo'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108118352032424763</id><published>2004-04-05T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:49:04.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why ar you sou far awai?she said/i want too you ever nou/the im in love guid you/you luc soft and ounli/you luc lost and lounli/you ar just laic a dream/you lic just laic jeven//the cure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108118352032424763?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108118352032424763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108118352032424763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108118352032424763' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108118313791474394</id><published>2004-04-05T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:42:41.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>despues de arrancarme mis uñas rojas/pierde las riendas del cabayo q jugaba para el/sube los trece pìsos con frenesi/cantando aquel abeas corpus q yo le habia enseñado cuando eramos tan chiquitos/en el siguiente fotograma distingue q gala perdio su humedat y su briyo/come la certeza de la cereza/mientras baila  triste un tema de the cure/antojado de plush y caprichos por doquier/me bebe/mientras se indigesta a causa de esos confites cuadrados y celestes tragedias a granel/morbosas charlas/inevitables tormentas/placenteras/viento.viento.viento.//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108118313791474394?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108118313791474394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108118313791474394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108118313791474394' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108102719742516453</id><published>2004-04-03T18:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T18:23:39.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>con juan peleo en el medio de la caye/con el hago repudio al coco/con el miro chiquita/con el me hamaco/con el comento q lo metieron preso a soldan/con el hablo cantidad de veces por tel en el dia/con el fui al baile de la preparatoria/con el tengo charlas guarangas/con el como papas fritas con mucho kepchup/con el charlo hasta el hartazgo/solo con el recuerdo a juanpablo cordier.celeste rojas.y rut vonpon.../con el voy al cine.mucho/con el escucho musica.mucha/con el juego e invento historias en el super/con el hablo mal de todos/con el aprendo//&lt;br /&gt;el es un niño y un viejo en el mismo instante y eso es tan hermozo.te adoro juan.japiberdei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108102719742516453?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108102719742516453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108102719742516453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108102719742516453' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-108052591682765577</id><published>2004-03-28T23:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T23:08:50.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freedonia.com.ar/archives/P1010034b.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.freedonia.com.ar/archives/P1010034b.html','popup','width=400,height=300,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;I have a platonic romance with de sea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-108052591682765577?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108052591682765577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/108052591682765577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052591682765577' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107911502905163959</id><published>2004-03-12T15:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:13:40.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>violet//</title><content type='html'>la primavera es beya/como tus ojos de niño/voces supremas/estremecimientos de amor/sos azul y yo soy rojo/viajes violetas/azul/rojo/lo cura locura/violet/gracias gracias/gracias por la paz/yo soy azul y vos vos sos rojo//&lt;br /&gt;e.o.y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107911502905163959?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107911502905163959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107911502905163959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107911502905163959' title='violet//'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107875887996544398</id><published>2004-03-08T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T12:17:45.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the darkness</title><content type='html'>tragedia y fatalidad/sobre la espuma del mar/la tragedia te busca/y vuelve tu espuma en roja fatalidad/la fatalidad te encuentra/vuelve tu espuma roja tragedia/esta leche jamas se podra vencer/y la espuma por siempre sera roja/estayido de gargantas mudas/en el centro de las entrañas/hoy sera una noche esplendida q no podre ver//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107875887996544398?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107875887996544398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107875887996544398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875887996544398' title='the darkness'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107867465607634904</id><published>2004-03-07T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T12:53:59.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sere la unica niña q posee un bolsito con la capacidad de empañarse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107867465607634904?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107867465607634904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107867465607634904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107867465607634904' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107851081123902996</id><published>2004-03-05T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T15:23:13.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiero escribir y poder simplificar /pantanos tan debiles de cruzar/escuchar quejas y voces en mi cabeza hace q tenga cada vez menos ganas de hablar conmigo/fantastico/mismo semaforo/ciclico dispensario/etica marchitada/poco respeto siento/moral rancia//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q estoy esperando para poder emocionarme/ya el licuo todos los pensamientos//hizo q creyeras en el/los pescados nerviosos me cuentan historias/me explican como plantar hinojos/son de muchos colores/q miedo q les da/ami tantas ganas de reirme//lo beso intentando encerrarme en el reflejo/y a el liberarlo para q pueda empezar a sufrir/solo los pescados sufrientes/compartir miserias no hace envejecer//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107851081123902996?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107851081123902996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107851081123902996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107851081123902996' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107850884743868868</id><published>2004-03-05T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T14:50:28.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fue hace ya mucho tiempo creo q ya ni te debes acordar/del jardin nos hecharon por eso pero era tan dulce y especial/tomar helado de tuboca//&lt;br /&gt;b.b.kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107850884743868868?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107850884743868868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107850884743868868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850884743868868' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107844274776394877</id><published>2004-03-04T20:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:28:48.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>andabamos sin buscarnos pero sabiendo q andabamos para encontrarnos//&lt;br /&gt;julio cortazar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107844274776394877?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107844274776394877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107844274776394877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107844274776394877' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107833813631904018</id><published>2004-03-03T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T15:25:15.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cajitas simetricas incoloras/acumulan aqueyo q agatha no se animo a decirte/-cuido y guardo mis demonios y pantanos,los almaceno en sobres rosas a los q todos yaman corazon.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q sugestivo sentimiento/sensacion extaciada en briyo/pianos desafinados molestan/seducen/alteran/espesando los colores/aclarando solo/cada vez mas blanco/mosaicos cuadriculados hacen darme cuenta donde no estoy/espacios no compartidos/camas/sobre escaleras q me yevan donde no quiero estar/espero esos veintitres minutos inconcientes/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomamos granadina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107833813631904018?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107833813631904018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107833813631904018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833813631904018' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107789327391290444</id><published>2004-02-27T11:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:50:45.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya no encuentro lugar para buscar lo q no encuentro/ya no busco lugar/&lt;br /&gt;sigo buscando lo q no encuentro/gregorio cantò/yamò y desilucionò/aerostàticos pensamientos cosecharon las oriyas/de su corcel no se pudo despedir/siente q lo liviano ya tan denso/se degenerò/lo liviano denso/se generò/el genero se copmpacto/el polvo compacto en la cara de eya tapa cualidades q el si ve/el gènero de su vestido exita.ya!/còmplice el busca encontrar esa especie q le incite lamerla//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo imposible siempre tarda un poco mas//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107789327391290444?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107789327391290444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107789327391290444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107789327391290444' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107764751243251530</id><published>2004-02-24T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T15:34:40.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>me lo dijo mi abuela asi q....</title><content type='html'>en q se parece una vaca a un triangulo?&lt;br /&gt;una vaca es una res.en catalan quiere decir nada.el q nada no se ahoga.&lt;br /&gt;el q no se ahoga flota.una flota es una escuadra.una escuadra es un triangulo.por lo tanto se parece a una vaca.&lt;br /&gt;ami me encanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107764751243251530?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107764751243251530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107764751243251530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764751243251530' title='me lo dijo mi abuela asi q....'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107731389005809350</id><published>2004-02-20T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T18:54:13.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya!/alguien quiero q  escuche mi silencio/y se haga cargo del enrojecimiento/de las paredes/del ardor estomacal/del hermetismo lunar/y los caprichosos sentimientos q al colarse con las especias ajenas se deslizan por estas ya ardidas paredes/no solo eyas tienen yagas//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107731389005809350?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107731389005809350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107731389005809350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731389005809350' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107728737773079239</id><published>2004-02-20T11:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T11:32:19.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anhelo un viaje placentero y una sonrisa,la q no puedo brindar hoy//&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                 b.b.kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107728737773079239?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107728737773079239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107728737773079239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107728737773079239' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107714906370332707</id><published>2004-02-18T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:07:03.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lagrimas impermeables</title><content type='html'>tu corazon ilustrado en imagenes perversas/mis lagrimas impermeables a tu vanidad/son implantes rechazados/tu inactiva cordialidad/tu penoso hijo del incesto/la actitud de tu calmado delirio/derivo en mi paranoia/tus ojos incoloros/el candido infanticio fue luz diafana/el cabayo q juega para vos nace muerto//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107714906370332707?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107714906370332707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107714906370332707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107714906370332707' title='lagrimas impermeables'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107714876686614844</id><published>2004-02-18T20:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:02:06.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no va a  ser la primera vez q me seque con una  toaya mojada/si sigo leyendo libros con almanaques vencidos/no la primera vez q mi blanca y pequeña mano se introduzca en tu bolsa yena de filosos cuchiyos/no, la primera vez q todas las espadas se hundan en el mismo punto/camino hacia la abstraccion//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107714876686614844?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107714876686614844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107714876686614844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107714876686614844' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107697896440575797</id><published>2004-02-16T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T21:52:01.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sonemos a risas juntas//&lt;a href="http://members.lycos.co.uk/jesicampanita/P1010012.jpg"&gt;jesi y yo&lt;/a&gt;//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107697896440575797?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107697896440575797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107697896440575797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107697896440575797' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107669722025031254</id><published>2004-02-13T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T15:36:12.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>de pocas cosas estoy orgullosa.en mi.pero de la sana relacion q tengo con ustedes dos si q lo estoy.chicos los adoro eternamente.gracias toy y juan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107669722025031254?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107669722025031254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107669722025031254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669722025031254' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107659369062775474</id><published>2004-02-12T10:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:50:41.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>recordatorio</title><content type='html'>te extrañamos.tio julio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107659369062775474?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107659369062775474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107659369062775474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107659369062775474' title='recordatorio'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107616742913659687</id><published>2004-02-07T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T12:26:13.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>el huerfano matricida/estuvo en problemas/el fibroma del holograma/cuece el final en una cacerola/si la lupa deja espiarlo/liberarà a su prisma encapsulado/el nutritivo narcòtico espera una vìctima/el huerfano rompe y destruye su piñata/la objeciòn fue unànime/nunca//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando los muertos lloran/cuando los sin nombre mueren/cuando yo muero/sòlo asi lo eterno se hace posible/cuando creas intriga/cuando el hinojo es picante/cuando los puentes se cruzan/cuando gira el carrusel/cuando lo exclusivo pasa por popular/cuando del ambiente cuelgan lenguas/cuando nosotros dentro del frigorìfico tocamos el piano/yoramos las goteras de la uña corrompida por el placer acumulado/el agua evapora aromas q el cielo le supo enseñar/pintamos letras q no sabemos leer/el ciclope pasa por visco/yo por cordial/vos por sana//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107616742913659687?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107616742913659687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107616742913659687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107616742913659687' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107612328841747770</id><published>2004-02-07T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T00:10:32.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>encuentre las diferencias en los post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107612328841747770?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107612328841747770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107612328841747770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612328841747770' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107612295182330374</id><published>2004-02-06T23:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T00:04:55.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>recomendaciones</title><content type='html'>recien salimos del cineclub,fui con mi amiguito del alma, juampi,vimos los" 400 golpes" de trauffaut.&lt;br /&gt;es un clasico,pero con todas las letras.me gusto muchomucho.buenisima la parte en la q el niño protagonista se sube a una especie de juego de parque de diversiones.en donde no puede mover su cuerpo por la presion centrifuga.no se pierdan esa escena.che si la ven cuentenme.por ahi fuimos los unicos a los q les gusto tanto.piensen q la hizo hace muchos muchos años.cariños para todos.para algunos mas cariñosos y exclusivos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107612295182330374?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107612295182330374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107612295182330374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612295182330374' title='recomendaciones'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107612284233830187</id><published>2004-02-06T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T00:03:06.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>recomendaciones</title><content type='html'>recien salimos del cineclub,fui con juampi,vimos los" 400 golpes" de trauffaut.&lt;br /&gt;es un clasico,pero con todas las letras.me gusto muchomucho.buenisima la parte en la q el niño protagonista se sube a una especie de juego de parque de diversiones.en donde no puede mover su cuerpo por la presion centrifuga.no se pierdan esa escena.che si la ven cuentenme.por ahi fuimos los unicos a los q les gusto tanto.besos en los pies para todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107612284233830187?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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tapado de ella/cuando las estrellas/se burlan de ella/en tu burla el espacio esta tan lejos de gala/como inicio eso q no se entiende y seduce/el espacio està lejos de gala/galagalagalagala//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107593748306796345?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107593748306796345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107593748306796345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593748306796345' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107593706792199860</id><published>2004-02-04T20:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:26:48.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pimienta y cereza/la pimienta no deja verme sufrir/la cereza hace q me vea en anis/un soberano pronuncio/"pimienta y cereza,antidoto contra el abuso anìmico"/pimienta y cereza almeja,almendra/bufalo y libelulas//&lt;br /&gt;los tòpicos son instintos q nos asaltan por momentos/al instante nos atrapa agatha y nos deja desvanecer/y se corre el riesgo de ser translùcido y concluir en lùcido/los narcòticos hace q entienda el narcicismo/ajeno/visito justo al oscurecer el cielo/y el coliseo se inunda/y el trafico de cabras me causa gracia//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107593706792199860?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107593706792199860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107593706792199860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593706792199860' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107585417857514034</id><published>2004-02-03T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:25:17.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>extraño escupir melon a la vuelta de la ola/el aspecto nacarado hizo q los moluscos se escapen pidiendo ser enterrados lejos de tu tumba/corazones recubiertos en muselina/ubicados oblicuos/al sentimiento de paso de tiempo/anhelos quebradizos /asperos/delgados cual pared de burbuja/copan el estadio/y se imponen ante/la vibracion del vinagre/las muñecas siempre estan sonriendo//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107585417857514034?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107585417857514034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107585417857514034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585417857514034' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107575344450782955</id><published>2004-02-02T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T17:26:22.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fin de semana salvaje</title><content type='html'>quiero entrar en tus cosas revisar,abrir cada cuadreno y dejarlo en su lugar.y buscar en tu libro de secretos del mar,darle cuerda a tus juguetes y verlos funcionar.quiero estar entre tus cosas.quiero estar entre tus cosas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107575344450782955?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107575344450782955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107575344450782955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575344450782955' title='fin de semana salvaje'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107538418766235610</id><published>2004-01-29T10:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:51:59.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>agardable/risa provocada por una cosquilla/un gesto de desacuerdo/deseo de tu hermosa sonrisa/enorme en destellos/las estrellas apagadas/las flores aun marchitadas/el liquido evaporado/ella tan eternacual burbuja/en el recuerdo/ya podemos mirar los globos de colores/juntas//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107538418766235610?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107538418766235610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107538418766235610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107538418766235610' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107538399887322173</id><published>2004-01-29T10:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:48:50.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>el acuarela incolora/acelera el negro ciclo/bocanadas de busrbujas/me calman/me deleitan/me animan/me violentan/me enamoran/solo en el momento en q la burbuja existe/soy eterna/la fragancia inodora/me exita/me exede/me desafia/me incomoda el sonido/en el cerezo no hay espacio de amargo final//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107538399887322173?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107538399887322173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107538399887322173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107538399887322173' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107538329842263374</id><published>2004-01-29T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:37:10.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya estoy en cordoba,hace un par de dias.esta pseudo ciudad sigue sin hacer cosas por seducirme.salvo un puñado de gente,se q cuando me valla no voy a extrañar mucho mas.pero los q extrañaron y quieren leer un par de tristezas ideales aca van&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107538329842263374?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107538329842263374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107538329842263374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107538329842263374' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107496180595405539</id><published>2004-01-24T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T13:32:11.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo solo contraigo mis musculos es involuntario/te decia/escuchabas,no percibias/si,solo desoias/&lt;br /&gt;perdes el sentido de las cosas/me decias/te burlabas/yo asentia/luego de semanas enmudecida/suspire//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estallido de gargantas mudas/en el gentil genocidio /solo queda gas/se vuelan las paginas de tu incompleta biblia/mientras los niños gimen anciando el poder de la sangre oscura/penoso corazon hijo del incesto/el candido infanticidio fue luz diafana//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107496180595405539?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107496180595405539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107496180595405539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496180595405539' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107496083136976580</id><published>2004-01-24T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T13:15:56.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya no quiero tomar el desayuno/y dejo todo atras/del manto negro/cada vez q pienso&lt;br /&gt;en tu juego preferido/haces q mueva las piezas/q ganas tengo de jugar al dominò/domino//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107496083136976580?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107496083136976580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107496083136976580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496083136976580' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107496062211398917</id><published>2004-01-24T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T13:12:27.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la radio am estaba prendida/el se caya/y espera escuchar eso q nadie le va a decir//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107496062211398917?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107496062211398917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107496062211398917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496062211398917' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107495967944873787</id><published>2004-01-24T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T12:56:44.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no estoy orgullosa de ser la unica lucida/ya en nada se parece a lo q solia ser/el cuagula los sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;en indigestion emocional/no logro escribir su prefacio/tortuosa ligera/industria de penas//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107495967944873787?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107495967944873787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107495967944873787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107495967944873787' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107484284801384775</id><published>2004-01-23T04:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T04:29:31.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>musculos tensionados en la accion del menosprecio/siendo el secuaz&lt;br /&gt;sentimiento el responsable/no solo de los efectos ligeros/ya me canse de decir siempre las mismas consonantes/unirlas siempre a las mismas vocales/angulos de expresion/sin transportador q medirlos/q cansada estoy/poco aprecio/las trilogias asentadas en el craneo de ella/se sintetizaron/las trilogias conspiradas en el habito de no sentir/la costumbre de no llorar/te invadio/invasion logistica sin q los patos &lt;br /&gt;puedan nadar/ni yo hacer pie en tu secreta pileta//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107484284801384775?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107484284801384775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107484284801384775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107484284801384775' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107484096554147961</id><published>2004-01-23T03:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T03:58:08.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>los globos ya no son de colores/cuanto frio q hace dentro nuestro/&lt;br /&gt;frio como el q hace donde el polen/molesta/seduceseduce//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107484096554147961?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107484096554147961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107484096554147961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107484096554147961' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107484074111884408</id><published>2004-01-23T03:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T03:54:24.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>los globos ya no son de colores/cuanto frio q hace dentro nuestro/frio como el q hace donde el polen /&lt;br /&gt;molesta/seduce//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107484074111884408?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107484074111884408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107484074111884408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107484074111884408' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107462901406119946</id><published>2004-01-20T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:05:34.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no me llevo tan bien todavia con este blog.ufa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107462901406119946?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107462901406119946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107462901406119946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462901406119946' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107455404827882343</id><published>2004-01-19T20:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T20:28:06.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me voy a ver  tele&lt;br /&gt;sigo en baires...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107455404827882343?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107455404827882343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107455404827882343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455404827882343' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107455458114376557</id><published>2004-01-19T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T20:24:59.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/jesicampanita/P1010009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que sugiere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107455458114376557?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107455458114376557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107455458114376557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455458114376557' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107452907126675337</id><published>2004-01-19T13:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T13:19:49.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoy no voy a postear nada interesante.me voy a encargar de hacer mas larga mi lista de links&lt;br /&gt;q esta en construccion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107452907126675337?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107452907126675337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107452907126675337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452907126675337' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107428942559306696</id><published>2004-01-16T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T15:18:07.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy me meti de intrusa..en el espectaculo (?)</title><content type='html'>nos acabamos (sigo con la palabra acabar; obsesion?, abstinencia?, me gusta como suena?, whatever) las cartas de tarot de Osho...&lt;br /&gt;la cuestion es que no se si estara hecho como para que todas las dudas encajen, o simplemente  el tipo este la tiene...&lt;br /&gt;nos quedamos pensando...pensando en cuanto podemos cobrar si nos ponemos en plaza francia con un banquito a tirarselas a la gente...(??) JA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi mayor consideracion a carola  que me encanta su blog, me salio buena esta niña,me va por buen camino...&lt;br /&gt;saludos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                           &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107428942559306696?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107428942559306696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107428942559306696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107428942559306696' title='hoy me meti de intrusa..en el espectaculo (?)'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107428917272731805</id><published>2004-01-16T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T18:41:27.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alejandra pizarnik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107428917272731805?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107428917272731805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107428917272731805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107428917272731805' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107428907517984507</id><published>2004-01-16T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T18:39:49.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'>homenaje//</title><content type='html'>moradas.&lt;br /&gt;en la mano crispada de un muerto/en la memoria de un loco/en la tristeza de un niño/&lt;br /&gt;en la mano q busca el vaso/en el vaso inalcansable/en la sed de siempre//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107428907517984507?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107428907517984507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107428907517984507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107428907517984507' title='homenaje//'/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107427767018413553</id><published>2004-01-16T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T15:29:44.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>disneylandia siniestra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107427767018413553?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107427767018413553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107427767018413553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427767018413553' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107419079861159340</id><published>2004-01-15T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T15:21:51.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//hace tiempo q abandoneel sillon de la cordura/menos mal/todavia nadie se dio &lt;br /&gt;cuenta/shhhh//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107419079861159340?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107419079861159340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107419079861159340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419079861159340' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107412008468057422</id><published>2004-01-14T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:43:16.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//emociones/ en los puentes que se cruzan entre los asperos labios nuestros/ te ves tan lindo/ tan acabado/ con tu sobretodo de angustia/ te ves tan hermoso/ tan destruido/ en tu sobretodo de angustia/ tapado de tristeza//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107412008468057422?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107412008468057422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107412008468057422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107412008468057422' title=''/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311950.post-107402754478880809</id><published>2004-01-13T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:01:20.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>  </title><content type='html'>//las melancolicas hamacas/solo ellas/hacen que los cielos grises se nublen/ cuando nunca llueve de tu color preferido/ cuando la tristeza de las melancolicas hamacas/las dulces hamacas me sienta bien/la tristeza ideal/ melancolia eterna/ como el recuerdo de la burbuja//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311950-107402754478880809?l=tristezaideal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107402754478880809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311950/posts/default/107402754478880809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristezaideal.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107402754478880809' title='  '/><author><name>carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708303277499328251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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