<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 01:45:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Poemas de Karina Sacerdote</title><description>Recopilación de poemas publicados en internet</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-4440946901078232024</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T19:58:17.522-08:00</atom:updated><title>Anochecer pelirrojo</title><description>&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;...a Julio Cortazar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SyBxuq3dATI/AAAAAAAACQk/_xv-Qg5rOHQ/s1600-h/pelirrojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SyBxuq3dATI/AAAAAAAACQk/_xv-Qg5rOHQ/s400/pelirrojo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413451798694134066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anochecer pelirrojo&lt;br /&gt;óleo sobre tela&lt;br /&gt;0.80 x 0.50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;autor: Zenun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anochece en rojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julio &lt;/em&gt;observa&lt;br /&gt;brumas rojas&lt;br /&gt;lomas rojas&lt;br /&gt;luna&lt;br /&gt;anochece&lt;br /&gt;en la cálida &lt;br /&gt;cintura de la prosa&lt;br /&gt;observa &lt;em&gt;Julio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el rojo anochecer&lt;br /&gt;y traza&lt;br /&gt;un punto&lt;br /&gt;de letraviva&lt;br /&gt;en donde el pucho&lt;br /&gt;no se extingue&lt;br /&gt;y el trazo&lt;br /&gt;se perpetúa&lt;br /&gt;siempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-4440946901078232024?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/12/anochecer-pelirrojo.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SyBxuq3dATI/AAAAAAAACQk/_xv-Qg5rOHQ/s72-c/pelirrojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-2514830666504612957</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T22:09:42.736-08:00</atom:updated><title>Nocturno en dualidad</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SwzJafsblrI/AAAAAAAACBU/zg5GjreoYtI/s1600/SOLEDAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SwzJafsblrI/AAAAAAAACBU/zg5GjreoYtI/s400/SOLEDAD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407918709586761394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Como la soledad" Oleo sobre tela, autor: Zenun&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cómo conservar ese lado del candil&lt;br /&gt;que abriga la hendidura de la noche&lt;br /&gt;si del techo el frío me sospecha&lt;br /&gt;si desde  antes de nacer ya estaba sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la calle tiene la hemorragia de los torturados&lt;br /&gt;pasos que no dejan más huellas&lt;br /&gt;que imperceptibles marcas en el granito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cómo saber si es la vida este ensueño&lt;br /&gt;o si los sueños son incienso que perfuma&lt;br /&gt;si ya estoy perdida en pasos invisibles&lt;br /&gt;si me vivo desencontrando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la casa se alberga en los ojos míos&lt;br /&gt;cuando la noche al fin me encuentra&lt;br /&gt;vestida de gala y de orfandades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cómo ver más allá de la dualidad que soy&lt;br /&gt;una mujer que ama con frenesí la vida&lt;br /&gt;una mujer que teme a la noche indecible&lt;br /&gt;una mujer sola que ya no duerme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-2514830666504612957?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/11/nocturno-en-dualidad.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SwzJafsblrI/AAAAAAAACBU/zg5GjreoYtI/s72-c/SOLEDAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-1268273118619334207</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T23:31:16.404-07:00</atom:updated><title>Como la libélula</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/St_8JrX5-xI/AAAAAAAABuw/bk84dE4El7Y/s1600-h/libelula03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/St_8JrX5-xI/AAAAAAAABuw/bk84dE4El7Y/s400/libelula03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395308121805159186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digo&lt;br /&gt;que las palabras dañan&lt;br /&gt;y que prefiero el daño&lt;br /&gt;al silencio de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque como la libélula resisto&lt;br /&gt;mis manos son alas entregadas&lt;br /&gt;que se mojan en el papel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;como la libélula resisto&lt;br /&gt;y la esperanza mama un ocaso&lt;br /&gt;que se nace en el camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digo&lt;br /&gt;porque decir me salva&lt;br /&gt;que seré un capullo para morir&lt;br /&gt;que voy a parir mi fruto&lt;br /&gt;cercada de depredadores&lt;br /&gt;y volveré a nacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que seré otra&lt;br /&gt;digo&lt;br /&gt;que seré la misma&lt;br /&gt;digo&lt;br /&gt;digo que seré&lt;br /&gt;como la libélula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-1268273118619334207?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-la-libelula.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/St_8JrX5-xI/AAAAAAAABuw/bk84dE4El7Y/s72-c/libelula03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-4766530043258082777</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T22:03:48.039-07:00</atom:updated><title>GIRA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SrmsKFH3o-I/AAAAAAAABOE/wVne28hpskc/s1600-h/gira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SrmsKFH3o-I/AAAAAAAABOE/wVne28hpskc/s400/gira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384524118671991778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gira &lt;br /&gt;y es diantre de garras férvidas y lengua con clavos&lt;br /&gt;y lame y desgarra la carne toda y toca y derrite la piel mojada&lt;br /&gt;gira &lt;br /&gt;y es el soplo más blanco del agua de un río y la caricia más suave&lt;br /&gt;y besa y cura todas las grietas y toca y estremece todos los lados&lt;br /&gt;gira &lt;br /&gt;y es bestia que profana y ata y domina&lt;br /&gt;mutila y clava zarpas y colmillos &lt;br /&gt;mata despacio y arranca las vísceras&lt;br /&gt;gira &lt;br /&gt;y es ángel que arrulla y desclava los sueños y otorga&lt;br /&gt;renace instantáneo y trasplanta un todo &lt;br /&gt;gira y devora &lt;br /&gt;gira y alimenta&lt;br /&gt;y yo &lt;br /&gt;condescendiente a sus cambios&lt;br /&gt;me entrego al infierno y al cielo&lt;br /&gt;amante de todas sus caras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-4766530043258082777?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/09/gira.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SrmsKFH3o-I/AAAAAAAABOE/wVne28hpskc/s72-c/gira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-4882894750105493867</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T14:36:10.546-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sp7g6qyQWfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/0DEGF9DE0fg/s1600-h/tapalibroti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sp7g6qyQWfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/0DEGF9DE0fg/s400/tapalibroti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376982303649061362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terapia intensiva &lt;/strong&gt;Ediciones Muestrario, Buenos Aires, 2009. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te  fugás de vos &lt;br /&gt;para no sentir tanta incógnita&lt;br /&gt;para no tener tanto miedo&lt;br /&gt;porque todo muere a tu alrededor&lt;br /&gt;porque cuando cesan los quejidos&lt;br /&gt;sólo espera la morgue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te fugás y todo es ausencia&lt;br /&gt;todo es falta &lt;br /&gt;todo es no luz&lt;br /&gt;estás inmóvil y solo&lt;br /&gt;ni  tu cuerpo te pertenece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo vos y tu consciencia&lt;br /&gt;solo vos y tu alma&lt;br /&gt;más solo que nunca&lt;br /&gt;desnudo de todo&lt;br /&gt;                           ....................&lt;i&gt;en terapia intensiva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-4882894750105493867?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/09/terapia-intensiva-ediciones-muestrario.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sp7g6qyQWfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/0DEGF9DE0fg/s72-c/tapalibroti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-2691350331890422189</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 00:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-26T17:37:40.922-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lapso</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Smz2yUdRGMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/SK277AE1ARA/s1600-h/vela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Smz2yUdRGMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/SK277AE1ARA/s400/vela.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362932600636774594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacificadora &lt;br /&gt;de tu destiempo&lt;br /&gt;te insto a pensar &lt;br /&gt;que existe un luego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nueve en punto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tergiversas la adversa&lt;br /&gt;manera de quererte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se cierra la entrada&lt;br /&gt;ya son casi las diez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-2691350331890422189?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/07/lapso.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Smz2yUdRGMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/SK277AE1ARA/s72-c/vela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-7344869267916149956</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T20:42:36.264-07:00</atom:updated><title>se me fue de las manos</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sl_yq10krlI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ugCBxTyQyoI/s1600-h/manos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sl_yq10krlI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ugCBxTyQyoI/s400/manos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359268899410194002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se me fue de las manos&lt;br /&gt;el pañuelo de tiznes azules&lt;br /&gt;lloraba confites de fresa&lt;br /&gt;y ahora&lt;br /&gt;la hiel guillotina&lt;br /&gt;los capullos que ayer&lt;br /&gt;se amaban con delirio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se me fue de las manos&lt;br /&gt;el otoño extremo &lt;br /&gt;la cálida ternura de mi boca&lt;br /&gt;tu boca &lt;br /&gt;de palabras mudas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ahora&lt;br /&gt;que los pájaros trapecistas&lt;br /&gt;se fueron&lt;br /&gt;un frío invierno se avecina&lt;br /&gt;en estas manos vacías&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-7344869267916149956?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/07/se-me-fue-de-las-manos.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sl_yq10krlI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ugCBxTyQyoI/s72-c/manos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-3708618839189095622</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 08:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T01:32:58.299-07:00</atom:updated><title>hoy que el papel</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SlWq42v-UQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/EHdeqM-1M-Y/s1600-h/reloj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SlWq42v-UQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/EHdeqM-1M-Y/s400/reloj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356375225573200130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy que el papel &lt;br /&gt;se empeña en blanco&lt;br /&gt;que la tinta azul &lt;br /&gt;se secó de pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que no hay orquídeas &lt;br /&gt;en el pelo de la tarde&lt;br /&gt;ni el lente proyecta imágenes&lt;br /&gt;sucumbidas de prasmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy que todo es un reloj&lt;br /&gt;te escribo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-3708618839189095622?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoy-que-el-papel.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SlWq42v-UQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/EHdeqM-1M-Y/s72-c/reloj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-5539548972755374929</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T20:45:53.109-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sobre la mesa</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sl_z5rGqatI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1I9DXGyYCZE/s1600-h/sobrelamesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sl_z5rGqatI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1I9DXGyYCZE/s400/sobrelamesa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359270253742942930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre la mesa&lt;br /&gt;desparramadas &lt;br /&gt;las cuentas pendientes&lt;br /&gt;siempre se debe&lt;br /&gt;poco se acredita&lt;br /&gt;todo se paga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta el amor&lt;br /&gt;hasta la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cotizamos el viaje hacia la muerte&lt;br /&gt;allá lejos y solos&lt;br /&gt;en donde estaremos saldados&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-5539548972755374929?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/06/sobre-la-mesa.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sl_z5rGqatI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1I9DXGyYCZE/s72-c/sobrelamesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-7739946315944855799</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 07:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-06T00:04:34.925-07:00</atom:updated><title>POEMA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SgE2bQ85jiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bJf56gbN4rU/s1600-h/calle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SgE2bQ85jiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bJf56gbN4rU/s400/calle2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332603275818143266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se suicida un después de mí&lt;br /&gt;a veces es la calle el laberinto &lt;br /&gt;en el que perderme me salva&lt;br /&gt;y son los bares que no visitamos nunca juntos&lt;br /&gt;islotes de alcohol envenenado&lt;br /&gt;que ahogan mi sed de calentura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se sacrifica un ahora de mí&lt;br /&gt;cuando la noche censa las ventanas y las puertas &lt;br /&gt;sólo la noche inmensa y yo&lt;br /&gt;amantes lésbicas y ardientes &lt;br /&gt;fornicamos&lt;br /&gt;cuando pienso en rojo &lt;br /&gt;y me suicido en la cama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-7739946315944855799?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/05/poema.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SgE2bQ85jiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bJf56gbN4rU/s72-c/calle2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-7971687521450931918</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 05:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T20:48:09.277-07:00</atom:updated><title>LUNAS ROTAS</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sl_0ZlaBvmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Byxw30W3epA/s1600-h/11271874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sl_0ZlaBvmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Byxw30W3epA/s400/11271874.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359270801969364578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poemario de lunas rotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pedacitos de blanco &lt;br /&gt;cascarón de burbuja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lavandera de adioses&lt;br /&gt;planchadora de esperas&lt;br /&gt;cocinera de siestas&lt;br /&gt;paseadora de rincones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con este rejón de antaño&lt;br /&gt;cortarme las venas&lt;br /&gt;hasta desangrar tu fuga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-7971687521450931918?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/05/lunas-rotas.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/Sl_0ZlaBvmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Byxw30W3epA/s72-c/11271874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-2588342077351730621</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-11T08:03:39.669-08:00</atom:updated><title>Nocturno con lluvia</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SZL2rhpF8HI/AAAAAAAAACY/8tHgtCN9t3M/s1600-h/tormenta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301570938994028658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SZL2rhpF8HI/AAAAAAAAACY/8tHgtCN9t3M/s320/tormenta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no lloran los serafines cuando llueve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esas tiaras frágiles no son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;naufragios de sueños hechos agua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no lloran dioses ni galaxias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el tronar del cielo no es ofensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no es penumbra el resplandor de los rayos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando llueve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;es el alma de los hombres la que oficia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;es el miedo de estar solos y no tener nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;son los adioses que la vida nos impuso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;la lluvia es el recuerdo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;memoria de aquello &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que lloraron nuestras lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karina Sacerdote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-2588342077351730621?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2009/02/nocturno-con-lluvia.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SZL2rhpF8HI/AAAAAAAAACY/8tHgtCN9t3M/s72-c/tormenta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-4215453734765004379</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T10:34:19.971-07:00</atom:updated><title>LE PONGO</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SNvLjVH3v6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/piJtfteJpPU/s1600-h/beso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250013598456463266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SNvLjVH3v6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/piJtfteJpPU/s320/beso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;le pongo ojos&lt;br /&gt;a la imagen que&lt;br /&gt;de vos&lt;br /&gt;de mi&lt;br /&gt;se hace a veces&lt;br /&gt;sombra&lt;br /&gt;cuenco de agua seca&lt;br /&gt;marioneta volátil&lt;br /&gt;y flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le pongo boca&lt;br /&gt;a la boca del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;boca que nace beso&lt;br /&gt;beso que muere&lt;br /&gt;desbocado&lt;br /&gt;cuando callo&lt;br /&gt;y callas&lt;br /&gt;cuando no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-4215453734765004379?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-pongo.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SNvLjVH3v6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/piJtfteJpPU/s72-c/beso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-5089526625887365162</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 06:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T23:59:23.186-07:00</atom:updated><title>CINCO SECRETOS DE CANTO SILENCIOSO</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SNNNva9UgCI/AAAAAAAAABs/0O93dMjKNUQ/s1600-h/mariposa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247623467902468130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SNNNva9UgCI/AAAAAAAAABs/0O93dMjKNUQ/s320/mariposa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamás&lt;br /&gt;la esencia dormida acontece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despierta es la vida&lt;br /&gt;acalla dolores en ciempiés&lt;br /&gt;y los fracasos de hombre&lt;br /&gt;trepando médanos de cielo&lt;br /&gt;son un ocaso&lt;br /&gt;raíces&lt;br /&gt;que no encuentran agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en la gruta&lt;br /&gt;jamás es perdón&lt;br /&gt;lo que busca una boca&lt;br /&gt;que con dagas muerde&lt;br /&gt;reproches macabros&lt;br /&gt;porque es vida&lt;br /&gt;una vida de penas sin ruegos&lt;br /&gt;y no es muerte&lt;br /&gt;es vida&lt;br /&gt;cantar absurdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamás es jamás&lt;br /&gt;un adiós de mártires dormidos&lt;br /&gt;que esperan el reencuentro&lt;br /&gt;de carnes adustas capaces&lt;br /&gt;de dar aún más que las noches&lt;br /&gt;de luna llena&lt;br /&gt;vacía&lt;br /&gt;cortada&lt;br /&gt;borrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es sol&lt;br /&gt;una plegaria sin roce&lt;br /&gt;que nunca naufraga en la arena&lt;br /&gt;de una mano sin pétalos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somos&lt;br /&gt;orugas&lt;br /&gt;mínimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recorremos tallos&lt;br /&gt;añorando alas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-5089526625887365162?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2008/09/cinco-secretos-de-canto-silencioso.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SNNNva9UgCI/AAAAAAAAABs/0O93dMjKNUQ/s72-c/mariposa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-824917477659540713</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T08:53:26.930-07:00</atom:updated><title>DE TU COSTILLA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMqQbsySrsI/AAAAAAAAABg/_JnlNb0MiFI/s1600-h/costillas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245163521579331266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMqQbsySrsI/AAAAAAAAABg/_JnlNb0MiFI/s320/costillas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tu costilla&lt;br /&gt;este amarte&lt;br /&gt;buscarte encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;anillo de infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tu costilla&lt;br /&gt;mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;este asombro&lt;br /&gt;el cendal de Gracia&lt;br /&gt;los besos&lt;br /&gt;bocas desnudas&lt;br /&gt;pariendo infinitud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas aguas de sal&lt;br /&gt;abrasándome la lengua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tu costilla&lt;br /&gt;estos ojos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-824917477659540713?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-tu-costilla.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMqQbsySrsI/AAAAAAAAABg/_JnlNb0MiFI/s72-c/costillas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-2762198044142721240</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T08:43:55.462-07:00</atom:updated><title>PASAJE</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMqOL8RwQEI/AAAAAAAAABY/alA8THfU3cg/s1600-h/fetopasaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245161051836661826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMqOL8RwQEI/AAAAAAAAABY/alA8THfU3cg/s320/fetopasaje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huérfanos&lt;br /&gt;transitamos auroras&lt;br /&gt;ocasos&lt;br /&gt;amanecemos amantes&lt;br /&gt;dormimos verdugos&lt;br /&gt;amamos-matamos&lt;br /&gt;matamos-sanamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de tanto en tanto&lt;br /&gt;que es todo y nada&lt;br /&gt;lloramos vírgenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitivos caemos&lt;br /&gt;vomitamos demonios&lt;br /&gt;en la incógnita profunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;más luego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seguramente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo se aclare&lt;br /&gt;y no estemos solos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-2762198044142721240?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2008/09/pasaje.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMqOL8RwQEI/AAAAAAAAABY/alA8THfU3cg/s72-c/fetopasaje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-6717855118952075092</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T16:25:22.999-07:00</atom:updated><title>ABRIME TODA</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMhXVUvbPBI/AAAAAAAAABM/tCR5ZcM4cB8/s1600-h/parejaamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMhXVUvbPBI/AAAAAAAAABM/tCR5ZcM4cB8/s320/parejaamor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244537789929438226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;abrime el tobillo&lt;br /&gt;con  la uña maldita de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;abrime la cintura para partirme en  cien&lt;br /&gt;acurrucarme los pedazos en tu cuello&lt;br /&gt;repartirte las migajas que me  quedan&lt;br /&gt;abrime toda&lt;br /&gt;cada puerta cada ojo cada arrecife&lt;br /&gt;recortá la sed  de tanto abismo&lt;br /&gt;abrime los espacios irresueltos&lt;br /&gt;para restaurar las  manos&lt;br /&gt;en el rincón pequeño de mi terreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-6717855118952075092?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2008/09/abrime-toda.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMhXVUvbPBI/AAAAAAAAABM/tCR5ZcM4cB8/s72-c/parejaamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-4360724197016849364</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T14:26:40.290-07:00</atom:updated><title>VASO RAJADO</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMg7cV7kAXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VGnWXfHfCuU/s1600-h/vaso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMg7cV7kAXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VGnWXfHfCuU/s320/vaso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244507124182286706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;como un vaso rajado&lt;br /&gt;con mis manos te toco&lt;br /&gt;en el vértice&lt;br /&gt;invisible&lt;br /&gt;para  cortarte&lt;br /&gt;despellejarte en ilusorio ahogo&lt;br /&gt;llevarme tu  piel&lt;br /&gt;olerla&lt;br /&gt;tentarla&lt;br /&gt;hacerla mía&lt;br /&gt;cuando te vas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-4360724197016849364?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2008/09/vaso-rajado.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMg7cV7kAXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VGnWXfHfCuU/s72-c/vaso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-5638770160928771978</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T14:33:12.730-07:00</atom:updated><title>DE GRISES</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMg9C0OFvvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aQR-0PJJJGs/s1600-h/lluviagris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMg9C0OFvvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aQR-0PJJJGs/s320/lluviagris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244508884659715826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;de grises&lt;br /&gt;el alto  infinito&lt;br /&gt;se acongoja&lt;br /&gt;es inminente el llanto&lt;br /&gt;mañana&lt;br /&gt;tal vez&lt;br /&gt;sus  lágrimas sirvan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-5638770160928771978?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-grises.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMg9C0OFvvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/aQR-0PJJJGs/s72-c/lluviagris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357141861197543964.post-167566033784974348</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T14:36:56.369-07:00</atom:updated><title>INEVITABLE EL LABIO</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMg97iF3PTI/AAAAAAAAABA/7dPTClwH0Ew/s1600-h/labios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMg97iF3PTI/AAAAAAAAABA/7dPTClwH0Ew/s200/labios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244509859045915954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inevitable el labio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;el  que se sabe dios&lt;br /&gt;hormiguero de mañanas&lt;br /&gt;apacible bufón de  naufragios&lt;br /&gt;entelequia de abismo solo&lt;br /&gt;el que ama&lt;br /&gt;ese&lt;br /&gt;el tuyo&lt;br /&gt;el  que besa&lt;br /&gt;besos de intrépida rompiente&lt;br /&gt;ese labio inferior que es  nirvana&lt;br /&gt;cuando roza sutilmente&lt;br /&gt;como capullo  rabioso&lt;br /&gt;errante&lt;br /&gt;mi&lt;br /&gt;boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357141861197543964-167566033784974348?l=poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poemasdekarinasacerdote.blogspot.com/2008/09/inevitable-el-labio.html</link><author>karinasacerdote@yahoo.com.ar (Karina Sacerdote)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sz6t4hP02Nk/SMg97iF3PTI/AAAAAAAAABA/7dPTClwH0Ew/s72-c/labios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>