<?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-4086172</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:47:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lusnova</title><subtitle type='html'>En el latir de los sentidos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lusnova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lusnova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Berenice V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205658002255012303</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086172.post-117640162876449092</id><published>2007-04-12T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:13:48.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tengo 27 anos i me akavo de dar kuenta k la vida no era komo pensaba.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default/117640162876449092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default/117640162876449092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lusnova.blogspot.com/2007_04_08_archive.html#117640162876449092' title=''/><author><name>Berenice V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205658002255012303</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-4086172.post-117139325927351811</id><published>2007-02-13T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:00:59.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kuando keremos algo por lo general no suceden, si no hasta kuabdonos hemos olvidado de ellas.asi me paso kon una ilucion k guarde por mucho tiempo, no dejaba de pensar en ella i el dia k decide ovidarme de ella ... SE KUMPLE. por eso ya no guardo iluciones ..al fin i al kavo son komo el aire, llegan i se van, en silencio, sin decir nada.. kuando el aire rie...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default/117139325927351811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default/117139325927351811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lusnova.blogspot.com/2007_02_11_archive.html#117139325927351811' title=''/><author><name>Berenice V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205658002255012303</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-4086172.post-117047158481812409</id><published>2007-02-02T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:59:44.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ayer pase la noche fuera, las kalles vacias, el aire frio, la noche abierta.. i kamine i kamine hasta k me di kuenta k no necesitaba kamiar mas, k puedo kaminar poko i la profundidad sera la misma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default/117047158481812409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default/117047158481812409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lusnova.blogspot.com/2007_01_28_archive.html#117047158481812409' title=''/><author><name>Berenice V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205658002255012303</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-4086172.post-117047108176602549</id><published>2007-02-02T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:51:21.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nos enkontramos en un espacio sin fondo. donde las kosas karecen de sentido. los hombre y mujeres se rodean de ellos mismos, para simular un punto. ese punto k llamamos konciencia. al desaparecer el punto los hombres i mujeres se preguntan kontantemente i hacen konkluciones. al final ti nu ni yo tenemos la razon. ni tu has visto nada ni yo se de que estoy hablando.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default/117047108176602549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default/117047108176602549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lusnova.blogspot.com/2007_01_28_archive.html#117047108176602549' title=''/><author><name>Berenice V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205658002255012303</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-4086172.post-88236799</id><published>2003-01-29T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T11:56:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Y asi nos salimos del kontexto.   La moska le tiene miedo a la arana..  la arana le tiene miedo al pajaro.. el pajaro le tiene miedo al gato.. el gato le tiene miedo al perro.. el perro le teine miedo al hombre  y el hombre le tiene miedo a la noche.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086172/posts/default/88236799'/><link rel='self' 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