<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538067.post114347710873309153..comments</id><updated>2009-11-07T07:39:21.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on R. D. Anazasi Poesia: La muerte</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/114347710873309153/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/114347710873309153/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-muerte.html'/><author><name>R. D. Anazasi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053052389870282737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538067.post-115448452666034313</id><published>2006-08-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evidentemente hace rato que no existes. Nos veremo...</title><content type='html'>evidentemente hace rato que no existes. Nos veremos del otro lado antes que vuelvas a enhebrar letras? No creo, un saludo.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;sin duda la muerte es tentacion de los mediocres y debiles, tal vez anhelen dejar de existir...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;...o internarse en el misterio</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/114347710873309153/comments/default/115448452666034313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/114347710873309153/comments/default/115448452666034313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-muerte.html?showComment=1154484480000#c115448452666034313' title=''/><author><name>Manolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02272728952232757055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-muerte.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538067.post-114347710873309153' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/posts/default/114347710873309153' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538067.post-114418807668185748</id><published>2006-04-04T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:01:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La muerte.Anhelo de los mediocres, o no. Tentacion...</title><content type='html'>La muerte.&lt;BR/&gt;Anhelo de los mediocres, o no. Tentacion de los débiles, o no. &lt;BR/&gt;Escape a otro mundo, o no.&lt;BR/&gt;Misterio, solo misterio.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/114347710873309153/comments/default/114418807668185748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/114347710873309153/comments/default/114418807668185748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-muerte.html?showComment=1144188060000#c114418807668185748' title=''/><author><name>Un hombre sin reflejo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377829361242548491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-muerte.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538067.post-114347710873309153' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/posts/default/114347710873309153' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538067.post-114399060862335395</id><published>2006-04-02T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T08:10:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la muerte, juego dialéctico en que a veces somos l...</title><content type='html'>la muerte, juego dialéctico en que a veces somos los labios y la muñeca a un mismo tiempo y sin poder decidir muy bien donde quedarnos.&lt;BR/&gt;saludos soleados desde este rincón</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/114347710873309153/comments/default/114399060862335395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/114347710873309153/comments/default/114399060862335395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-muerte.html?showComment=1143990600000#c114399060862335395' title=''/><author><name>Leto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07469027716353686770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://rdapoesia.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-muerte.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24538067.post-114347710873309153' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24538067/posts/default/114347710873309153' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>