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	<title>..................YOU ARE THE WE OF ME..................</title>
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	<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 03:35:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>http://throughthetornpaperscreen.wordpress.com/</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2009/11/14/httpthroughthetornpaperscreenwordpresscom/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 03:35:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>esto no es cuento</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
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		<title></title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2009/10/28/87/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 07:53:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2009/10/28/87/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	How lovely!
Through the torn paper screen
the Milky Way
	(by Issa)

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		<title>Thresholds</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/05/18/to-kill-myself/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 00:46:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/05/18/to-kill-myself/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Out to kill myself,
a dead woman’s spirit
was following me closely behind,
ready to take this body as soon
as I left.
	Her warmth reached me
and my body went numb.
Her name was Caroline.
She came from under a garden
she used to water for a living.
“Leave” she said, aggressively,
trying to force me out.
	Prayers gave me little comfort,
she squeezed the air out [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What is  Seized</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/05/18/what-is-seized/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 00:46:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/05/18/what-is-seized/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Some things come back.
Looking for you,
your death screams in your forehead and crackles.
	Mother told you
that feeling all that evil inside is a symptom.
You know of what.
It is a green and blue dead person
you carry.
A negative of the picture
your six-year-old mind took
of his face next to yours,
his body on yours.
It is him you carry within.
	You are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Out</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/05/18/out/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/05/18/out/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 00:46:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/05/18/out/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	       At four I unlock my door. Across the hall, John’s is already open. We take our clothes off in front of one another, and when we are naked, John jumps from his room to mine. But today I tell him, softly, so as not to wake the others, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Resistance</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/05/18/to-resist/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 00:45:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/05/18/to-resist/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	It&#8217;s a hot night.
I&#8217;m sitting waiting for a train,
while a part of me hits another
against the walls of my body.
	Evil—I feel it rising in my mind.
All my thoughts are about to be overcome
by an enormous meanness,
a meanness that will take my body and throw it
in front of a train or a car.
	I try to remember [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In Answer to the Reasoning of the Ethereal Voices</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/03/04/untitled-draft-1/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/03/04/untitled-draft-1/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 02:18:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2008/03/04/untitled-draft-1/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Lulu called me Little Match Girl. I had never read that story. At the time, I was allowing myself to ask all sorts of questions and to get lost looking for the answer. Lulu knew that. I asked the hardest questions so I could dwell on them longer and wouldn&#8217;t need to be in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>This story ends with me still rowing</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2007/05/12/this-story-ends-with-me-still-rowing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 23:01:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2007/05/12/this-story-ends-with-me-still-rowing/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	                                             
	Three weeks ago I went to Central Park. It was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pact (#2)</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/12/14/pact-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 05:03:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/12/14/pact-2/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Take the cat and punish her, show her she shouldn’t have taken the meat out of the hot pot, punish her because she doesn’t respect us and we end up eating her leftovers, that sick cat, I tell you we should give her away but you don’t want to, you say you love her, now [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Goodbye Anlage</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/12/08/goodbye-anlage/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/12/08/goodbye-anlage/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2006 21:33:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/12/08/goodbye-anlage/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	That we are lost, Anlage, that I’m running out of a first breath and that when I get up, sometimes, I forget about you. That we have lost each other, Anlage, and that it is so true that in order to live I need to see you making love to me, and to give you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Invencion de la distancia</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/10/14/invencion-de-la-distancia/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/10/14/invencion-de-la-distancia/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2006 19:21:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/10/14/invencion-de-la-distancia/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Hermosa  Ana
levanto mi brazo
me despido
Antes que nada, mis pies sobre las tablas, el agua golpeando,
desde abajo, este piso
Después alzo la vista:
El tramo de agua crece, se afianza
mientras
tu bote se mueve, primero
Entonces, eres tú la que
me deja
Tu traje rojo te envuelve, calientita,
El viento te escarcha las pestañas,
el viento que congela mi lengua, cuando respiro
He puesto [...]]]></description>
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		<title>En Ana</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/08/05/en-ana/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/08/05/en-ana/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 03:22:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>esto no es cuento</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/08/05/en-ana/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Ana soy yo. No voy a definir aún el significado de yo, yo es la palabra que utilizo para completar la ecuación, para darle un sinónimo a Ana. Pero Ana no es mi sinónimo, la que escribe ahora no es sólo Ana, soy Ana y otras partes, Ana en el primer instante de todas las [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ana, as a seed</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/04/03/ana-as-a-seed/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/04/03/ana-as-a-seed/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2006 02:53:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/04/03/ana-as-a-seed/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	1
Me running over the yellow grass until I get tired. Ana, Ana, small white pea entombed in the center of a wall of orange bricks painted of white, not bright. Ana! Ana! Open your mouth, break the transparent skin that wraps your body and scream. Ana! This is me, the sun does not move nor [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Why don’t you want to play?</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/03/06/p54/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/03/06/p54/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 22:46:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
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		<description><![CDATA[	           “Frankie Fluffy,” Dr. Miller writes down on a white piece of paper. Frankie reads the words. He is a doctor. He is good, Frankie thinks, but she does not know what to do. She bends her head down a little and blushes. That is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>At thirteen</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/01/23/at-thirteen/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2006/01/23/at-thirteen/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 03:29:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
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		<description><![CDATA[	When she was thirteen, she was scared she would never know enough. She studied. She went to school and smiled to the boys she met; to all of them, because she was teaching herself to be nice. Nice meant to be liked, to show others that she was able to like them too, to be [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Temas</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/12/01/t-emas/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/12/01/t-emas/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 05:16:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/12/01/t-emas/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Ana, primer instante de la mañana más amarilla
¿Ana? No existe
Ana no es Ana
	(Vida del Ahorcado - Pablo Palacio)
	Tema.- m. Trozo pequeño de una composición, con arreglo al cual se desarrolla el resto de ella y, a veces, la composición entera.
           Idea fija que suelen tener [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Adiós Anla</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/11/28/adios-anla/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/11/28/adios-anla/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:56:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
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		<description><![CDATA[	Que estamos perdidas, Anla, que se me va acabando el aliento primero y que al levantarme, a veces, me olvido de ti. Que nos hemos perdido, Anla, y que es tan cierto que para vivir necesito verte haciendo el amor conmigo y darte dos besos en la espalda, mientras dejo que el dolor que  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Frankie is a fluff</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/11/17/frankie-is-a-fluff/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/11/17/frankie-is-a-fluff/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 23:14:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/11/17/frankie-is-a-fluff/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Frankie is a fluff who wants to explode my house. To explode my house. To explode it. She bends and, under my table, she grabs the fabrics that wrap my body and laughs. And she floats, Frankie wants to be a boy, she shrugs, she skips. Frankie does not belong to me. Carson put her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ana</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/11/09/ana/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/11/09/ana/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2005 03:20:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/11/09/ana/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	   Yo quería abrirme a mí mismo y ver qué había dentro, desgarrarme y observar finalmente la sangre latiendo debajo de mi piel, que crujiría como una manzana que es mordida,  cuando con mis dedos y los suyos la abriéramos para ver la vida  adentro de mí. La vida descubierta con [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cuando acaba el día</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/10/10/ocurre-que-cuando-acaba-el-dia/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/10/10/ocurre-que-cuando-acaba-el-dia/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2005 23:36:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/10/10/ocurre-que-cuando-acaba-el-dia/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Frankie camina sobre el puente. Una fila de niños en patineta la escolta en su trayecto. No se conocen; Frankie avanza pero el chirrido la desconcentra. Frankie se eriza, las ruedas sobre el pavimento la perturban, cada átomo de cemento desprendiéndose de la plancha sobre la cual camina le hace temer por  su vida. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Carson y Reeves (2da escena)</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/23/carson-y-reeves-2/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/23/carson-y-reeves-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 06:18:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/23/carson-y-reeves-2/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Llegará el día en que Carson duerma con Reeves y su trompeta. Será el día  que ella golpee a Katy y la deje muerta.
Katy Faroles se llama su muñeca verde, casi podrida. A Katy la sentaron junto al piano, entre las cortinas, para que se enfriara y muriera, tiesa. Carson la encontró y cerró [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Carson y Reeves (primera escena)</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/23/carson-y-reeves-primera-escena/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/23/carson-y-reeves-primera-escena/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 06:09:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/23/carson-y-reeves-primera-escena/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Carson  sentadita come pasas, come arvejas. Carson tiene una falda que no le cubre bien las piernas. Su camisa es la misma blanca que Reeves usará cuando se suicide -después de un concierto, su  cuerpo destazado sobre unas piedras . Ella parece un niño, tiene cara de muchacho. Reeves empieza a tocar su [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Frankie es una pelusa</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/22/frankie-es-una-pelusa/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/22/frankie-es-una-pelusa/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 03:52:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/22/frankie-es-una-pelusa/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	Frankie es una pelusa que quiere explotar mi casa. Explotar mi casa. Explotarla. Se agacha, y justo debajo de mi mesa, se aferra a las telas que envuelven mi cuerpo y se ríe. Y flota, Frankie quiere ser un chico, se encoge, da brincos. Frankie no me pertenece. Carson la puso en su caja y [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Monstruo</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/monstruo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 04:35:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
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	<category>los que me gustan</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/monstruo/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	 
	Sentada. Las piernas abiertas sobre el suelo. El voladito del vestido sucio, los dedos manchados de fango seco. Me abres los brazos pero no me miras. Pequeña. Te vi en el monstruo que Anaïs escribió, pero ahora que he vuelto a leerla reconozco que el suyo no es tan bello… ya no te reconozco [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Marissa no tiene olor</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/marissa-no-tiene-olor/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/marissa-no-tiene-olor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 03:45:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/marissa-no-tiene-olor/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[
	Si quieres a Marissa,  no la encontrarás en mí.
Huelo a pastel de chocolate. El aroma sube hasta mi nariz, cierro los ojos y me acuerdo de ti. ¿Estabas nervioso? Yo intentaba no estarlo, intentaba improvisar en la marcha y construir el personaje que creía que tú deseabas que fuera.
Café en la mesa. Me contaste [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Final de T</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/final-de-t/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/final-de-t/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 03:35:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/final-de-t/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	       Ha pasado una semana desde que estamos sin ti.
Ese sábado abriste la puerta  principal a las seis de la mañana, lo sé porque escuché su chirrido mezclándose con las voces de mis sueños, y enseguida, el despertador que había olvidado desconectar. Veía el cuadro que pinté cuando [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Un yo dividido</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/un-yo-dividido/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/un-yo-dividido/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 03:35:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>haches  y/o  ces</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/un-yo-dividido/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[	-Tía Lila, ¿qué es el horizonte?
Tía Lila  me respondió primero con un suspiro. Sacó un balde lleno de agua del tanque de latón del patio y se inclinó sobre él para lavarse la cara como si hubiera estado muy sucia. Después dijo:
-	Es el borde de las cosas.
Se quitó la blusa mojada y el sostén, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Para empezar</title>
		<link>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/para/</link>
		<comments>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/para/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 03:17:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lamananamasamarilla</dc:creator>
		
	<category>esto no es cuento</category>
	<category>los que me gustan</category>
		<guid>http://lamananamasamarilla.blogsome.com/2005/09/21/para/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Para Lore,  Juan Ma (sus ojos en la memoria), Roberto y César]]></description>
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