<?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-9028524461224736820</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:34:18.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demencia matutina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>io_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11212274271970061967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SAvMN9KndgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/boKRNLvTFcY/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028524461224736820.post-2258254505499943202</id><published>2009-02-10T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:26:10.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SZHwmSRNFgI/AAAAAAAAABM/Tvp_iUbXkF4/s1600-h/full-man-ray-the-kiss-art-print-11x14.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SZHwmSRNFgI/AAAAAAAAABM/Tvp_iUbXkF4/s320/full-man-ray-the-kiss-art-print-11x14.5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301282776921478658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las noches son tranquilas, aun cuando no escucho el silencio, cuando estoy contigo la tranquilidad se vuelve un acido que consume todo mi cuerpo..&lt;br /&gt;Me desgarra y duele..&lt;br /&gt;Los errores reemplazan a las 'muchas gracias' o 'que gusto!' ..&lt;br /&gt;las miradas son despectivas,&lt;br /&gt;y siento una gran confuncion por no saber el por que su manera de actuar,&lt;br /&gt;siendo tan desgraciadas en insultarme o ignorarme por completo... de mi esperan todo y mas&lt;br /&gt;Termino por ser insultada en vez de ser defendida.&lt;br /&gt;'hogar'.. Lo interprete como un 'ya te guardamos todo, asi que llevatelos.' o por no decir que estorban...&lt;br /&gt;tambien que frases 'quedate conmigo'... sean respondidas por 'no puedo por que caeran del cielo zapatos'- si tan estupido y absurdo como eso.&lt;br /&gt;y la que mas duele.. es que me nieguen el querer tener una compañia.. que no me permitan tener a quien a lo mejor cumpla mucho mejor en papel de familia que ellos mismo deberian hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dinero, el tiempo y el estima ya estan muy lejos de que pueda desearlos..&lt;br /&gt;Tanto como ellos todavia desean seguir negando..&lt;br /&gt;Pero no me importa, por que aun se.. que en la oscuridad de la noche..estara esperando tu mirada, o tus tontas aluciones a mis problemas&lt;br /&gt;Lloran ante semejante situacion.. y yo sonrio y respiro bailando y girando.&lt;br /&gt;suspiros, risas, pensamientos, lalareos, conversaciones, confianza y felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis manos tiritan , mis respiracion se acelera, y caigo pensando en q no soy lo que esperan,pero sintiendo q soy mejor de lo q podrian tener...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028524461224736820-2258254505499943202?l=demenciamatutina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/feeds/2258254505499943202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028524461224736820&amp;postID=2258254505499943202' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/2258254505499943202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/2258254505499943202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/2009/02/las-noches-son-tranquilas-aun-cuando-no.html' title=''/><author><name>io_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11212274271970061967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SAvMN9KndgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/boKRNLvTFcY/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SZHwmSRNFgI/AAAAAAAAABM/Tvp_iUbXkF4/s72-c/full-man-ray-the-kiss-art-print-11x14.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028524461224736820.post-1462687098436861525</id><published>2009-02-03T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:37:48.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SYjGYgix8BI/AAAAAAAAABE/4ZHAwGBwNmQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SYjGYgix8BI/AAAAAAAAABE/4ZHAwGBwNmQ/s320/Snapshot_20090203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298703085956362258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nO puedo hacer, que sonreir..&lt;br /&gt;pensar que algun día.&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas puedan cambiar, o mas bien,&lt;br /&gt;que vuelvan a ser comO antes..&lt;br /&gt;O antes de esO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POr que es mas facil, imaginar el pasado,&lt;br /&gt;que crear el futuro.??&lt;br /&gt;por q siento miedo, cuando no estas aqui??&lt;br /&gt;nunca voy a olvidarte, aunque trato&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028524461224736820-1462687098436861525?l=demenciamatutina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/feeds/1462687098436861525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028524461224736820&amp;postID=1462687098436861525' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/1462687098436861525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/1462687098436861525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/2009/02/mas-no-puedo-hacer-que-sonreir.html' title=''/><author><name>io_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11212274271970061967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SAvMN9KndgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/boKRNLvTFcY/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SYjGYgix8BI/AAAAAAAAABE/4ZHAwGBwNmQ/s72-c/Snapshot_20090203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028524461224736820.post-3359874443303291465</id><published>2008-04-24T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:54:38.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la imaginacion se fue de la mano con mi cordura...nunca mas volvi a verles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028524461224736820-3359874443303291465?l=demenciamatutina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/feeds/3359874443303291465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028524461224736820&amp;postID=3359874443303291465' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/3359874443303291465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/3359874443303291465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-imaginacion-se-fue-de-la-mano-con-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>io_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11212274271970061967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SAvMN9KndgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/boKRNLvTFcY/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028524461224736820.post-3375383268019419102</id><published>2008-04-20T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:14:07.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SAvN5dKndiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pjWFb0oaOdc/s1600-h/1457920922_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191469382440023586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SAvN5dKndiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pjWFb0oaOdc/s320/1457920922_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                          ..................................................be mine........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028524461224736820-3375383268019419102?l=demenciamatutina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/feeds/3375383268019419102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028524461224736820&amp;postID=3375383268019419102' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/3375383268019419102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/3375383268019419102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>io_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11212274271970061967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SAvMN9KndgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/boKRNLvTFcY/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SAvN5dKndiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pjWFb0oaOdc/s72-c/1457920922_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9028524461224736820.post-4954131494138025783</id><published>2008-04-19T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:40:42.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el comienzo</title><content type='html'>por mas q intente desacerme de esa sensacion...no encontre la forma de evitarla...paseaba por los pasillos del liceo y no entendia por q no podia sonreir, los demas solo reian al verme pasar y no les inmutaba para nada las constantes miradas de odio q podia lansarles.....Intente dormir ,mientras el profesor intentaba meter en mi cabeza el""" costo variable de las maquinaria""", no puede ...un nuevo fracaso a la lista, si uno nuevo (no quiero contarlos solo los agrego en mi libreta y no me importa leerlos)....al final del dia no podia seguir y mas de un " amigo" intento sobrepasarse aprobechandose de mi estado.....se que decidi q no me importaba nada... crei q solo yo podia escupirles........q solo yo podria sentir....y quizas solo soy ....diferente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9028524461224736820-4954131494138025783?l=demenciamatutina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/feeds/4954131494138025783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9028524461224736820&amp;postID=4954131494138025783' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/4954131494138025783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9028524461224736820/posts/default/4954131494138025783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demenciamatutina.blogspot.com/2008/04/el-comienzo.html' title='el comienzo'/><author><name>io_</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11212274271970061967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4pPw6Q6ugrA/SAvMN9KndgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/boKRNLvTFcY/S220/GetAttachment.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
