<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156869</id><updated>2009-02-21T03:26:00.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un sueño en el camino</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cielocolorturquesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156869/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cielocolorturquesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alejandro Mos Riera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156869.post-6430412832289306929</id><published>2008-05-06T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:58:14.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus ex machina</title><content type='html'>DECÁLOGO PARA ESCRIBIR UN POEMA BLANCO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4786767367)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I No escriba sin tiempo, el tiempo le escribe a usted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II La poesía está en la calle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III La vida existe en el poema dentro y fuera de él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV La rima y versos son al poema lo que la puntualidad a la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V Viajar sin buscar, encontrar la metáfora más allá del cielo y del infierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI La musa está en todas partes, esperando con paciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII El sonido del poema, es la sinestesia de la memoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII La esencia de un verso es soñar el viaje del siguiente verso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX La palabra precisa de amor como de silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X El poema es el epitafio de un instante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156869-6430412832289306929?l=cielocolorturquesa.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cielocolorturquesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6430412832289306929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156869&amp;postID=6430412832289306929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156869/posts/default/6430412832289306929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156869/posts/default/6430412832289306929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cielocolorturquesa.blogspot.com/2008/05/habilidad-de-los-sueos.html' title='Deus ex machina'/><author><name>Alejandro Mos Riera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04536818750147050065'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27156869.post-114617993431049359</id><published>2006-04-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T05:51:01.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream on the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                        Me desperté con el silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Entonces, oí el sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       conversar con el pájaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Ahora veo mis alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       reflejando mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       y canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dream on the road                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with a bird silence./ Then I heard the bird talk with the dream.                    /Now I see my wings./reflecting your dreams               and sing.                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27156869-114617993431049359?l=cielocolorturquesa.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cielocolorturquesa.blogspot.com/feeds/114617993431049359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27156869&amp;postID=114617993431049359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156869/posts/default/114617993431049359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27156869/posts/default/114617993431049359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cielocolorturquesa.blogspot.com/2006/04/dream-on-road.html' title='A dream on the road'/><author><name>Alejandro Mos Riera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04536818750147050065'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>