<?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-6591237</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:19:41.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GANGRENA</title><subtitle type='html'>descomposición del tejido orgánico</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591237.post-108517485116474525</id><published>2004-05-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:27:31.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mientras la lentitud de la máquina se ajusta más al ideal de molusco, comrimo y centrifugo ideas en el punto que divide en partes iguales mi frente, pero para qué si no llegan a figuras un poco delimitadas al ojo que pueda perforar acero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108517485116474525?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108517485116474525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108517485116474525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108517485116474525' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108501684021833804</id><published>2004-05-19T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T18:34:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy un estado tan ridículo. La semana entera en un estado tan ridículo, sabiendo que es porque así lo preferiría; entonces sin importar si en este momento las neuronas sufren de exceso de funcionamiento inservible y mi inutilidad cumple el deseo de intestino grueso, podría después invocar el recuerdo con un gesto en que mi boca se estire a los laterales; y, adaptándome a las posibilidades que esta mueca me  permita, me diría en algún tono inadecuado a la situación de autoengaño  –¡jo! ¡qué ridículo el estado de esa vez!.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108501684021833804?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108501684021833804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108501684021833804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108501684021833804' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108499011105668330</id><published>2004-05-19T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T11:08:31.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La rama se acerca entre ventanillas cerradas para llegar a mi necesidad de fresco, pero no advierto su llegada. Y cuando su presencia es tan próxima a la mía, todo se sucede en cámara lenta y en intersección con visiones de futuro:  la rama se alarga y se enrosca en mi cuello sin que la inercia me permita un escape, mientras los inicios de hojas simuladoras de ternura sacan sus espinas que afilaron con la mente, y me arañan en círculos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108499011105668330?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108499011105668330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108499011105668330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108499011105668330' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108481726520485325</id><published>2004-05-17T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T11:07:45.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahora el 120, alguna vez poderoso entre otros vehículos que ni se aproximan en altura, y observado por quienes tienden a esferizar sus ojos y a cubrir su mentón con láminas de saliva provenientes de una boca abierta de admiración, se pregunta qué clase de odio personalizado hizo que lo arrastraran al reverso sobre sus ruedas delanteras ya débiles, y que ni su verde brille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108481726520485325?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108481726520485325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108481726520485325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108481726520485325' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108457695500973835</id><published>2004-05-14T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T16:22:35.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rulos electrificados piden con tono que incontrolable saltea talentoso la dulzura propia de la situación y se convierte en histeria criminal, un hamaque hasta el cielo que debe ser más, más, más rápido. Y la hamacadora de quien hereda criminalidad pregunta si más rápido o más fuerte.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108457695500973835?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108457695500973835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108457695500973835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108457695500973835' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108422421903957475</id><published>2004-05-10T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T14:23:39.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subo y, respondiendo a un reflejo tardío, ustedes dirigen abodocadas sus miradas y cabezas a la ventanilla. Ya será tirarse por ésta con un audaz traspase del vidrio, sin uso del martillo de urgencias. Pero sé que no miran el paisaje acompañado de respiraciones relajadas; sino que miran tensas, pero con expresión de neutro interés, a la menos interesante rajadura del vidrio que rompa con su monotonía, la que pudiera provocar una llave o el colmillo del vampiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108422421903957475?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108422421903957475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108422421903957475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108422421903957475' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108411239721609038</id><published>2004-05-09T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T07:32:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya la tercera vez que veo esta piedra árabe apuntando a sus orígenes, clavada sobre metales de óxido radioactivo, y no tengo muletas sobre las que podría cargar mi peso y el del que no suelta mi cuello, para que el dedo herido repose. Pero es que el barco gigante, que me espera en alguna orilla para el viaje interminable de selección de monstruos sangrientos para la última película, se va a ir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108411239721609038?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108411239721609038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108411239721609038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108411239721609038' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108389378905421301</id><published>2004-05-06T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T18:40:56.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suponiendo que una confusión de cables en el momento de entrar a mi cuerpo me hiciera ser este gran oso que debe escuchar y mirar diferentes tipos de asentimientos ante cada frase pronunciada, decidiría empezar por respiraciones agitadas y después aflojar mandíbula y dedos, lo suficiente para  que mis dientes y uñas se caigan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108389378905421301?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108389378905421301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108389378905421301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108389378905421301' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108374677265802295</id><published>2004-05-05T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T01:50:37.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Podría avisar antes de clavar sus pupilas que resaltan como atornilladas sobre un ojo que previamente convivió inmerso en litros de lavandina pero que mantiene que es demasiado temprano aún para irritaciones, en las mías. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108374677265802295?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108374677265802295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108374677265802295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108374677265802295' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108362285104160207</id><published>2004-05-03T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T15:24:57.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Una cuadra no es tanto. Y no era en detalle, era ver un brazo levantado nomás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108362285104160207?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108362285104160207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108362285104160207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362285104160207' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108362249320841535</id><published>2004-05-03T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T15:19:00.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me pregunto si cumplió el gran sueño de intercambio con ojo de águila. Pero sé de la imposibilidad de la operación por escaces de suficientes posibles conexiones. ¿Entonces nació así, pudiendo ver en detalle el brazo de la ansiosa compulsiva a una cuadra de distancia? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108362249320841535?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108362249320841535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108362249320841535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362249320841535' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108329607950664788</id><published>2004-04-29T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T20:38:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Podrían haber fallado los cálculos, la llamada  telefónica la obligaría a movilizar su mano muerta estando el vehículo en movimiento, y sólo quedaría esperar que la mujer haya recordado cubrir su cuerpo con el aceite de incombinables mezclas químicas para protección de daños casuales; casi sin esperar palabras del otro lado preguntaría monótona si se baja ahora; la respuesta la llevaría a tirarse horizontal. &lt;br /&gt;Pero habrá cumplido eficazmente con obligaciones de secretaria fiel, porque el semáforo esperaba en rojo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108329607950664788?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108329607950664788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108329607950664788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108329607950664788' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108308771801298196</id><published>2004-04-27T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T10:46:12.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahora la sensación de inquietud y facilidad de sueño. Aunque creo a la inquietud por demasiados pensamientos y mayor inquietud provoca saber que no hay pensamientos, que mi mente sólo piensa aceleradamente que piensa demasiado, a no ser la existencia de un muy profundo hueco alojador de pensamientos inquietantes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108308771801298196?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108308771801298196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108308771801298196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308771801298196' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108290642131399141</id><published>2004-04-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T08:24:32.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Y si le fraccionaba la clavícula en algunos pedazos desiguales? A disculpas dirigidas a su hija por un no intencionado empuje, esta señora cree que ser madre la autoriza a responder que no hay problema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108290642131399141?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108290642131399141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108290642131399141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290642131399141' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108282359464921686</id><published>2004-04-24T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T09:24:04.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Debe desear territorio en kilométricas alturas para vivir en constante subida por escaleras empinadas, porque a cada paso suelta su taco para balancearse, a la vez que quiebra leyes gravitatorias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108282359464921686?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108282359464921686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108282359464921686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282359464921686' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108259144437023484</id><published>2004-04-21T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T16:54:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todos los músculos o huesos:&lt;br /&gt;Únanse a la gran contractura, que sólo se declaran parte de Agustina y ya son partícipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108259144437023484?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108259144437023484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108259144437023484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108259144437023484' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108241974664054795</id><published>2004-04-19T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T17:13:34.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entonces era sí o sí llegar, hoy al menos, al planteo de qué hago si todo se relaciona en línea recta, o de fácil recorrido, con nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108241974664054795?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108241974664054795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108241974664054795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108241974664054795' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108230415128578830</id><published>2004-04-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T09:06:33.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La forma de que la pierna no lleve a la cadera puede ser siendo la conexión entre éstas un invisible y elástico ligamento que se prolonga sólo de forma horizontal. Entonces uno avanza la pierna como deslizándola de modo fantasmal (cuantos metros o kilómetros se requieran para la operación de la que se trate, con fines de lucro o no), dejando el cuerpo, por lo que cadera, atrás. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108230415128578830?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108230415128578830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108230415128578830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230415128578830' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108224615544875370</id><published>2004-04-17T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T16:59:55.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No ir de pierna, ir de cadera. &lt;br /&gt;No ir de pierna, ir de cadera.&lt;br /&gt;No ir de pierna, ir de cadera.&lt;br /&gt;NO IR DE PIERNA IR DE CADERA&lt;br /&gt;Para fácil explicación, porque igual no hay forma de que la pierna no lleve a la cadera, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108224615544875370?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108224615544875370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108224615544875370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108224615544875370' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108215090824359378</id><published>2004-04-16T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T14:32:27.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si la posesión de relojes, cualquiera mayor a la escasez de uno sólo, tipliquan o cuatripliquan el tiempo, entonces declaro urgente la adquisición. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108215090824359378?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108215090824359378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108215090824359378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108215090824359378' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108194651705524047</id><published>2004-04-14T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T05:45:53.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De construcción metálica, con un sexto dedo se puede adquirir velocidad invisible, y qué cantidad de pasajes impensables. &lt;br /&gt;O podría ser que no, que ante la posibilidad sólo exista la misma productividad de antes, por lo que menos virtuosismo repartido entre seis.&lt;br /&gt;De amputación rápida, con cuatro dedos se puede adquirir velocidad invisible, y qué cantidad de pasajes impensables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108194651705524047?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108194651705524047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108194651705524047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194651705524047' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108180528014622366</id><published>2004-04-12T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T14:31:54.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Qué fue, sino felicidad, que al despertarme (tarde, el reloj despertador todavía no se digna al cumplimiento de sus funciones) haya tenido que ponerme una bufanda? ¿Y qué, sino una burla de previo plan, que después de un recorrido de veinte minutos haya tenido que sacármela, acompañada del pulover, para quedar en simple remera y aún así tener calor del enfermante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108180528014622366?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108180528014622366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108180528014622366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180528014622366' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108168370313893522</id><published>2004-04-11T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T04:45:34.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se presenta una repentina invasión de moscas que optan por persecuciones interminables. Pero siendo el caso de diferentes comunes existencias, entre realidad y sueños, puedo dejarlas ahí en espera de mi pronto cansancio, suprimido en horas de siesta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108168370313893522?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108168370313893522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108168370313893522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168370313893522' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108130522338189155</id><published>2004-04-06T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T19:37:29.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De mayor diversión aún hubiera sido que al baterista todovirtuoso, en uno de sus pasajes poderosos, se le hubiera soltado un palillo que hubiera volado por aires contaminados por el timbre insoportable, (que no, señor, cerrando esa ventana el timbre sigue, y con más furia, en su intención de perforación absoluta), y que después de desorbitante viaje se hubiera clavado en profundas fosas nasales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108130522338189155?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108130522338189155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108130522338189155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108130522338189155' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108129065044269524</id><published>2004-04-06T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T15:34:36.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dichoso el vidrio y su cualidad de ténue reflejo de directa comparación con el humo, gracias a él me entretengo con la lectura del pasajero de adelante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108129065044269524?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108129065044269524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108129065044269524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129065044269524' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108127999200516958</id><published>2004-04-06T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T12:36:57.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El pueblerino se retuerce al menos 12 veces antes de salir dejando atrás puertas abiertas, poniendo así a prueba grados de confianza. Las baldosas siguen estáticas y planean dar corriente si los pasos no siguen diariamente un específico recorrido. Saluda al que no recuerda haber visto, es que es pueblerino. &lt;br /&gt;Por las noches padece mutaciones de amplia variedad, empezando por las muelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108127999200516958?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108127999200516958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108127999200516958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127999200516958' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108127079857393150</id><published>2004-04-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T10:03:44.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cómo puede ser. Que la mitad del año deba adjetivarme sólo como inútil y que en esta mitad las altas temperaturas se adueñen de mis conversaciones. Y que crea en la impecable actuación de nubes traidoras. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108127079857393150?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108127079857393150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108127079857393150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108127079857393150' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108111480689247503</id><published>2004-04-04T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T14:43:49.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soy dios soy dios. Menos mal, porque creí a la persecución razón de una necesidad de asesinato rápido. Pero al fin descubierto el misterio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108111480689247503?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108111480689247503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108111480689247503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108111480689247503' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108110250828117393</id><published>2004-04-04T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T11:18:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anotar las palabras que en momentos dados su orden y forma me desarman y anulan, depositando en mi cerebro como finalidad específica un repetitivo cuestionario de lo cierto de mi existencia y agrandando ojos hasta que el párpado no exista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108110250828117393?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108110250828117393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108110250828117393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108110250828117393' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108108615679591706</id><published>2004-04-04T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T06:46:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agudizo mi vista implorante sobre la pantalla pero no hay caso, no me dicta nada, o no entiendo combinaciones de ceros y unos, pero debería haber un proceso de traducción interna que desconocemos.&lt;br /&gt;Explíquese mejor, máquina cuadrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108108615679591706?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108108615679591706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108108615679591706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108108615679591706' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108101724540421195</id><published>2004-04-03T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T10:37:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengo que mantener mi cuerpo compacto o con proximidad a unificación para poder sincronizar algunos movimientos que permitan llevarme de un lado a otro, sin ser éstos distantes. Pero cómo hago si el sol me clava sus rayos abusivos agujereándome los poros y convirtiéndome en millones de partículas aplastadas, que para trasladarse necesitan ser juntadas con palita y llevadas en un balde con agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108101724540421195?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108101724540421195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108101724540421195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108101724540421195' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108094313280722233</id><published>2004-04-02T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:02:32.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para que la de los gigantes aros de rombo deje de leer mis líneas, intento sin disimulo que mantuvo todo el recorrido, hice de mis letras deformidades ilegibles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108094313280722233?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108094313280722233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108094313280722233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094313280722233' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108093627143040650</id><published>2004-04-02T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T12:08:11.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El bicho crujiente que se suponía inquilino de mi rodilla, ahora se apropió de ésta y prefirió un estilo de decoración que consiste en un aumento de inmovilidad junto a detallistas y finas puntadas, y no hay leyes en mi defensa. Conozco su plan. Comienzan por insignificantes rodillas hasta que uno recuerda mirar a su alrededor y éstos ya se apropiaron de comunidades enteras y conquistaron innumerables territorios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108093627143040650?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108093627143040650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108093627143040650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108093627143040650' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108076555650873404</id><published>2004-03-31T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:42:53.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Es extraño cómo la presencia de un tiburón en mi cama (que no hubiéramos podido sacar si no le hubiésemos cortado la circulación de la cola para movilizarlo sin que lo note), y un cambio de clima, pueden significar un repentino cambio de humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108076555650873404?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108076555650873404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108076555650873404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108076555650873404' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108069362292975092</id><published>2004-03-30T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:43:59.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Para qué desear volar en naves espaciales acompañado de alienígenas almibarados con pluralidad de bocas, si viajar en el último asiento del colectivo, colocado sobre un escalón que inserta en la cintura el comienzo de la ventanilla, teniendo ésta perfectos espesor, tamaño y proporción de viento; guarda, si no la misma sensación, un muy similar parecido?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108069362292975092?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108069362292975092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108069362292975092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069362292975092' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108060180966843072</id><published>2004-03-29T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:13:44.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No se por qué clase de mecanismo inservible, o quizás por premonición de algún próximo incidente, mi globo ocular rota para apuntar siempre, en el momento justo y sin aviso, al cartel de calle Mendoza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108060180966843072?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108060180966843072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108060180966843072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108060180966843072' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108032790646124960</id><published>2004-03-26T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T11:08:37.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Desde esta ubicación específica, y con el caño de transversalidad tal que va a permitir a los parados un tercer apoyo inseguro, tapándome un ojo como muestra de astucia, me siento observadora de poca sutileza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108032790646124960?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108032790646124960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108032790646124960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108032790646124960' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108024784314673260</id><published>2004-03-25T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T12:54:11.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sobre mí descansan kilos de calor que mediante procesos de complicación imposible podrían ser transformados en oro. Considero, personalmente, a la segunda como mejor opción, de conformidad para todos. Hasta para el presa de mente psicótica,  quien podría volver a invertir, o en calor acorralado en cajas que no se derritirían por intervención de divinidades en tiempo libre, o en psiquiatras especializados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108024784314673260?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108024784314673260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108024784314673260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108024784314673260' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-108008300633305049</id><published>2004-03-23T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:06:53.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sería mejor eso de que cuando los seis o siete perros huéspedes del garage se decidan a masticarme despues de aullar en conjunto, despidan humo al ladrar. Así sería consciente de un frio helado y eso llevaría a felicidad al menos momentanea, y ese momento se prolongaría si tomara chocolatada. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-108008300633305049?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108008300633305049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/108008300633305049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108008300633305049' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107998748921888523</id><published>2004-03-22T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:34:54.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Festejaríamos con helado si el amable reloj despertador decidiera sonar sin pausa en el horario solicitado, concediendo minutos o una hora más de siesta al que agobiado confió su vida de necesitador oficial de sueño al aparato de pila imbécil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107998748921888523?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107998748921888523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107998748921888523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998748921888523' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107990450728010895</id><published>2004-03-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T13:31:50.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cómo le permití a mi cerebro, a cualquiera de mis hemisferios, olvidar claves secretas para respirar eternamente y sin dificultad abajo del agua, sin estallar tampoco en máximas profundidades?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107990450728010895?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107990450728010895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107990450728010895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107990450728010895' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107980964438072601</id><published>2004-03-20T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T11:10:46.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En caso de encontrar el  teléfono anteriormente extraviado pero ya haber pedido por otros medios este mismo número, y encontrarse en la mano húmeda con la posesión de dos números diferentes que con cables entrecruzados deberían llegar misteriosamente al mismo sitio, elegir al de letra armoniosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107980964438072601?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107980964438072601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107980964438072601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107980964438072601' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107978733603045816</id><published>2004-03-20T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T04:58:58.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hubieran avisado de la existencia de pinceles simuladores de buen pulso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107978733603045816?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107978733603045816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107978733603045816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107978733603045816' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107975393310185091</id><published>2004-03-19T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:42:14.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pensé que el señor acuchillador se imponía en calles del centro y no que en un encuentro me permitía elegir entre tres cuchillos para cometer el crimen, y, además ponernos en parejas. Tampoco pensé que tenía cabeza de extraterrestre venosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107975393310185091?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107975393310185091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107975393310185091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107975393310185091' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107963646652289724</id><published>2004-03-18T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T11:04:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Del otro lado del teléfono descolgado está la neurótica y la tensión del aire, en veloz aumento, podría estallar vidrios. Entonces la de rulos se resigna y le repite al teléfono&lt;br /&gt;-Pero no, no me podés amenazar........sí, me estás diciendo que me vas a matar... bueno, que me vas a llevar a juicio...&lt;br /&gt;Y cómo no, si la dejaron en interminable espera telefónica habiendo sido sus rulos los culpables de la errónea información.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107963646652289724?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107963646652289724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107963646652289724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107963646652289724' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107945732074638224</id><published>2004-03-16T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T09:18:37.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Usted, mujer profesora, ¿quiere exponer su capacidad de nombrar palabras hasta que al unísono admiremos cómo jamás se interrumpió, paseando cual máquina programada, y respirando imperceptiblemente,  desde embalajes a envoltorios, libros, caligrafías, revistas, portadas para discos, cd o caset, moda, indumentaria, páginas web, sellos, estampillas, monedas, billetes, folletos, bijouterie, escenarios, escenografía, ambientación, estantes, muestrarios comerciales, artefactos, letreros, carteles, camisetas, bolsas, vidrieras, calendarios, logotipos, información visual, símbolos, anuncios para cine, máscaras; o, como dijo, dar alguuunos ejemplos de aplicaciones de diseño?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107945732074638224?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107945732074638224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107945732074638224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107945732074638224' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107938508515146292</id><published>2004-03-15T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T13:14:40.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En caso de caminar millones de cuadras con zapatillas de dolor menique suponiendo al lugar abierto, pero encontrarse solo con su numero de telefono en la puerta, que su estado pareciera invitar a entender de una vez por todas su condicion desertica, anotar a este en un lugar preferentemente seguro y no perderlo teniendo que repetir la insoportable operacion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107938508515146292?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107938508515146292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107938508515146292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107938508515146292' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107934393845655023</id><published>2004-03-15T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T01:48:53.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando se apoderan de mi los jugos bílicos, no tengo más que pensar en una carta de un espectador a una figura televisiva "cuando te veo, me derrito", para potenciar su ataque invasor, pero no llegar nunca al mismísimo vómito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107934393845655023?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107934393845655023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107934393845655023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934393845655023' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107931633241004897</id><published>2004-03-14T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T18:08:47.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y ahora que de noche soy paranoica puedo creerme un blanco de miradas psicópatas y asustarme libremente si en el colectivo me tocan la cabeza, aunque la pos - acción sea decir disculpá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107931633241004897?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107931633241004897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107931633241004897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107931633241004897' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107926840877742634</id><published>2004-03-14T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T04:50:02.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Será que estos llamaron ya y consiguieron un par de manos electrónicas junto a seis dedos de regalo? Uno tiene que preguntarse si la velocidad en sus palmeadas es inconsciente. O la versión que diría que llevan el flamenco en las venas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107926840877742634?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107926840877742634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107926840877742634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107926840877742634' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107921780856462814</id><published>2004-03-13T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T14:46:41.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si se suponía el hoy como el hoy social, ¿qué fue lo que obligó a mi objeto de sociabilidad a mirarme de esa forma, metamorfoseando ojos en avispas? Y desde un comienzo se las llamó asesinas.&lt;br /&gt;Si se encuestara a la población y se volcaran los resultados en un gráfico en que una espiral para mosquitos significara la preferencia de ser avispa, entonces, sea cual fuere el material de datos volcados, uno llegaría a marearse, paseando la vista de espiral en espiral, descansando sólo en escasas apariciones de antimosquitos en aerosol, preferencia de ser chancho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107921780856462814?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107921780856462814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107921780856462814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107921780856462814' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107910910892542981</id><published>2004-03-12T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T08:34:59.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7:30 es el horario justo para que la gente despierte y grite de habitación a habitación palabras que, para quien duerme, no tienen coherencia. Tambien horario para que el timbre suene y así perfore cuidadosamente tímpanos las veces necesarias para que, mirando desde una oreja, se visualice el mundo por la otra, habiendo un libre canal agujereado entre las dos. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107910910892542981?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107910910892542981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107910910892542981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107910910892542981' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107910892170332174</id><published>2004-03-12T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T08:31:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7:30 es el horario justo para que la gente despierte y grite de habitación a habitación palabras que, para quien duerme, no tienen coherencia. Tambien horario para que el timbre suene y así perfore cuidadosamente tímpanos las veces necesarias para que, mirando desde una oreja, se visualice el mundo por la otra, habiendo un libre canal agujereado entre las dos. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107910892170332174?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107910892170332174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107910892170332174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107910892170332174' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107900220422282209</id><published>2004-03-11T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T02:53:13.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando me muera pido autopsia de dedo gordo del pie. El muy imán atrae golpes que su debilidad no tolera y entonces después se queja al doblarse. No sólo atrae el dolor, tan abstracto. Bien concreta es una tabla donde las cebollas pasan sus minutos finales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107900220422282209?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107900220422282209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107900220422282209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107900220422282209' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107886662184193731</id><published>2004-03-09T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T13:13:29.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uno va tranquilo en un auto idealizando la tranquilidad máxima que supone estar sumergido en una pileta, y sin importar lo relajado, por lo que distraído, por lo que inmerso en pensamientos sin contenido que uno puede estar, un hombre con gorra aparece en la ventanilla, su carota. La puerta está abierta, dice.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos lo creerían la buena acción del día, pero a él parece molestarle.&lt;br /&gt;Seguro no vuelva a hablarme por cometer la irrupción.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107886662184193731?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107886662184193731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107886662184193731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107886662184193731' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107879226012964159</id><published>2004-03-08T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T16:34:06.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deberías considerar la posibilidad de no leer tres o cuatro renglones más abajo del de turno, siendo la ansiedad la culpable. Te ahorrarías eso de tapar con las manos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107879226012964159?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107879226012964159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107879226012964159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107879226012964159' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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-6591237.post-107876905545359499</id><published>2004-03-08T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:07:21.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por el estado de extinción del verano, pero siendo aún visible y tangible, los privilegiados sentantes de colectivos sostienen que las ventanillas deben permanecer herméticamente cerradas, sin importar el aroma que acontezca. Y  resulta acontecer un hedor agrio y represor de libre respiro. ¡Abrid las ventanas que sus peinados cubiertos de gel no padecerán desorden, señoras! ¡Os juro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591237-107876905545359499?l=gangrena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107876905545359499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591237/posts/default/107876905545359499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gangrena.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876905545359499' title=''/><author><name>Dominica </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958902446669060376</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></feed>
