<?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-6202701</id><updated>2011-12-05T06:45:42.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosotros escribimos aquí</title><subtitle type='html'>Nosotros escribimos aquí</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juntos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juntos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679971525736201604</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202701.post-107158760449319583</id><published>2003-12-16T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T08:13:38.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timbuktu</title><content type='html'>Mr. Bones ya se marchó a Timbuktu y ahora ando explorando las civilizaciones que nos pinta el señor Huntington. Me acerco a él con recelo y buscandole las cosquillas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202701-107158760449319583?l=juntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107158760449319583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107158760449319583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juntos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107158760449319583' title='Timbuktu'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679971525736201604</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-6202701.post-107158733933435176</id><published>2003-12-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T08:09:13.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days are moving fast</title><content type='html'>Los días pasan rapido, llevandonos en volandas hacia las navidades:maletas, taxis, aeropuertos, aviones, camas ajenas, familia...En unos pocos días todo será distinto: las calles, la luz, la gente, los sonidos. Todo será familiar y al mismo tiempo todo será extraño. De nuevo esa sensación de volver a ser nosotros mismos, en nuestro propio escenario y sin embargo, sintiendonos extraños también en esa piel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202701-107158733933435176?l=juntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107158733933435176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107158733933435176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juntos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107158733933435176' title='Days are moving fast'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679971525736201604</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-6202701.post-107158698948914915</id><published>2003-12-16T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T08:03:23.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jesus loves you deeply. However..."</title><content type='html'>Someone gave me a pink pamphlet on Sunday that started like that: "Jesus loves you deeply. However..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine how that will continue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you deeply. However, he needs more time for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you deeply. However, his life is taking him in a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you deeply. However, he needs a break.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6202701-107158698948914915?l=juntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107158698948914915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107158698948914915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juntos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107158698948914915' title='&quot;Jesus loves you deeply. However...&quot;'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679971525736201604</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-6202701.post-107141793064339707</id><published>2003-12-14T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T09:20:17.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas frio</title><content type='html'>Amaneció nevando, las calles ya cubiertas. Domingo, temprano en la mañana, nadie ha pisado aún la nieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No son las rendijas de nuestras ventanas lo que mantiene nuestra casa helada, la calefacción no funciona y expulsa aire frío. Expulsaba. Lleva apagada catorce horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra única fuente de calor es nuestro calentador electrico, alias "el pigmeo", pequeñísimo y nada potente, resultado de una fallida compra online: en la foto parecía medir sesenta centimetros, en realidad no llega a los veinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo la manta, vimos "Deep Blues". Visitamos el delta del Mississippi: Juke Joints y grandes bluesmen de cuyos nombres no puedo acordarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la cama, con el pigmeo y tratando de mantener nuestros cuerpos dentro del área del colchón que ya hemos conseguido calentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202701-107141793064339707?l=juntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107141793064339707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107141793064339707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juntos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107141793064339707' title='Mas frio'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679971525736201604</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-6202701.post-107137162192644483</id><published>2003-12-13T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T20:13:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio</title><content type='html'>Hace frio en casa. Nuestras ventanas no terminan de cerrar hermeticamente y se nos escapa el calor por las rendijas. Mis dedos están frios. Me voy al sofá a leer debajo de una manta. Hoy ando con Mr. Bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202701-107137162192644483?l=juntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107137162192644483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107137162192644483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juntos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107137162192644483' title='Frio'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679971525736201604</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-6202701.post-107136990615130930</id><published>2003-12-13T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T19:45:18.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission accomplished</title><content type='html'>Plan 01: Our assets include two softly-rolling suitcases and a coat we did not own this morning, our assets do not include $450 that we did own this morning, Chinatown is a good place to obtain suitcases, get rid of our money and eat pho thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan 02. In Progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202701-107136990615130930?l=juntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107136990615130930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107136990615130930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juntos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136990615130930' title='Mission accomplished'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679971525736201604</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-6202701.post-107134383274992466</id><published>2003-12-13T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T12:30:45.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Things, First</title><content type='html'>Como todas las cosas buenas, esto comienza en sábado. Tras retozar en la cama, tras desayunar, Lou Reed está de acuerdo con nosotros en que es a Perfect Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan 01. Hacerse de un par de esas maletas modernas con ruedas y asa telescópica, sin las cuales parecemos trogloditas rompiendonos la espalda y arrastrando nuestras pertenencias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan 02. Una vida mejor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6202701-107134383274992466?l=juntos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107134383274992466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6202701/posts/default/107134383274992466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juntos.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107134383274992466' title='First Things, First'/><author><name>Yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679971525736201604</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>
