<?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-8695859416931496556</id><updated>2012-01-13T00:55:34.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Son Poemas</title><subtitle type='html'>...poemas al compás del camino</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4181318322529461308</id><published>2011-10-22T08:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:25:00.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Son maneras ...</title><summary type='text'>son maneras de trenzar la vidatransformar el polvoen chispas amarillasestrechar el lazoDesatarloy continuar descalzoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4181318322529461308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4181318322529461308' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4181318322529461308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4181318322529461308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2011/10/son-maneras.html' title='Son maneras ...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8670901817137358541</id><published>2011-10-22T07:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T07:36:19.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mañana ...</title><summary type='text'>mañanacuando el sol sin agrietar suspireuna ventana se abriráMañanacuando el tiempo deje de sonarPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8670901817137358541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8670901817137358541' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8670901817137358541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8670901817137358541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2011/10/manana.html' title='Mañana ...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3791812258397630099</id><published>2010-01-10T02:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:29:22.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No tengo voz...</title><summary type='text'>no tengo voz para guiar tu llantoel viento es ya . . . . . . . silencio justoespacio de sombra y almidónPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3791812258397630099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=3791812258397630099' title='17 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3791812258397630099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3791812258397630099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-tengo-voz.html' title='No tengo voz...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-478834894568128067</id><published>2009-09-21T20:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:20:25.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y una palma...</title><summary type='text'>y una palmase refleja ocultaespera amanecerPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/478834894568128067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=478834894568128067' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/478834894568128067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/478834894568128067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-una-palma.html' title='Y una palma...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5026361949215421825</id><published>2009-09-16T20:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:24:33.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Son instantes al sol...</title><summary type='text'>son instantes al solmomentos de rayos y granizoinstantes de penumbra rondan mis vacíos. . . . . . . . .espectro que me absorbe y me contemplaespacios prolongados forman la ecuacióninstantessólo esoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5026361949215421825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5026361949215421825' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5026361949215421825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5026361949215421825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/09/son-instantes-al-sol_16.html' title='Son instantes al sol...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-177069080661035672</id><published>2009-08-28T15:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:24:44.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde aquella semejanza extraña...</title><summary type='text'>desde aquella semejanza extrañaconvergirescéptico y párrafo final. . . . . . . . .la gota que no es todanota azulPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/177069080661035672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=177069080661035672' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/177069080661035672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/177069080661035672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/08/desde-aquella-semejanza-extrana.html' title='Desde aquella semejanza extraña...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6225855668602617296</id><published>2009-08-12T18:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:05:40.065+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(Antes de eso)...</title><summary type='text'>. . . . . . . . . (antes de eso)vuelvo a ser el que respirade ser . . . . . . . a sercolor objetoángulo espasmódico de palmasPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6225855668602617296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6225855668602617296' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6225855668602617296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6225855668602617296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/08/antes-de-eso.html' title='(Antes de eso)...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-1857310768386003373</id><published>2009-07-30T08:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:18:50.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despierto al límite...</title><summary type='text'>despierto al límite de un ríofuente calcáreadonde ausentes van los vientosjunto al plexoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1857310768386003373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=1857310768386003373' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1857310768386003373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1857310768386003373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/07/despierto-al-limite.html' title='Despierto al límite...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3832090544497035633</id><published>2009-07-15T18:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:47:48.521+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tener bajo la almohada...</title><summary type='text'>tener bajo la almohadaun lazodespertar llorandoy salirnacer en la primera vozen el segundo idiomaen el tercer sudorpara qué. . . . . . por quéen cuál recodo ocultoestampa el sueño su torpezaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3832090544497035633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=3832090544497035633' title='15 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3832090544497035633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3832090544497035633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/07/tener-bajo-la-almohada.html' title='Tener bajo la almohada...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8289058991844436714</id><published>2009-07-06T04:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:32:11.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como besando al viento...</title><summary type='text'>como besando al vientose lleva la lunados gotas de sallinyera es su aldease agrieta. . . . . . se vaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8289058991844436714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8289058991844436714' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8289058991844436714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8289058991844436714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/07/como-besando-al-viento.html' title='Como besando al viento...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8281041900092480429</id><published>2009-06-30T07:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:24:50.845+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A los párpados abiertos...</title><summary type='text'>a los párpados abiertosdonde formasatura el equilibrio. . . . . . sombras o destellospinceles vivosPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8281041900092480429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8281041900092480429' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8281041900092480429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8281041900092480429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/los-parpados-abiertos.html' title='A los párpados abiertos...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5978905470789939449</id><published>2009-06-26T04:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:07:57.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El día corrompe...</title><summary type='text'>el día corrompea la par que el veneno estacional. . . . . . trágico y amargofraudulento escapedestilando arsénicome infectame conmueveme levantay a favorse topa en mis entrañasdisipadasPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5978905470789939449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5978905470789939449' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5978905470789939449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5978905470789939449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-dia-corrompe.html' title='El día corrompe...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5479575084545745412</id><published>2009-06-22T06:06:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:32:49.261+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La supremacía retuerce la astucia...</title><summary type='text'>la supremacía retuerce la astuciaa la par que el brebaje originarioya es el propio auguriolánguido. . . . . . .estrechomezquino estancamientoque intenta atropellar. . . . . . .Fallece o matame alcanzaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5479575084545745412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5479575084545745412' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5479575084545745412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5479575084545745412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-supremacia-retuerce-la-astucia.html' title='La supremacía retuerce la astucia...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6000331215093764647</id><published>2009-06-21T04:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:12:24.151+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre...</title><summary type='text'>siempretras el sueñola calmaMarea incesante que atiborra la estaciónde muros blancosextensiones disparesque se funden entre rocas corroídasde un ayer insatisfechoPrecipicio estérilPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6000331215093764647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6000331215093764647' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6000331215093764647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6000331215093764647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/siempre.html' title='Siempre...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-7590894323789729506</id><published>2009-06-18T06:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:17:26.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Retratando la historia...</title><summary type='text'>retratando la historiaPedazo dibujado de losetas llanas. . . . . . .Soberano espaciofundido de olas magrasorillas cautelosas y serenos paresDuendesRozando la estrechezPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7590894323789729506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=7590894323789729506' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7590894323789729506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7590894323789729506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/retratando-la-historia.html' title='Retratando la historia...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2871649760999465959</id><published>2009-06-15T09:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:48:47.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo mi piel...</title><summary type='text'>tengo mi piel cubierta con tus hilostejidos aspirantesde licor y mandarinatotal ambigüedad atada en superficieque me roba el almao la devuelvesoynuevamenteetéreo cavilantemonólogo suicidaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2871649760999465959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2871649760999465959' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2871649760999465959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2871649760999465959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/tengo-mi-piel.html' title='Tengo mi piel...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-1034354464288597139</id><published>2009-06-12T18:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:19:08.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando el tiempo de...</title><summary type='text'>cuando el tiempo de los dioses me acompañael averno se estimulay lanza su aguijónLo esquivoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1034354464288597139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=1034354464288597139' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1034354464288597139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1034354464288597139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cuando-el-tiempo-de.html' title='Cuando el tiempo de...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8442032381683317425</id><published>2009-06-03T04:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:25:13.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Así es la posdata...</title><summary type='text'>así es la posdata que me deja el día. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . viento letalcomo aquellos obsequios esporádicosatados a las noches débilesdonde bullicio es sólo comenzarPor Lucy Romero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8442032381683317425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8442032381683317425' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8442032381683317425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8442032381683317425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/06/asi-es-la-posdata.html' title='Así es la posdata...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6277844889512096330</id><published>2009-05-30T08:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:09:45.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso esculpir estrellas...</title><summary type='text'>preciso esculpir estrellasdonde aún el vientodescalzo llegadonde los huertos. . . . . . .aquellos péndulos de alientoinsinúan volteretasPrecisoconjugar mis huellasPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6277844889512096330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6277844889512096330' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6277844889512096330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6277844889512096330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/preciso-esculpir-estrellas.html' title='Preciso esculpir estrellas...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-1089254866620684247</id><published>2009-05-28T09:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:11:43.835+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A mi modo...</title><summary type='text'>a mi modohabitodespierto sobre asfaltoy lo seduzcome estremece. . . . . . . y sueñoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1089254866620684247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=1089254866620684247' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1089254866620684247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1089254866620684247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-modo.html' title='A mi modo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-1521448428555572668</id><published>2009-05-26T07:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:22:13.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Necesito...</title><summary type='text'>necesitolas bondades del tiemposus variantes y rinconessu silencioPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1521448428555572668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=1521448428555572668' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1521448428555572668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1521448428555572668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/necesito_26.html' title='Necesito...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3724277689012724154</id><published>2009-05-07T06:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:42:53.191+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cifrando...</title><summary type='text'>cifrandocaprichos y humedalesinicioal final de la estaciónPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3724277689012724154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=3724277689012724154' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3724277689012724154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3724277689012724154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/cifrando.html' title='Cifrando...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8657624025906733337</id><published>2009-05-06T11:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:05:11.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y la flor navega...</title><summary type='text'>y la flor navegaestrechando el fondo de sus ríossilencio . . . . . . . sonidoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8657624025906733337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8657624025906733337' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8657624025906733337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8657624025906733337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-la-flor-navega.html' title='Y la flor navega...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4072137898895943793</id><published>2009-04-24T05:53:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:54:02.457+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucede...</title><summary type='text'>sucedeque la nochellegaamanece inquietante sobre el céspedy se quiebraPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4072137898895943793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4072137898895943793' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4072137898895943793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4072137898895943793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/04/s-u-c-e-d-e.html' title='Sucede...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3615650667720136387</id><published>2009-04-14T04:11:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:45:03.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Presiento . . .</title><summary type='text'>presiento la arena que sucumbeal vocablo final de cada olatiempode mi tiempo estacionadoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3615650667720136387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=3615650667720136387' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3615650667720136387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3615650667720136387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/04/presiento.html' title='Presiento . . .'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6823741728127997234</id><published>2009-04-02T11:30:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:45:50.534+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solía sentarme junto al mar...</title><summary type='text'>solía sentarme junto al marenvolviendo mis secretos con su aliento. . . . . áspero. . . . . ligero. . . . . a fuerza de latidosversosPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6823741728127997234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6823741728127997234' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6823741728127997234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6823741728127997234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/04/solia-sentarme-junto-al-mar.html' title='Solía sentarme junto al mar...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-9030366615688704685</id><published>2009-03-28T03:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:57:57.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando las pasiones duermen...</title><summary type='text'>cuando las pasiones duermense agota al andariego soñadorse olvida. . . . . al comenzar un díaque los ecos son misterios de una orilla. . . . . que los llantosson susurrosde un secreto andary sangrasangra el corazón empuñado del herreroal dar por terminada su obramás allá de un sueño. . . . . cuando las pasiones duermenes una ausencia sin encantoporque al despertar inmuneuna y otra vezen aquel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/9030366615688704685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=9030366615688704685' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/9030366615688704685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/9030366615688704685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuando-las-pasiones-duermen.html' title='Cuando las pasiones duermen...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-867266028684263453</id><published>2009-03-23T06:47:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:50:15.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El tiempo me despoja...</title><summary type='text'>el tiempo me despojame silencia en su gargantanunca es mañanaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/867266028684263453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=867266028684263453' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/867266028684263453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/867266028684263453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-tiempo-me-despoja.html' title='El tiempo me despoja...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4572142479993961362</id><published>2009-03-06T09:33:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:51:11.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oigo...</title><summary type='text'>oigoa lo lejosel murmullo melancólico del marY sus letras me acaricianPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4572142479993961362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4572142479993961362' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4572142479993961362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4572142479993961362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/03/oigo.html' title='Oigo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2507209091600466204</id><published>2009-03-04T09:12:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:51:49.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy habla el viento...</title><summary type='text'>hoy habla el vientoabsorbe la nocheLa disuelvePor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2507209091600466204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2507209091600466204' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2507209091600466204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2507209091600466204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoy-habla-el-viento.html' title='Hoy habla el viento...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-7255106669794624260</id><published>2009-02-22T03:32:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:52:23.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sé que mañana...</title><summary type='text'>. . . . . sé que mañanao más temprano aúndespertarán fantasmasargollas libertinasjugando a ser palabra. . . . esencia de sudor. . . . con fuego ajeno. . . . alivio. . . . y cotillónPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7255106669794624260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=7255106669794624260' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7255106669794624260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7255106669794624260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/se-que-manana.html' title='Sé que mañana...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4712304323378046451</id><published>2009-02-15T04:53:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:52:51.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y están...</title><summary type='text'>y estántiritan sobre el maracallando los rumores de la arenaahísosteniendo la luna en sus pupilasdonde el vientre se divisa esferapliegue. . . . luz. . . . esquemaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4712304323378046451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4712304323378046451' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4712304323378046451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4712304323378046451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-estan.html' title='Y están...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3648624824076654338</id><published>2009-02-13T09:51:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:54:37.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sólo así el mañana...</title><summary type='text'>sólo así el mañanalúcido objeto que me nombramanifiesto adscrito en solitudPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3648624824076654338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=3648624824076654338' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3648624824076654338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3648624824076654338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/solo-asi-el-manana.html' title='Sólo así el mañana...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-333949484562673253</id><published>2009-02-11T07:57:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:55:38.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrasca la adición...</title><summary type='text'>. . . . .borrasca la adicióny como vientosuspenso perfilado entre las hojasverso que al caprichose deduce sombramisterio en el caudal de mis desiertosespejoconcebido de amapolasPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/333949484562673253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=333949484562673253' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/333949484562673253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/333949484562673253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/borrasca-la-adicion_3127.html' title='Borrasca la adición...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2610921995689080757</id><published>2009-02-09T22:23:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:56:07.719+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El mundo tiene color...</title><summary type='text'>el mundo tiene coloresperanza que se agitaen la dulce sincronía de cada segundoa la cima . . . . . . y en reversacariciaa la entraña del tiempoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2610921995689080757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2610921995689080757' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2610921995689080757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2610921995689080757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-mundo-tiene-color.html' title='El mundo tiene color...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-1180641175097534023</id><published>2009-02-08T07:42:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:56:39.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo frustrado en el destiempo...</title><summary type='text'>vivo frustrado en el destiemposer numérico o perfidiaestallido alucinógenoy contraste de nociones. . . . . . .como masa estéril. . . . . . .que inquietante versasoy el paso no agitado en al malezao el estéreo de los bienesque malgasta las afuerasvivo el límite dispersocentroPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1180641175097534023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=1180641175097534023' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1180641175097534023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1180641175097534023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/vivo-frustrado-en-el-destiempo.html' title='Vivo frustrado en el destiempo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-794604160007250778</id><published>2009-02-07T23:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:57:29.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sólo un todo...</title><summary type='text'>sólo un todola nada que engendra principioespacio infinitoserPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/794604160007250778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=794604160007250778' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/794604160007250778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/794604160007250778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/somos-un-todo.html' title='Sólo un todo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-7359392428998486100</id><published>2009-02-02T19:43:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:59:27.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerca de todo...</title><summary type='text'>. . . . .cerca de todoromántico es alientosonido de frágiles hoguerasdonde viento es cuestiónsilencio esférico y respuestaesencia. . . . . . . . . . . ....Por Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7359392428998486100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=7359392428998486100' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7359392428998486100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7359392428998486100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/02/cerca-de-todo.html' title='Cerca de todo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5185960757741833395</id><published>2009-01-29T20:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:02:24.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuándo tiempo es espacio...</title><summary type='text'>cuándo tiempo es espaciosi el principio admite indiscreciónhambre de llover grosellasamador de estribosesquivo expreso de la vozPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5185960757741833395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5185960757741833395' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5185960757741833395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5185960757741833395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuando-tiempo-es-espacio.html' title='Cuándo tiempo es espacio...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2827522601763953090</id><published>2009-01-23T18:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:02:57.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El mundo tiene color...</title><summary type='text'>el mundo tiene colorcolor de sercolor humanoesperanza que se agitaen la dulce sincronía de cada segundoa la cimay en reversacariciaa la entraña del tiempoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2827522601763953090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2827522601763953090' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2827522601763953090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2827522601763953090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-mundo-tiene-color.html' title='El mundo tiene color...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-7521288119964509593</id><published>2009-01-15T08:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:15:39.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos culminan a tierra...</title><summary type='text'>todos culminan a tierra. . . . . . .color anverso de pies calzadosduelos de fuegode lluviacastos mileniossegundos que a la par desvelanesqueletos calcosbulevares atareadoslaureadosdisecadosvivas en el monteY campanariosPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7521288119964509593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=7521288119964509593' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7521288119964509593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7521288119964509593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/01/todos-culminan-tierra.html' title='Todos culminan a tierra...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-131848059879337592</id><published>2009-01-09T03:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:04:28.782+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seco mis párpados...</title><summary type='text'>seco mis párpadosy vuelvo a distraer la vozLa noche ha llegado pacíficamentePor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/131848059879337592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=131848059879337592' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/131848059879337592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/131848059879337592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2009/01/seco-mis-prpados.html' title='Seco mis párpados...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4545343965633663012</id><published>2008-11-24T07:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:05:10.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y una palma...</title><summary type='text'>y una palmase refleja ocultaespera amanecerPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4545343965633663012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4545343965633663012' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4545343965633663012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4545343965633663012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/y-una-palma.html' title='Y una palma...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5428066021482813363</id><published>2008-11-18T06:32:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:05:46.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te mantengo...</title><summary type='text'>te mantengoal sólo confín de mi existirpunto exactoinicio y límite. . . . . . sin colofón. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ahíPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5428066021482813363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5428066021482813363' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5428066021482813363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5428066021482813363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/te-mantengo.html' title='Te mantengo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-1771176274795998967</id><published>2008-11-10T05:14:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:06:29.988+02:00</updated><title type='text'>P r e s i e n t o en el bullicio...</title><summary type='text'>presiento en el bullicioolas hurtadas al galoperuidos e intrusiones semejantesdiscordantes. . . . un alma más se oculta. . . . y es paso falsotrino de vestido en pliegue rosay tinglado en la penumbraque disipa sombrasno sólo respiratransmutaejerce posición suprema junto al ríoestación que agita y muereno siento soledadPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1771176274795998967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=1771176274795998967' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1771176274795998967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1771176274795998967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/presiento-en-el-bullicio.html' title='P r e s i e n t o en el bullicio...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3145146138965797981</id><published>2008-10-28T05:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:07:06.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y podré asomarme a la ventana...</title><summary type='text'>y podré asomarme a la ventanaobservando el paisajede tu mundo inquietomuerte de sabor realen calmaen silencioPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3145146138965797981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=3145146138965797981' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3145146138965797981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3145146138965797981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/10/y-podr-asomarme-la-ventana.html' title='Y podré asomarme a la ventana...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4643595226514495049</id><published>2008-10-20T08:10:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:07:45.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Las olas me entregan en su aliento...</title><summary type='text'>las olas me entregan en su alientoel último suspiro de un jamásque no es distanciaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4643595226514495049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4643595226514495049' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4643595226514495049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4643595226514495049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/10/las-olas-me-entregan-en-su-aliento.html' title='Las olas me entregan en su aliento...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-90882678894749723</id><published>2008-10-13T10:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:08:29.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Candores infinitos...</title><summary type='text'>candores infinitossoterrados a los pies de un árbolla noche va olvidando sus mañanasPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/90882678894749723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=90882678894749723' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/90882678894749723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/90882678894749723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/10/candores-infinitos.html' title='Candores infinitos...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5385426489158488707</id><published>2008-10-06T07:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:09:07.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperar...</title><summary type='text'>esperarno esperoagonizodividiendo el tránsitosombras sin revés. . . . . Lágrimas de hierroPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5385426489158488707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5385426489158488707' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5385426489158488707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5385426489158488707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/10/esperar.html' title='Esperar...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6663217630440357216</id><published>2008-10-01T07:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:09:47.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirar la cara al tiempo...</title><summary type='text'>mirar la cara al tiempoy sonreírsumida entre la nieblaque agota los inviernosleyendo los surcos junto al solesperandoel principio de la lunaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6663217630440357216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6663217630440357216' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6663217630440357216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6663217630440357216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/10/mirar-la-cara-al-tiempo.html' title='Mirar la cara al tiempo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2497514168796457520</id><published>2008-09-22T07:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:10:29.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque la voz suele aclimatarse...</title><summary type='text'>porque la voz suele aclimatarsehundirse sin amparomoverseentre músculos sangrientossiniestroPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2497514168796457520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2497514168796457520' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2497514168796457520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2497514168796457520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/09/porque-la-voz-suele-aclimatarse.html' title='Porque la voz suele aclimatarse...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-1682310659558244584</id><published>2008-09-16T07:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:11:13.471+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De atrás al cielo...</title><summary type='text'>de atrás al cielohoyo entre la nieblaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1682310659558244584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=1682310659558244584' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1682310659558244584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1682310659558244584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-atrs-al-cielo.html' title='De atrás al cielo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4635723633463579881</id><published>2008-09-09T07:21:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:12:04.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Los áticos...</title><summary type='text'>los áticos. . . . no duermentransitan en silencioPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4635723633463579881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4635723633463579881' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4635723633463579881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4635723633463579881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/09/los-ticos.html' title='Los áticos...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2430211905665929804</id><published>2008-09-01T08:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:12:59.261+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La niebla señala campanarios...</title><summary type='text'>la niebla señala campanariosviaje de peldaños férreosdonde suma es constanteo contraste de relevoruna. . . . y espiralPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2430211905665929804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2430211905665929804' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2430211905665929804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2430211905665929804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-niebla-seala-campanarios.html' title='La niebla señala campanarios...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3628562634265872369</id><published>2008-08-25T08:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:14:07.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y el mundo gira...</title><summary type='text'>y el mundo girasucumbe a esporádicos nivelesexplícito preámbulodonde cumbre suele ser abismoo se confundedonde el fuego exhala espinaspor costumbre u omisiónsiempre epígonoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3628562634265872369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=3628562634265872369' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3628562634265872369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3628562634265872369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/y-el-mundo-gira.html' title='Y el mundo gira...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2626210016816002506</id><published>2008-08-18T19:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:15:00.069+02:00</updated><title type='text'>También es poco...</title><summary type='text'>tambiénes pocogiro indiscreto en campo abiertoy escenarios curvilíneosagolpados al silencio ahumadotrozos de enredo y alcanfordisueltoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2626210016816002506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2626210016816002506' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2626210016816002506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2626210016816002506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/tambin-es-poco.html' title='También es poco...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-238047223553012376</id><published>2008-08-13T09:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:15:44.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensayo descansar del sueño...</title><summary type='text'>ensayo descansar del sueñoímpetu disparasociado al emanar del tiempocírculo vejado por fragmentos. . . . . o muelle circunspecto. . . . . lejanopéndulo y compásPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/238047223553012376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=238047223553012376' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/238047223553012376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/238047223553012376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/ensayo-descansar-del-sueo.html' title='Ensayo descansar del sueño...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5741038722593923086</id><published>2008-08-07T08:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:16:32.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ido...</title><summary type='text'>idosin dolor ni espejovaPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5741038722593923086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5741038722593923086' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5741038722593923086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5741038722593923086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/ido.html' title='Ido...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6241079961677182993</id><published>2008-08-06T07:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:17:16.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea es contraste...</title><summary type='text'>idea es contrasteagudo balbucir de fondosclaro a la imagenPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6241079961677182993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6241079961677182993' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6241079961677182993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6241079961677182993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/idea-es-contraste.html' title='Idea es contraste...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3771716261033128532</id><published>2008-08-05T08:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:18:00.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallá cual pétalo mesquino...</title><summary type='text'>dallá cual pétalo mesquinomosquete al vientollegó el olvidodalláPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3771716261033128532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=3771716261033128532' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3771716261033128532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3771716261033128532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/dall-cual-ptalo-mesquino.html' title='Dallá cual pétalo mesquino...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8134375352514693176</id><published>2008-08-03T07:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:18:41.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soporte ilimitado de sonrisas...</title><summary type='text'>soporte ilimitado de sonrisasaliento lastimeroroncoy pálido avatarPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8134375352514693176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8134375352514693176' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8134375352514693176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8134375352514693176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/soporte-ilimitado-de-sonrisas.html' title='Soporte ilimitado de sonrisas...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5935306934908571046</id><published>2008-08-02T08:32:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:19:25.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La noche se quiebra...</title><summary type='text'>la noche se quiebrano hay principiofinalPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5935306934908571046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5935306934908571046' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5935306934908571046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5935306934908571046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-noche-se-quiebra.html' title='La noche se quiebra...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-1166490458789127997</id><published>2008-08-01T02:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:20:09.174+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cielo...</title><summary type='text'>cieloembudo circunspectopiel que aguanta y desdibujadestila y atropellavoz a la noche en rostros vagosy a la sombra. . . . piel ardiente de cincel. . . . humanoPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1166490458789127997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=1166490458789127997' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1166490458789127997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1166490458789127997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/cielo_01.html' title='Cielo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6543102148386723902</id><published>2008-07-31T06:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:45:43.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre prados sumergibles...</title><summary type='text'>entre prados sumergiblesdesiertos que a la mar envuelvesobre voces ondulantesrío seco en astilleroflor diamantesol de aceroPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6543102148386723902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6543102148386723902' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6543102148386723902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6543102148386723902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/entre-prados-sumergibles.html' title='Entre prados sumergibles...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5570971781797157571</id><published>2008-07-29T10:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:47:36.849+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intento descifrar...</title><summary type='text'>intento descifrarla noche de los muertosme encuentroPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5570971781797157571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5570971781797157571' title='0 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type='text'>Lacónico el marfil me canta...</title><summary type='text'>lacónico el marfil me cantabrotes de afonías laciasfinos campanariosdonde el viento sopla quietolos balcones sacrosdescanso junto al mardonde las hojas mecen puentes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . y se vanPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4466269328105926551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4466269328105926551' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4466269328105926551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4466269328105926551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/lacnico-el-marfil-me-canta.html' title='Lacónico el marfil me canta...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2588867916862895393</id><published>2008-07-26T18:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:35:13.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo está dicho...</title><summary type='text'>todo está dichonada vistoel orden obedece la muertecomo al paso la vida. . . . . . .el ausentetodo está dicho. . . . . . .vivir y crear. . . . . . .creery seguir viviendo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2588867916862895393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2588867916862895393' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2588867916862895393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2588867916862895393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/todo-est-dicho.html' title='Todo está dicho...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5756458062431229947</id><published>2008-07-25T06:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T06:46:19.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El mundo es ajeno manantial...</title><summary type='text'>el mundo es ajeno manantialen tardes solitarias de entrecejo muertoes báscula celesteamperio en el océano indirectoenredo de zafiros. . . . . . .y agujeromuerto</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5756458062431229947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5756458062431229947' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5756458062431229947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5756458062431229947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-mundo-es-ajeno-manantial.html' title='El mundo es ajeno manantial...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3395054771731932967</id><published>2008-07-23T00:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:03:52.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amparo la hueste enardecida...</title><summary type='text'>amparo la hueste enardecidaal intrépido silenciofacultad o indiciocanto ciegoextinto</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3395054771731932967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=3395054771731932967' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3395054771731932967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/3395054771731932967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/amparo-la-hueste-enardecida.html' title='Amparo la hueste enardecida...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-1929247332718683382</id><published>2008-07-20T23:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:19:42.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumergido para ser visible...</title><summary type='text'>sumergido para ser visible. . . . a la espalda del planeta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1929247332718683382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=1929247332718683382' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1929247332718683382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/1929247332718683382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/sumergido-para-ser-visible.html' title='Sumergido para ser visible...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8526332927629110381</id><published>2008-07-18T09:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:33:51.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay líquidos que tuercen...</title><summary type='text'>hay líquidos que tuercengravitan en salones desgastadosdonde los barrotes son espejosreflejos mutilados</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8526332927629110381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8526332927629110381' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8526332927629110381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8526332927629110381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/hay-lquidos-que-tuercen.html' title='Hay líquidos que tuercen...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-147364139210685507</id><published>2008-07-16T23:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:09:45.342+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La muerte descansa en la hondonada...</title><summary type='text'>la muerte descansa en la hondonadasu canto se desliza. . . . . . .espera. . . . . . .estado vertical</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/147364139210685507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=147364139210685507' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/147364139210685507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/147364139210685507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-muerte-descansa-en-la-hondonada.html' title='La muerte descansa en la hondonada...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-7103759005686039777</id><published>2008-07-14T23:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:41:11.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay letras de vástagos prohibidos...</title><summary type='text'>hay letras de vástagos prohibidosresacas sin memoriaprofusos solitariosno mendigos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7103759005686039777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=7103759005686039777' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7103759005686039777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7103759005686039777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/hay-letras-de-vstagos-prohibidos.html' title='Hay letras de vástagos prohibidos...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6800213674143039134</id><published>2008-07-12T21:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:14:17.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El café se inicia indómito...</title><summary type='text'>el café se inicia indómitoesquivola punta de un ovillo esmeriladopasa sin tropel ni olvido. . . . . . .y la noche creceaumentan las lucesel tono cambia su manual retrógrado. . . . . . .no es grotescohay peajes a intervalossedientos elocuentes al acechoórdenesgritossilenciosy un caféPor Lucy Romero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6800213674143039134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6800213674143039134' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6800213674143039134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6800213674143039134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-caf-se-inicia-indmito_12.html' title='El café se inicia indómito...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-625197645818243056</id><published>2008-07-11T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:36:47.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando no haya voz ni llanto...</title><summary type='text'>cuando no haya voz ni llantoque abandone el almaentonces. . . . tal vezserá mañana</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/625197645818243056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=625197645818243056' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/625197645818243056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/625197645818243056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/cuando-no-haya-voz-ni-llanto.html' title='Cuando no haya voz ni llanto...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5850269212881310030</id><published>2008-07-10T10:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:07:28.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oculta por los tintes alambrados...</title><summary type='text'>oculta por los tintes alambrados. . . . . . .cúspides de ensueñopétalos de aceite. . . . . . . . . . .nunca flor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5850269212881310030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5850269212881310030' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5850269212881310030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5850269212881310030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/oculta-por-los-tintes-alambrados.html' title='Oculta por los tintes alambrados...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-305222630856566235</id><published>2008-07-08T18:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:15:12.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El radio suma adeptos en los sueños...</title><summary type='text'>el radio suma adeptos en los sueñosmultiplica el margen divididoy lo derrite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/305222630856566235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=305222630856566235' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/305222630856566235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/305222630856566235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-radio-suma-adeptos-en-los-sueos.html' title='El radio suma adeptos en los sueños...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-5230311330821111240</id><published>2008-07-05T23:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:10:13.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cajones indispuestos...</title><summary type='text'>cajones indispuestosestribillos arrimados en ovillos. . . . . . .prohibido hablar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5230311330821111240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=5230311330821111240' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5230311330821111240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/5230311330821111240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/cajones-indispuestos.html' title='Cajones indispuestos...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4970434423798247542</id><published>2008-07-03T18:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T02:52:14.064+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El tiempo se modela entre quimeras...</title><summary type='text'>el tiempo se modela entre quimerasmañanas huidizassin papeles ranciossobres abiertos al espaciosin tiempo. . . . ni lugar que los definahilos sujetos. . . . . . . . piso</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4970434423798247542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4970434423798247542' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4970434423798247542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4970434423798247542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-tiempo-se-modela-entre-quimeras.html' title='El tiempo se modela entre quimeras...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2667395853502631139</id><published>2008-07-01T18:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:40:44.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo es visión...</title><summary type='text'>algo es visiónfuente de principio. . . . y opresión</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2667395853502631139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2667395853502631139' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2667395853502631139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2667395853502631139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/07/algo-es-visin.html' title='Algo es visión...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6931626755111183317</id><published>2008-06-30T06:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:33:04.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluyen colores derretidos...</title><summary type='text'>fluyen colores derretidos. . . . . vaguedad estrechalóbulos sangrientos por oído</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6931626755111183317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6931626755111183317' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6931626755111183317'/><link 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puedeenmudeciendo el almagerminando alientoslucesopacas al sentido</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2618540617137345649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2618540617137345649' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2618540617137345649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2618540617137345649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/lejos-ya-de-pasos-en-la-arena.html' title='Lejos ya ...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-809541310624039496</id><published>2008-06-26T20:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:59:55.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Asciende la roca al vacío...</title><summary type='text'>asciende la roca al vacíoelemento inverso de fluidosambiguo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/809541310624039496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=809541310624039496' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/809541310624039496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/809541310624039496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/asciende-la-roca-al-vaco.html' title='Asciende la roca al vacío...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-2193096650499313836</id><published>2008-06-23T20:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:20:36.487+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Números andando sin remedio...</title><summary type='text'>números andando sin remedioextractointrínseco aliento</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2193096650499313836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=2193096650499313836' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2193096650499313836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/2193096650499313836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/nmeros-andando-sin-remedio.html' title='Números andando sin remedio...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8673258048037071113</id><published>2008-06-22T06:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:02:57.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acude el infinito austero...</title><summary type='text'>acude el infinito austeroa la mañana solitaria. . . . . vino y acuarela</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8673258048037071113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8673258048037071113' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8673258048037071113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8673258048037071113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/acude-el-infinito-austero.html' title='Acude el infinito austero...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-7023636879829093048</id><published>2008-06-18T09:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:20:15.121+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilapidar la voz al alba...</title><summary type='text'>dilapidar la voz al alba. . . . trazo inaudito. . . . musitado a la sombra. . . . de un recuerdo ambiguosueño de pinceles mustiossobre el paso vacíodonde acude efímero el infiernocerco a la nocturnidadal confín de los volcanesal destello. . . . viento</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7023636879829093048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=7023636879829093048' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7023636879829093048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7023636879829093048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/dilapidar-la-voz-al-alba.html' title='Dilapidar la voz al alba...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8709428716225406382</id><published>2008-06-16T23:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:14:22.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y las sombras acuden...</title><summary type='text'>y las sombras acudencomo si mi frente expusiera signos esclavosmáculas lúteas pro vampiroque hasta la más leve sonrisael mínimo resquicio de un hoyo al respirosucumbe ante la turba ensangrentadade caprichos negros. . . . . avatares de fuegono es vidamuero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8709428716225406382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8709428716225406382' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8709428716225406382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8709428716225406382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-las-sombras-acuden.html' title='Y las sombras acuden...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-7779267824931480223</id><published>2008-06-15T14:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:22:27.574+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lanzan puñales indelebles...</title><summary type='text'>lanzan puñales indeleblesque hierven sin estigmaarden impacientessin razón</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7779267824931480223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=7779267824931480223' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7779267824931480223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7779267824931480223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/lanzan-puales-indelebles.html' title='Lanzan puñales indelebles...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8986779711805167559</id><published>2008-06-13T06:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:11:35.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebiendo como el aire...</title><summary type='text'>bebiendo como el aireel tibio espeso. . . . . . .favor y trueque</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8986779711805167559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8986779711805167559' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8986779711805167559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8986779711805167559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/bebiendo-como-el-aire.html' title='Bebiendo como el aire...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8054983230034362899</id><published>2008-06-09T07:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:22:19.022+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Probar la muerte...</title><summary type='text'>probar la muertesu voz. . . . en un respiropárpado sediento en el imperiojadeo estéril. . . . constante. . . . código efímero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8054983230034362899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8054983230034362899' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8054983230034362899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8054983230034362899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/probar-la-muerte_09.html' title='Probar la muerte...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4325162148104700152</id><published>2008-06-08T10:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:42:54.844+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A dónde van las palabras...</title><summary type='text'>a dónde van las palabrasque el espejo extrae de los sueños. . . . . . .a dónde las miradaslos respiros. . . . . . . . . . . los inviernos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4325162148104700152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4325162148104700152' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4325162148104700152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4325162148104700152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/dnde-van-las-palabras.html' title='A dónde van las palabras...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8641652083809031517</id><published>2008-06-04T13:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:16:15.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No hay murmullo...</title><summary type='text'>no hay murmulloen el océano conspicuo. . . .hay cántaros de fuegocómplices ajenos a mendigo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8641652083809031517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8641652083809031517' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8641652083809031517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8641652083809031517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-hay-murmullo.html' title='No hay murmullo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4271504116954303238</id><published>2008-06-02T06:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T06:24:19.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivir...</title><summary type='text'>vivir el sueño de la luna. . . . . . .temblor. . . . . . .caricia. . . . . . .penumbra</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4271504116954303238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4271504116954303238' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4271504116954303238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4271504116954303238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/06/vivir.html' title='Vivir...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-7999535924852237059</id><published>2008-05-30T08:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:32:36.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Segmento de luna...</title><summary type='text'>segmento de lunaocasolatido fugaz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7999535924852237059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=7999535924852237059' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7999535924852237059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/7999535924852237059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/05/segmento-de-luna.html' title='Segmento de luna...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-3763563591548103747</id><published>2008-05-28T07:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:26:20.537+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como gajo en la ceniza...</title><summary type='text'>como gajo en la cenizase devuelve magro aquel océanopálido arquetipo de visión. . . . . . .grotesca</summary><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-8353070696063166391</id><published>2008-05-26T07:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:13:09.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Áspero aroma embriagador..</title><summary type='text'>áspero aroma embriagadormagiaen las raíces del misterio</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8353070696063166391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=8353070696063166391' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8353070696063166391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/8353070696063166391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/05/spero-aroma-embriagador.html' title='Áspero aroma embriagador..'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6274353705339660805</id><published>2008-05-22T10:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:52:39.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>En tus manos se deshoja la esperanza...</title><summary type='text'>en tus manos se deshoja la esperanzay el tiempo elabora sus hombroscon la fiel habilidad de un reoangustia de tirar espejosde amasar entuertosáspero furor de sangrecelo espeso</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6274353705339660805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6274353705339660805' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6274353705339660805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6274353705339660805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/05/en-tus-manos-se-deshoja-la-esperanza.html' title='En tus manos se deshoja la esperanza...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-4057703655737902975</id><published>2008-05-19T20:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:24:49.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La sombra es reflejo...</title><summary type='text'>la sombra es reflejoentre el arbusto y la quimeraeléctrico marfil. . . . . . .caoba inquieta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4057703655737902975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=4057703655737902975' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4057703655737902975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/4057703655737902975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-sombra-es-reflejo.html' title='La sombra es reflejo...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6612713623825875926</id><published>2008-05-15T10:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:01:36.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La cruel inquietud se saborea...</title><summary type='text'>la cruel inquietud se saboreacomo el sueñopirámides tejidasde domingos entintadosy plazuelasfusiles a la tardemaquinaria de trinchera</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6612713623825875926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8695859416931496556&amp;postID=6612713623825875926' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6612713623825875926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8695859416931496556/posts/default/6612713623825875926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonpoemas.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-cruel-inquietud-se-saborea.html' title='La cruel inquietud se saborea...'/><author><name>Son Poemas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03554996219698218531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tX7onrx6k8I/SgE9K-OzZoI/AAAAAAAABBw/-yw2wReTGWc/S220/blog+son+poemas+poes%C3%ADa+gris.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8695859416931496556.post-6241376765444392270</id><published>2008-05-12T10:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:05:56.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escucha lo que agita la sombra...</title><summary type='text'>escucha lo que agita la sombravapulea cintasatando risas en su cuelloy en el pecho. . . . como escudo. . . . lleva hojasvástagos de ombligoen prisasde tesoros labios. . . . y en su frasco viperino. . . . las cortinas bajasgolpes de cordones. . . . agrietando espaldas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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