<?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-2580546920333932086</id><updated>2011-10-11T18:00:20.309-07:00</updated><category term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Ratos de ocio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amekare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580546920333932086/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amekare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amekare</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnMxH5XwOhs/Tne8gD3RNWI/AAAAAAAAAek/7j_OgnrjfO4/s220/vlcsnap-2011-07-12-22h15m16s248-620x.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580546920333932086.post-3536842218055293242</id><published>2010-04-27T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:50:09.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>El mundo con tu presencia</title><content type='html'>Es como si el mundo fuera blanco y negro&lt;div&gt;y de repente emerges tú con todos los colores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con ese brillo, con esa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es como si el mundo fuera un silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y de repente emerges tú con la dulce melodía de tu voz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que estremece mi cuerpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es como si el mundo fuera áspero y burdo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y de repente emerges tú con toda la delicadeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con toda esa suavidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es como si el mundo estuviera muerto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y apareces tú y lo llenas de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Diego Zuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580546920333932086-3536842218055293242?l=amekare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amekare.blogspot.com/feeds/3536842218055293242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amekare.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-mundo-con-tu-presencia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580546920333932086/posts/default/3536842218055293242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580546920333932086/posts/default/3536842218055293242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amekare.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-mundo-con-tu-presencia.html' title='El mundo con tu presencia'/><author><name>Amekare</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnMxH5XwOhs/Tne8gD3RNWI/AAAAAAAAAek/7j_OgnrjfO4/s220/vlcsnap-2011-07-12-22h15m16s248-620x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
