<?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-4753756574736369399</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:55:04.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVIDENTEMENTE MISERABLES</title><subtitle type='html'>Recorramos las mil bifurcaciones que nos puedan llevar
de ninguna parte a la nada..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3559402058850995825</id><published>2012-01-18T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:51:23.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>los tantos elementos</title><summary type='text'>Existe un cielo, dos cielos, tres cielos, mil cielos.. todos bajo este mismo cielo.
y relojes,  millones, o mas quizás, tratando de sincronizar la misma cantidad de vidas, bajo este cielo también..

Existen otros cielos también, así como existen otros infiernos.
Están los infiernos que uno se crea para si, y los infiernos que crea en los demás.. y ademas, estan los infiernos sincronizados, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3559402058850995825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3559402058850995825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2012/01/los-tantos-elementos.html' title='los tantos elementos'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-4440379923191261079</id><published>2011-11-16T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:09:37.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verlo con mis ojos</title><summary type='text'>suele pensarse, se suele creer
que todo lo que duele va a doler siempre.

Aveces nos despertamos y el dia es gris,
tan gris que nuestras vidas se vuelven asi de grises.

las aves negras invaden mi nido de luz, mi refugio...
las insolencia se viste de promesa.

Ocupar el suelo y despojarlo de sus miserias,
 se han construido imperios sobre mentiras asi.

Estoy aturdido, mi estomago ruge y la gente</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4440379923191261079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4440379923191261079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2011/11/verlo-con-mis-ojos.html' title='Verlo con mis ojos'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-1189072709524702254</id><published>2011-10-30T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:10:02.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NADA VALE LA PENA CUANDO NO TE TENES A VOS MISMO</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1189072709524702254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1189072709524702254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2011/10/nada-vale-la-pena-cuando-no-te-tenes.html' title='NADA VALE LA PENA CUANDO NO TE TENES A VOS MISMO'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8122907799956675200</id><published>2011-08-30T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:24:30.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oda a la memoria.</title><summary type='text'>Fajado, trato de rescatarte pero no puedo. No se como...

Existen momenos en los que quisiera ser ligero, volar y sin embargo, el cemento cubre mis pies.

Mi espalda esta ilustrativamente resquebrajada, como si ella quisiera dar cuenta de todo eso que el "peso" sabe hacerle a mis hombros.


Mientras tanto embrigado estoy, "licor" le dicen.

Una buena venda en la espalda, otra en las manos y otra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8122907799956675200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8122907799956675200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2011/08/oda-la-memoria.html' title='oda a la memoria.'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3730427211597920424</id><published>2011-08-23T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:34:14.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frascos</title><summary type='text'>Una mariposa decidio volar cerca suyo una vez...   
Se maravillo tanto que decidio perseguirla, cazarla.


Una vez atrapada, corrio a buscar un frasco lo suficientemente grande como para que pudiese creer que volaba, Que "ahi" seria parecido a "allí". 

Paso toda una tarde observandola... no podia creer que un gusano tuviera esas alas. Descarto enseguida la idea de sacrificarla y quedarse con las</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3730427211597920424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3730427211597920424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2011/08/frascos.html' title='Frascos'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-586010925202133924</id><published>2011-08-03T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:39:25.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta vez</title><summary type='text'>iré detrás de mi,

Intentare equivocarme
                                    y por que no sufrir.


pero esta vez, es mi decisión.


Me siento muy perdido,

Muy solo,
Muy triste,

                    pero  por fin conmigo mismo.

 ( Acá no hay nada más que lo que siempre hubo, pero esta vez, está bien )

Esta vez no tengo que mirar por encima de mi hombro para chequear.
Esta vez nadie me puede </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/586010925202133924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/586010925202133924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2011/08/esta-vez.html' title='Esta vez'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-206713431780115051</id><published>2011-04-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:46:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incognita de incognito</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      ES-TRAD   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/206713431780115051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/206713431780115051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2011/04/incognita-de-incognito.html' title='Incognita de incognito'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-9085762188880748189</id><published>2011-02-13T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:30:58.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"¡Ahora vengo!"</title><summary type='text'>Bibi corrio a buscar un paquetito de pitillos. El quiosco estuvo cerrado toda la tarde, seguramente lo hiba a estar ahora, pero las ganas ganaban.  Los semaforos no anduvieron nunca en su barrio, estaban de pinta nomas. Algunos se contentaban con destellar amarillos, nunca fue sufieciente de todas formas para evitar los insultos de las horas pico.  Dobló, tres de febrero no es el mejor lugar para</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/9085762188880748189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/9085762188880748189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2011/02/ahora-vengo.html' title='&quot;¡Ahora vengo!&quot;'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-295509047654099808</id><published>2011-02-10T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T04:38:32.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miradas</title><summary type='text'>vuelvo abrumado de tantas prisiones, y prisneros.

Tengo miedo de ser el ojo de un terrible huracan, de no darme cuenta que las cosas quizas no sean como yo crea verlas.. 

Que quizas no tenga los medios para salir ileso de todo este cotolengo.. de toda esta jauria hambrienta de motivos. Y YO NO QUIERO DARLOS. 

No quiero quedarme con gusto a miedo, y perder.

Perder en este mar que todo lo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/295509047654099808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/295509047654099808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2011/02/vuelvo-abrumado-de-tantas-prisiones-y.html' title='Miradas'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8935373870603808866</id><published>2011-01-10T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:51:26.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y</title><summary type='text'>( ) Me levante. Si, hoy (y tantos ayeres)....   ( ) lamente mi lugar en el sistema una vez mas: entre princesitas, super-play-boys de revistitas y  muy  por encima "los capataces de la historieta".  

Intente gritar tan fuerte que quede tragicamente mudo...       y ahora veo peliculas por internet e intento reirme, igual que el resto, de cosas vanas... de mi mismo. No Intentar, no lograr , no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8935373870603808866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8935373870603808866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-levante-si-hoy-y-tantos-ayeres.html' title='Y'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-334544575693039774</id><published>2010-11-16T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:54:08.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La integridad de la nada</title><summary type='text'>Todos intentan intentar... y asi el mundo se tropieza con sigo mismo..
Asi las promesas se rompen, las ilusiones.. tambien   rotas    rotas  rotas.   ROTAS  ROTAS  
y lagrimas y pataletas.. 

yo tambien. 

Todo bien chiquito................................................................................
......................................................  [bien medido],
bien pensando 
bien </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/334544575693039774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/334544575693039774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/11/todos.html' title='La integridad de la nada'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-872200891760089107</id><published>2010-09-06T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:10:32.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"¿hasta donde dejare treparte cola de tiburon?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/872200891760089107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/872200891760089107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/09/hasta-donde-dejare-treparte-cola-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8583031944151626984</id><published>2010-07-04T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:10:27.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una poesía desesperada, una noche bien negra, un cafe y el cigarrilo de la presion alta. Un bloc de ojas en blanco, un jardin eterno que enrelidad no existe y una rima que no esta interesada en su linaje.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8583031944151626984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8583031944151626984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/07/una-una-noche-bien-negra-cafe-y-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-809366995763671561</id><published>2010-07-04T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:56:09.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respuesta declarada a "la verdad de la milanesa"</title><summary type='text'>Todos mis semaforos estan amarillos, 
y quizas lo mas preocupante es no saber si van para rojo o verde. 
Todas mis inteciones no intentan, 
y mis sueños, mal dormidos, acorralan una tristeza infante. Todos esos regalos, prestados por un rato y luego negociados, 
canjeados por sarbalap dadas vueltas y mentiras. 
Y como puede ser que no recuerde el momento en que empece a temer 
y a saber lo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/809366995763671561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/809366995763671561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/07/respuesta-declarada-la-verdad-de-la.html' title='Respuesta declarada a &quot;la verdad de la milanesa&quot;'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8277124693164452089</id><published>2010-06-25T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:42:36.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"La creatividad nace de la angustia, como la noche nace del dia"</title><summary type='text'>¿Con que necesidad me hice artista?






p.d: Legislemos de vuelta. (yo me entiendo)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8277124693164452089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8277124693164452089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-creatividad-nace-de-la-angustia-como.html' title='&quot;La creatividad nace de la angustia, como la noche nace del dia&quot;'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-99940345965126124</id><published>2010-06-07T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:44:25.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¡MI ETERNA DEVOCION Y GRATIDUD A LA SORPRESA!

 P.D:  el destino aburre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/99940345965126124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/99940345965126124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-eterna-devocion-la-sorpresa.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6412408677346873539</id><published>2010-06-01T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:14:58.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duda</title><summary type='text'>Hoy decidi pegarle un tubazo a la duda...   Un poco cansado me tiene, y ya parece que joder mi pasado no alcanzo, asi que mando a alguien para joder un poco al presente.  Asi que la llame.. 

pero no atiende.....     

Hace unos meses atras decidi hacerle un cuarto a ella entre a otras. Se ve que el suyo no le gusto y se va seguido a molestar a mi o a la gente que me rodea....   es por eso que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6412408677346873539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6412408677346873539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/06/duda.html' title='Duda'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-1796017530061237150</id><published>2010-05-11T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:53:17.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MENSAJE OCULTO:  BELCEBÚ NO ESTA INTERESADO EN ESTAS MIERDAS(Neófitos, abstenerse de sacar conclusiones)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1796017530061237150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1796017530061237150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/mensaje-oculto-belcebu-no-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6605233458308177756</id><published>2010-05-11T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:01:39.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" "</title><summary type='text'>Aveces no alcanca con el humo , y los pantalones caidos y bien abajo.
"Te cansaste de esperar tu turno" me dice. "es normal que te salte la termica" y quizas si, o quizas no.
Quizas nunca llegue ese "turno" o directamente no exista... o peor aún, lo sea todo el tiempo. ("¿el tiempo me dara mil llaves?")

Desde que el "instante" unico e irrepetiblemente sagrado, quedo sobreseido de toda jerarquia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6605233458308177756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6605233458308177756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='&quot; &quot;'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-1585752308244024244</id><published>2010-04-19T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:56:18.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las 21</title><summary type='text'>El Artifice.
   Cansado... muy cansado, arrime un poquito de pan hacia mi.  Luego de observarlo e intentar transformarlo en plato de ravioles con solo mirarlo decidi que seria mas apropiado cortalo, y asi lo hice: metodico-aburrido decidi separar los resultados. Despues de todo un "sambuche"  es un "sambuche" y no por eso tenemos que desestimar su heroica compañia. Estuve a punto de comenzar con </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1585752308244024244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1585752308244024244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/las-21.html' title='Las 21'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-9192924220173091685</id><published>2010-04-07T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:18:07.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burbujas</title><summary type='text'>Entre martillos y puntadas me escapo. El viento quizas me llame.
Allá donde las hozes cortan flautines y el aire inmovil mueve las campanas, suena algo mas que el misterio.

Me levanta, me levanta y me deja suspendido.A diestra y siniestra los toques del alma, es hora de partir.
Voy a buscarte entre las nubes y dejarme caer en insondable distancia.

Los martillos quieren llamarme, los telefonos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/9192924220173091685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/9192924220173091685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/04/burbujas.html' title='Burbujas'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-4475849044965508145</id><published>2010-03-29T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:24:54.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>una flor</title><summary type='text'>Y se callo del cielo la tormenta,
y bailastes sobre ella , eterna, enterna.

Condenada a la insolencia que la hace bella,

Eterna,
              eterna.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4475849044965508145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4475849044965508145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/una-flor.html' title='una flor'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-228867300438620397</id><published>2010-03-29T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:57:27.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puñaladas

Creo en las traiciones, además las lejanías no siempre duelen... 


         Mala leche y boca llena. No los oigo, no los tengo en cuenta. Ni a mi ni a nadie. Quizás por eso haya decidido traicionar primero que nada mi palabra, y solo por ser feliz.


Las vueltas son vueltas, las tuercas hexagonales. Y los macro-porques se adhieren a mi como si al interrogarme pudieran lograr algo. 


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/228867300438620397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/228867300438620397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/03/punaladas.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-1019176553562683573</id><published>2010-01-21T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:15:09.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No se me mire.</title><summary type='text'>Mordí de vuelta las tablas de tu supuesta ley. 
Caballo regalado, dientes de oro.

Mordí nuevamente las tablas de tu supuesta fe.
Caballo regalado, dientes de oro.

Mordí por morder, y en la herida te encontré.. 
lado fuerte de mi, lado débil detras de la piel.
Tantas dudas y una sola certeza.
Las sonrisas de tu prole son por lagrimas ajenas.

Mordí por quien muerde, y por si las dudas.
Y si con </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1019176553562683573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1019176553562683573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-se-me-mire.html' title='No se me mire.'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-5244326491736325835</id><published>2010-01-05T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:11:51.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Relatividad de las escaleras" Pensamientos desde la Gayola: 4</title><summary type='text'>Soledad y misterio
trances BLANCOs y mentiras
saludos, mas saludos, mas salu, mas sa, ma s , ma , m.

TERRIBLE e insinuado.¿Estas con ella? : 
(Botin, botiquin...  y dentro la sal que no sala, no paga.)     

 Se muy bien que dentro, d e      n
tro mio esta, estan, estan to, estan todos, estan todos aqu, estan todos aquellos, estan todos aquellos que... 

.......................................(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5244326491736325835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5244326491736325835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/escaleras-pensamientos-desde-la-gayola.html' title='&quot;Relatividad de las escaleras&quot; Pensamientos desde la Gayola: 4'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/S0QBIAVQoKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jA_Z9c22GeE/s72-c/relatividad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8529957523763932967</id><published>2010-01-04T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:13:23.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bucear hasta que la hora me mande a dormir...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8529957523763932967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8529957523763932967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/bucear-hasta-que-la-hora-me-mande.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7149180284315263188</id><published>2009-12-30T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:06:37.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otro paso mas..</title><summary type='text'>
Correctos salones donde las caricias no son de polvo.
Superfluos cantores que destilan tristeza en cada una de sus coplas,
y novias. Novias que su velo guardan por que deciden pasar para otro día sus sueños.

Un mandatario-mandataria decidido a hacerse persona, a sentir y ponerse en otros pantalones, otras camisas, otros ojos lagrimosos. Dos tiros convertidos en ninguno y felices fiestas para un</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7149180284315263188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7149180284315263188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/correctos-salones-donde-las-caricias-no.html' title='Otro paso mas..'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-191616749330463634</id><published>2009-12-20T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:39:51.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perforado por mis taladros!Esnifadas mis virtudes, gracias noche por mostrate desnuda!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/191616749330463634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/191616749330463634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/perforado-por-mis-taladros.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8593116495413264491</id><published>2009-12-20T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:45:17.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El arca" - Pensamientos desde la Gayola: 3 -</title><summary type='text'>Hombre caracol, mochila-casa a cuestas, y todo ese peso justificado con un par de "menos mal", protesto.Protesto por que acumulo recuerdos prolijos, los catalogo según las convicciones con las que me levante esa mañana, sigo al pie de la letra poderosos esquemas mentales, caminos que yo solo se recorrer... ese día.Y al final, siempre sigo echo un desorden. Desorden que me deja vivir solo-si no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8593116495413264491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8593116495413264491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/bloqueo.html' title='&quot;El arca&quot; - Pensamientos desde la Gayola: 3 -'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-2432827242350647999</id><published>2009-12-14T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:44:05.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"UNO" - Pensamientos desde la gayola: 2</title><summary type='text'>
No te caigas, no te dejes.

Solo lo que ayer fue luz, hoy sabe ver penumbra.
Y solo el que vive en la penumbra sabe lo que fue vivir en la luz.

No te acostumbres, no te acomodes...
Acordate de prender ese fosforo rapido..

.......................................No te caigas, no te dejes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2432827242350647999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2432827242350647999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/amigo-pensamientos-desde-la-gayola-2.html' title='&quot;UNO&quot; - Pensamientos desde la gayola: 2'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/S0QEkYfGO2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SVVnvHzQisY/s72-c/20071009ABB541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8261331629346239926</id><published>2009-12-01T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:10:30.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fog" - Pensamientos desde la Gayola: 1 -</title><summary type='text'>



Matemos al sol,
por que la noche dibuja mejor.
Dejemos a este mundo así, invariablemente oscuro, precipitando agónicas gotas y maullidos eternamente desveladores.

Quizás -y recién entonces- intentemos vernos a través de nuestros faroles a kerosén, que son lo único que sabremos iluminar después de haber perdido el derecho a obedecer estos hiperlabicos almanaques (que tienen la curiosa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8261331629346239926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8261331629346239926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/matemos-al-sol-por-que-la-noche-dibuja.html' title='&quot;Fog&quot; - Pensamientos desde la Gayola: 1 -'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/Sx0qc4vmhMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Fp2vbn31PQg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7013306999967017428</id><published>2009-11-24T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:53:12.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acepto</title><summary type='text'>tanito se mando el moco...Ahora los sobres tienen otro relleno. Parece que el condimento se echa a perder si lo sacan al aire, dicen.Y si se va por la vía, pensando todo el día "en",- Lamentablemente, a veces, pensando erróneamente...lamentablemente, a veces, pensando...parece que pensar a veces es no hacerlo, ( Y por eso uno se manda los mocos, ¿vio?) -Se consigue lograr un envión </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7013306999967017428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7013306999967017428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/acepto.html' title='Acepto'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7060874645949898534</id><published>2009-11-23T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:54:11.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De este lado de la ventana</title><summary type='text'>Erizada, suave.viaje eterno de mis dedos sobre la tuya piel.Como pájaro que quisiera posarse en cada una de tus notas..Como si no me alcanzara lo perfecto del momento.. Vienes a mi, otra vez, en recurrente recuerdo. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;Escruto mis sabanas tratando de encontrar lo que quede de tu olor,mientras, lo único que entra por mi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7060874645949898534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7060874645949898534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-este-lado-de-la-ventana.html' title='De este lado de la ventana'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7788244966360198474</id><published>2009-11-19T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:42:31.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno mas y ya "somos"...</title><summary type='text'>

Aparece un nueva plataforma de comunicación, usuario promedio se une.. mis amigos lo hacen, profesores respetados también lo hacen... Ultima Noticia: "Macri en el ya tiene su espacio en el libro-cara"...  ¡mierda! ¿¡que esta pasando!?

Usuario promedio se muda.. y como antes logro abandonar sin reparos, los "cucus" de la flor por los dos tipitos de color verde.... ahora logra distraer -aún mas-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7788244966360198474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7788244966360198474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-mas-y-van.html' title='Uno mas y ya &quot;somos&quot;...'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/SwZE5FVIGDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cjMccarXnJw/s72-c/comunicacion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-41466934598485798</id><published>2009-11-16T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:58:29.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quiero decirme tantas cosas!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/41466934598485798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/41466934598485798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/quiero-decirme-tantas-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7164247961924682551</id><published>2009-11-13T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:57:36.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El primer refugio</title><summary type='text'>Gritar! Clamarte!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; Anegarme de sonidos hasta el arrebato,volver a gritarte, añorarte, y cantarle a la muerte para finalmente mancomunarnos en sacro ritual.Por que la música,"es una sola"....es lo que somos, y hacia ella vamos todo el tiempo... como si fuera el ultimo refugio en esta tormenta que precipita todo tipo de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7164247961924682551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7164247961924682551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/gritar-gritar.html' title='El primer refugio'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3212623344559085048</id><published>2009-11-06T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:58:44.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una escalera en mi ventana</title><summary type='text'>para que me despiertes:doce del mediodía, tres de la mañana .... - están bien.Esta bien que me cantes, a la oreja. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;- palabras que derraman música -Esta bien recibir todos esos regalos en forma de mirada, cuando la mía recién (y apenas) logra verte.Una escalera en mi ventana por favor...diseñada por algún miguel ángel en </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3212623344559085048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3212623344559085048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-escalera-en-mi-ventana.html' title='Una escalera en mi ventana'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3330531783572225498</id><published>2009-11-05T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:53:03.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>calambre intenso.</title><summary type='text'>(Y el puto bondi que llega tarde)..Des-horas-humo..............................¡Más!............................................tras-noches-humo.............................¡Más!y cáda vez..........................más humo.............................................y más tarde.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3330531783572225498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3330531783572225498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/castanas-rotas-calambres-intensos.html' title='calambre intenso.'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8508859244567711536</id><published>2009-11-02T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:04:05.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El elemento más perfecto</title><summary type='text'>Cómplice de mi lado mas oscuro..soberano de los miedos que invaden las bahías mas ocultas de mi tranquilidad,shang oscuro, dolor tartamudo.Pavor oculto,persistencia férrea de lo que no quiere ser recordado.error, -al- no cometersey canciones calabozo.Entre haber creído el exilio de mis serpientes y haber fajado -en clausura merecida- las puertas de mi jardín salvaje, logre sentirme como aquella </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8508859244567711536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8508859244567711536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/complice-de-mi-lado-mas-oscuro.html' title='El elemento más perfecto'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3682080861381244885</id><published>2009-11-02T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:54:56.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Separados por una tormenta pasajeranos juntamos nuevamenteBuscamos cuarteaduras en paredes y techosy las eternas arañasMe pregunto si habrá una mujer más.Ahora40,000 moscas recorrenlos brazos de mi almacantando:“I met a million dollar baby in5 and 10 cent store”¿Brazos de mi alma?¿moscas?¿cantando?¿qué clase de mierda es ésta?Es tan fácil ser poetay tan difícil serhombre.Charles Bukowski. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3682080861381244885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3682080861381244885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/separados-por-una-tormenta-pasajera-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/SwN9kYwGnII/AAAAAAAAAGc/5NdMfiyIA2U/s72-c/234551648_55fb09d00f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7728381975912711719</id><published>2009-10-29T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:05:23.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>capullo de cielo</title><summary type='text'>Esculpida, perfecta. La piedra mas interesante.Y esos ojos que pulsan mi mirada hasta devolvérmela... hasta meterla nuevamente dentro mió, pero ahora bella.Sonrisas y palabras que pelean por el podio.- Un podio que tiene lugar para las dos -Extrañarte------------------quizás-......................................tenga lo suyo.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7728381975912711719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7728381975912711719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/capullo-del-cielo.html' title='capullo de cielo'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8857524649493012575</id><published>2009-10-19T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:14:25.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De oportunismos y oportunidades.</title><summary type='text'>Mario decide pensar...Y su pensamiento logra trascender.Luego, sus trascendentales ideas son idealizadas y llevadas al plano de lo genial.mario ahora es un genio.Pero mario, que poco tiene que ver con capas, no se siente ese mario que todos aprenden a ver.Mario ahora es: MARIO. Y prefiere no serlo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8857524649493012575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8857524649493012575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/mario-decide-pensar.html' title='De oportunismos y oportunidades.'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-661772758640818640</id><published>2009-09-06T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:08:09.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otro panorama mas.</title><summary type='text'>Hoy espero que señales otras cosas.también supe esperar ayer a que cambies,y todos los días me despierto esperando encontrar ese "futuro" que todos necesitan tener por delante para poder seguir... seguir igual.Desde hace muchos ayeres atrás se que soy... por que supe que iba a ser. Pero no supe nunca - y menos ahora - como iba a ser.En el tiempo me mareo por que no se encerrar en un solo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/661772758640818640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/661772758640818640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/se.html' title='Otro panorama mas.'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-2191984886739047709</id><published>2009-07-22T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:01:12.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instrucciones para llorar</title><summary type='text'>Dejando de lado los motivos, atengámonos a la manera correcta de llorar, entendiendo por esto un llanto que no ingrese en el escándalo, ni que insulte a la sonrisa con su paralela y torpe semejanza. El llanto medio u ordinario consiste en una contracción general del rostro y un sonido espasmódico acompañado de lágrimas y mocos, estos últimos al final, pues el llanto se acaba en el momento en que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2191984886739047709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2191984886739047709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/preambulo-las-instrucciones-para-dar.html' title='Instrucciones para llorar'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/SwN_ibDwnBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5qBnKfIqNmE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-179785505918905576</id><published>2009-06-10T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:07:36.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de mitologias y maldiciones</title><summary type='text'>- El dia se carga de mi mal humor(los griegos pesaban que el humor era un liquido que corria en el cuerpo)-Ok, tengo la vejiga llena. Me voy a buscar un arbol para mearlo bien</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/179785505918905576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/179785505918905576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-dia-se-carga-de-mi-mal-humor-los.html' title='de mitologias y maldiciones'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-1936558376226623025</id><published>2009-04-16T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:20:59.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ETERNAMENTE</title><summary type='text'>sorprendido</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1936558376226623025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1936558376226623025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternamente.html' title='ETERNAMENTE'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-1909745475007773226</id><published>2009-04-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:08:40.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Bajo Belgrano,amor ascendentees ella quien te busca donde vos no estásy es que toda tu canción persistirásiempre,.............................................................................siempre?y hasta en el turbio río...Todos dicen que quizá el amor vuelva un díasi es que este muro se logra derribar".Luis Alberto Spinetta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1909745475007773226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1909745475007773226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/bajo-belgrano-amor-ascendente-es-ella.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3160194243384395731</id><published>2009-04-11T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:02:28.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y SI ACASO HOY NO BRILLRA EL SOL?</title><summary type='text'>(y quedara yo atrapado aqui ...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3160194243384395731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3160194243384395731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-si-acaso-hoy-no-brillra-el-sol.html' title='Y SI ACASO HOY NO BRILLRA EL SOL?'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8906932933043278375</id><published>2009-03-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:41:41.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> por liniers  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8906932933043278375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8906932933043278375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/Sck3XNfwGAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xnjP-7v5dwc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6376324348201533906</id><published>2009-03-23T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:01:30.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Son...</title><summary type='text'>todas esas promesas son...las que arrebatan la tranquilidad mas indefensa...son.. tan canallas como la mismisima merca, problemas de mierda...son, y siempre seran asi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6376324348201533906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6376324348201533906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/son.html' title='Son...'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-9144282289840806557</id><published>2009-03-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:22:18.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Marcha</title><summary type='text'>nuevamente voy cambiadno la piel... mudando mis promesasy las viejas visagras que antes habian marcado mi "ahora",increibelmente quedaron obsoletas...Marcha interminable contra el tiempo (y sus respuestas)Este viaje que me atormenta hermosamente el alma..(el problema no es que no alla ticket de vuelta, el problema es que no quiero pagarlo)Me gusta estar aca, rodeado de mis eternos probelmas....Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/9144282289840806557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/9144282289840806557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-marcha.html' title='La Marcha'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-422029535643531047</id><published>2009-02-02T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:21:00.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loco</title><summary type='text'>adj. Dicese de quien esta afectado de un alto nivel de independencia intelectual; del que no se contenta con las normas de pensamiento, lenguaje y accion que los conformistas han determinado overservandose a si mismos; del que no esta de acuerdo con la mayoria; en suma, de todo lo que es insolito.Extraido del diccionario del diablo por ambrose bierce</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/422029535643531047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/422029535643531047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/02/loco.html' title='Loco'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-1205920735258026046</id><published>2009-01-14T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:47:42.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luces Efimera..</title><summary type='text'>...En medio de las palabras, hubo oscuridad..y las lagrimas, aún asi, se hacen ver....Los silencios esta vez, no llegan a decir nada.(no hay mucho que decir)cualquier palabra no alcanzaria.. (doleria) ..no alcanzo.Aveces elegimos distancias.Aveces alguna que otra droga.Aveces elegimos besos.. .......................... ¿como juzgar?...No logro callarme.No logro entender.("¿y como hacer para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1205920735258026046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1205920735258026046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/luces-efimera.html' title='Luces Efimera..'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6081941900185580827</id><published>2009-01-04T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:05:48.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precisamente</title><summary type='text'>estaba pensando en lo trabajoso que es empezar a escribir algo...y escuche esa palabra...ahora voy a esperar, que algo me diga como seguir...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6081941900185580827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6081941900185580827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/precisamente.html' title='Precisamente'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-4425701209121973894</id><published>2008-08-19T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:01:40.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pido y pido..</title><summary type='text'>Nada como un dolor punzante para olvidarte del resto de los dolores.por esas cosas del destino o vaya uno a saber que,es que termino siempre donde empece: en el lamento.Las manos ahora tienen algo que llevar...y en la locura sin corazon no voy a gastar mi paciencia.le pido a la memoria no me deje olvidar.le pido a la nostalgia que aparezca mas seguido, para poder valorar todo un poco mas.le pido </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4425701209121973894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4425701209121973894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2008/08/nada-como-un-dolor-punzante-para.html' title='Pido y pido..'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-153695237580830107</id><published>2008-07-15T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:46:58.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hay hombres que luchan un día        y son buenos.        Hay otros que luchan un año        y son mejores.        Hay quienes luchan muchos años        y son muy buenos.        Pero hay los que luchan toda la vida:        Esos son los imprescindibles".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/153695237580830107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/153695237580830107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/hay-hombres-que-luchan-un-da-y-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-610228748381234703</id><published>2008-07-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:39:06.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SABIA!</title><summary type='text'>no sabia que intentar fuera tan dificil...(MENOS MAL!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/610228748381234703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/610228748381234703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-sabia.html' title='NO SABIA!'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-996371160172334967</id><published>2008-02-04T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:16:55.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tormenta!</title><summary type='text'>Mugre, noche..solo, vos..frio.. y todo lo demas..cancion: el silencioy en las manos...en las manos todo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/996371160172334967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/996371160172334967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2008/02/tormenta.html' title='Tormenta!'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-4641652204333787537</id><published>2008-01-31T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:52:37.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿A DONDE VAMOS TAN RAPIDO?</title><summary type='text'>ojalà este bueno.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4641652204333787537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4641652204333787537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/donde-vamos-tan-rapido.html' title='¿A DONDE VAMOS TAN RAPIDO?'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6597038383184240633</id><published>2008-01-28T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:22:00.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceano:</title><summary type='text'>s. Extension acuatica que ocupa dos tercios del mundo echo para el hombre, que casualmente carece de branquias.Extraido del diccionario del diablo por ambrose bierce</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6597038383184240633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6597038383184240633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/oceano.html' title='Oceano:'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/R53r3O0zibI/AAAAAAAAADc/P-2TVIXl4Vs/s72-c/ocean17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-5134530219080756241</id><published>2008-01-25T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:51:59.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>por Liniers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5134530219080756241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5134530219080756241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/por-liniers.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/R5n3gO0ziZI/AAAAAAAAADM/9S_9tzSG3Fc/s72-c/liniers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8584894405086856783</id><published>2008-01-20T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:14:23.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSANDO EN VOS SIEMPRE!</title><summary type='text'>(SIEMPRE EXTRAÑANDOTE!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8584894405086856783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8584894405086856783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/pensando-en-vos-siempre.html' title='PENSANDO EN VOS SIEMPRE!'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-2585148668255470490</id><published>2008-01-18T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:50:25.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a la espera</title><summary type='text'>arena..el sol quema esos rostros tan bonitoslos dora, los llena de confianza..pero aca sigue pasando lo mismo,y el sol no es clemente, ni embellece.El agua se fudne con el aire,y la respiracion y todo acto humano se vuelve tedioso.Todo cuesta mas....y la antinatura todo lo envuelvecomo todo acto civilizador apabulla a los que no tienen poder de incidencia.y la gente se baña en las fuentes.y el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2585148668255470490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2585148668255470490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-espera.html' title='a la espera'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-5203072669314015478</id><published>2007-12-30T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:28:04.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otro paso mas..</title><summary type='text'>Que la memoria no falle.
Y que la manera de ver la vida propia, de los demas, de una vez por todas se vuelva humana.

Que haya respeto, que se note el cambio, que haya un despertar.

¡Levantemos la mirada y veamos al mirar!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5203072669314015478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5203072669314015478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/otro-paso-mas.html' title='Otro paso mas..'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3590436320647540026</id><published>2007-12-27T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:59:22.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALTA POCO ..</title><summary type='text'>soypreguntarespuestaotra preguntay asi..soy, confusion que confunde, pero que es envidiada... --&gt; ?soy, creador, constructor, derribador...enemigo de muchas cosas, por lo menos.por lo menos soy,fin?si, muchos..y vos?a que?no temas.. no te sirve,(a menos que lo uses).canciones para llorar hay muchas..aburren.el llanto aburre, pero la risa,la risa es la alquimia de la vida.es tiempo de cambios, es </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3590436320647540026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3590436320647540026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/falta-poco.html' title='FALTA POCO ..'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6930494357905872342</id><published>2007-12-27T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:05:19.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomendacion:</title><summary type='text'>La Resistencia - Ernesto SabatoLos que tengan la posibilidad, traten de dedicarle una tarde, no lleva mucho mas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6930494357905872342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6930494357905872342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/recomendacion.html' title='Recomendacion:'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3488953121521874415</id><published>2007-12-04T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:24:59.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no hay nada peor que un reloj ...traste vil, que te instala todos los dias la idea de que todo empieza de nuevo.no puede haber poesia en semejante mentira.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3488953121521874415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3488953121521874415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-hay-nada-peor-que-un-reloj.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6101646660648648414</id><published>2007-11-16T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:04:21.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantos a la vida  I</title><summary type='text'>te canto a vos sirenareina del mar de todos los que no saben saber.le canto al monte que alguna vez fue(¡edificio ahora! ¡cosas que comprar!)le canto al verdadero humildeal que no esconde motivosal que se llevo desde la cuna al mundo por delantepero mas le canto al que sabe que se lo tiene que llevar!le canto a dios, dios unico?dios multiunico!!!!dios de todo/s que canta conmigo tambiendios de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6101646660648648414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6101646660648648414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/11/te-canto-vos-sirena-reina-del-mar-de.html' title='Cantos a la vida  I'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-1325628590313638130</id><published>2007-11-14T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T04:10:48.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EL AMOR NUNCA ES DE MENOS</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1325628590313638130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1325628590313638130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/11/el-amor-nunca-es-de-menos.html' title='EL AMOR NUNCA ES DE MENOS'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7371681629028146927</id><published>2007-11-13T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T05:29:58.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mensaje en la botella</title><summary type='text'>(sabes muy bien)Evidentemente querido amigo,ser miserable es una condicion y una eleccion.Han pasado poco mas de una estacion,y el tren de la primavera nos desorienta tanto o mas que la gente que nos rodea.Pero parace que sumergirse en los submundos es una responsabilidad que te va a dejar todo lo que queres tener.. adelante!de todas maneras aqui estare cuando quieras compartir la vista de tus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7371681629028146927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7371681629028146927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/11/mensaje-en-la-botella.html' title='mensaje en la botella'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-2359018373371194579</id><published>2007-10-26T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:05:35.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buen viaje!</title><summary type='text'>Que bueno verte mirar por ultima vez,que bueno verte reir por ultima vez..Ojala encuentres a todo esoque tanto extrañaste estos ulimos años.te voy a extrañar ojos de cielo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2359018373371194579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2359018373371194579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/10/buen-viaje.html' title='Buen viaje!'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/RyIVVht83_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/18O9jLuOuQ4/s72-c/ushuaia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-9180860045048570352</id><published>2007-10-01T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:48:03.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/9180860045048570352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/9180860045048570352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/RwFAwMDEstI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dEt2coXWyq4/s72-c/684606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-4156486681454623910</id><published>2007-10-01T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:46:13.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El infierno está encantador esta noche</title><summary type='text'>Buena Suerte!Y más que suerte! (sin alarma ...)Me voy corriendo a ver que escribe en mi paredla tribu de mi calle.La banda de mi calle!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4156486681454623910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4156486681454623910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/10/y-ahora-tiro-yo-porque-me-toca-en-este.html' title='El infierno está encantador esta noche'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-4078359667622846037</id><published>2007-09-19T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:43:52.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nunca esta de mas.. por Liniers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4078359667622846037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4078359667622846037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/09/por-liniers.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/RvS5MsDEsrI/AAAAAAAAACk/yTCTk92uT1E/s72-c/1188954635_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3622408385566730239</id><published>2007-09-19T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T05:06:33.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida.En la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.Sería más tonto de lo que he sido, de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.Sería menos higiénico.Correría más riesgos, haría más viajes, contemplaría más atardeceres,subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos.Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido, comería más </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3622408385566730239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3622408385566730239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/09/si-pudiera-vivir-nuevamente-mi-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-983193149440205319</id><published>2007-09-18T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:08:39.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>por Liners Creo que estoy loco..creo que eso es ser normal.creo que disfruto de la vida,no creo estar equivocado.(creo que si lo estoy para mucha gente)creo que tendria que ser mas librecreo que me tendrian que dejar serlo...creo que muy poca gente te escucha...creo que no hay interes por casi nada.creo que que todos "nos sentimos" solos.creo en el amor, pero creo que es la palabra menos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/983193149440205319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/983193149440205319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/09/creo-que-estoy-loco.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/RvETlYtHg-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/JHw_nzRvH7M/s72-c/Macanudo84.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-3853034242837466037</id><published>2007-09-09T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:58:05.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" cuando venga la muerte, tiene que encontrarme vivo."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3853034242837466037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/3853034242837466037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/09/los-rockeros-pueden-infringir-muchas.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-5209402307203358213</id><published>2007-09-09T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:59:01.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRISIS</title><summary type='text'>"No pretendamos que las cosas cambien si siempre hacemos lo mismo. La crisis es la mejor bendición que puede sucederle a las personas y a los países porque la crisis trae progresos.La creatividad nace de la angustia, como el día nace de la noche oscura. Es en la crisis que nace la inventiva, los descubrimientos y las grandes estrategias. Quien supera la crisis se supera a sí mismo sin quedar "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5209402307203358213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5209402307203358213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/09/crisis.html' title='CRISIS'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-8083672608245352256</id><published>2007-09-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:06:58.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SON TANTAS COSAS, PARA DECIR,</title><summary type='text'>son tantas rosas..SON TANTAS COSAS, PARA SENTIR,son tantas rosas..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8083672608245352256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/8083672608245352256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/09/son-tantas-cosas-para-decir.html' title='SON TANTAS COSAS, PARA DECIR,'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6123452210742309612</id><published>2007-08-24T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:26:33.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡¡¡¿SERA POSIBLE?!!!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6123452210742309612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6123452210742309612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/08/sera-posible_24.html' title='¡¡¡¿SERA POSIBLE?!!!'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7126400386240918294</id><published>2007-08-24T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:24:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7126400386240918294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7126400386240918294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/Rs_LHy2yGoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-sPVRdhokoM/s72-c/Macanudo9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-1524140445786538047</id><published>2007-08-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:17:25.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexion: El Juego de la vida</title><summary type='text'>El maravilloso juego de la vida. Ese rompecabezas que alimenta y destruye corazones.Ese cofre de infinitos recursos y posibilidades.Que parece cerrarse en cada invierno del alma y renace en cada verano del amor. Ese es el juego para el que fuimos creados.Juego absoluto. El único posible.El que nos convierte en pequeños dioses o en diminutos mortales por Eduardo Cabral</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1524140445786538047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/1524140445786538047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/08/reflexion-el-juego-de-la-vida.html' title='Reflexion: El Juego de la vida'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-4731753718182700616</id><published>2007-08-21T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:52:26.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manos a la obra</title><summary type='text'>Todos los dias matamos nuestros sueños si no hacemos nada por ellos..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4731753718182700616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/4731753718182700616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/08/manos-la-obra.html' title='manos a la obra'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6915830978266310307</id><published>2007-08-19T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:43:26.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahora, solo yo</title><summary type='text'>Ahora lo se,se que siento cuando veo todo lo que no es mas mio..ahora se,que triste y vacia puede ser la vida..Ahora se que se siente quedarse con lo que uno busca.Ahora se que cuando el corazon duele, todo duele, todo es duelo, ahora se..Mude mi pielAhora soy ese pobre tipo (viejo)del que me advertiste, me debia cuidar de ser.Ahora el sol no va a brillar,por que brilla la luna.Ahora no hay mas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6915830978266310307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6915830978266310307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/08/ahora-solo-yo_19.html' title='Ahora, solo yo'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-2489558037094483473</id><published>2007-08-16T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T08:49:09.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay Vidita!</title><summary type='text'>puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche?si.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2489558037094483473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2489558037094483473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/08/ay-vidita.html' title='Ay Vidita!'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6318791045082528156</id><published>2007-08-06T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:03:54.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde este lado..</title><summary type='text'>este camino asustay es dificil de verlo,por que la luz simpre viene de lugares distintos..distantes..la sal en la mejilla no me gustacuando todo lo dulce se va con cada paso tuyoel frio en mi mirada..tampoco me gusta,por que todo el calor lo voy perdiendoy en las balsas que me quedan no hay rincones para frasadasvoy a nadar..solo espero no cruzarme con eso mio que me acalambra el corazonvoy a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6318791045082528156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6318791045082528156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/08/desde-este-lado.html' title='Desde este lado..'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-2420419856791301144</id><published>2007-07-30T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:55:10.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿otra vez "otra vez"?</title><summary type='text'>el circulo es.....te diria que casi patetico.y yo que me olvido todo (y mucho mas)me encuentro otra vez mirandome al espejo.las respuestas simpre son distntas.y el bolo mas grande sigue siendo mi intento de ser.Mas no me quejo, por lo menos al tanto estoy..las bordonas y bramaje asi me tienencansado de darles mi lugar, pero siempre sorprendido.te las tendria que cantarpero asi somos los cobardes..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2420419856791301144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/2420419856791301144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/otra-vez-otra-vez.html' title='¿otra vez &quot;otra vez&quot;?'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6567440070772045066</id><published>2007-07-22T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:45:28.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Es extraña la ligereza con que los malvados creen que todo les saldrá bien..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6567440070772045066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6567440070772045066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/RqQi4JHrUmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/L3T3R9k_DAk/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-5512901963393608893</id><published>2007-07-15T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:56:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Todos = c/u = Cualquiera = TODO?</title><summary type='text'>para un poco.y mira,mira alrrededor tuyo y pensa. OBSERVA.seguramente no valorizas todo lo que ves por iugal. seguramtne hay cosas mas importantes que otras.ahora, trata de ver lo que la gente ve.. .. ve lo mismo que vos, pero.. si, muchos solo miran..algunos nunca son observados..muchos tienen como todo la nada..que vas a hacer por ellos?por mi?por vos?sabemos lo que no queremos para nosotros, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5512901963393608893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/5512901963393608893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/todos-cada-uno-cualqiera-todos.html' title='¿Todos = c/u = Cualquiera = TODO?'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7941346726893639901</id><published>2007-07-14T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T02:19:33.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tormenta  "      "  tormenta</title><summary type='text'>hola!seguis ahi?..........nunca mas vi a las tormentas entre tu nombre,nunca mas te vi subir.La obra casi perfecta,casi por que faltaba tu canto...quedo aca, al lado mio, dormido recuerdo.te quedastes aca?sos vos la que manda estas señales?a donde valla (aunque el tatuaje no se vea)algo asi como tu bandera esta con migo.la primera.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7941346726893639901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7941346726893639901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/07/tormenta-tormenta.html' title='tormenta  &quot;      &quot;  tormenta'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-506581197300896664</id><published>2007-06-26T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:23:51.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRACIAS!!</title><summary type='text'>" (...)Debo decir, que así fue como a lo largo de mi vida, tomé contacto con muchísima gente seria. He vivido mucho con personas grandes, viéndolas muy de cerca. Aún así, no mejoré en demasía mi opinión acerca de los adultos. Cuando encontraba alguna persona grande que me parecía algo lúcida, realizaba la prueba de mi dibujo número 1 que siempre he conservado y conservo aún. Me interesaba saber </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/506581197300896664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/506581197300896664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/gracias.html' title='GRACIAS!!'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-72312771434047946</id><published>2007-06-18T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:22:28.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y si hoy no lo fuera?</title><summary type='text'> cadenas! hay cadenas! cadenas que rompen esquemas!hay cadenas! cadenas que te encierran, te liberan?es suficiente algo cuando los sueños no son claros? mis manos, mis pies, mi mentetodo parece haberse atrevido por un instante,a sucumbir al yugo de este mundo, verdugo.cadenas! hay cadenas! quien se llevo de mi, mi llave, la tuya..quien me dejo este mundo? no soborno a mi espirutu.el tiempo me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/72312771434047946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/72312771434047946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-si-hoy-no-lo-fuera.html' title='y si hoy no lo fuera?'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/RnbdL4IzMfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mp0ZGIa-aHk/s72-c/cadenas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-863836300052531167</id><published>2007-05-25T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:00:43.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" Como los budistas, sé que la palabra no es el hecho. Si digo manzana no es la maravilla innombrable que enamora el verano, si digo árbol apenas me acerco a lo que saben las aves, el caballo siempre fue y será lo que es sin saber que así lo nombro. Sé que la palabra no es el hecho, pero sí sé que un día mi padre bajó de la montaña y dijo unas palabras al oído de mi madre, y la incendió de tal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/863836300052531167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/863836300052531167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/05/como-los-budistas.html' title=''/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7078618345823874578</id><published>2007-05-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:03:01.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FECHA PATRIA</title><summary type='text'>que un dia como este alla servido como escusa para recordar a los que no dejamos ser, y a nuestro lugar en este mundo.RESPETO, IGUALDAD Y DIGNIDADviva!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7078618345823874578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7078618345823874578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/05/fecha-patria.html' title='FECHA PATRIA'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-7084539304653015780</id><published>2007-05-24T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:48:06.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordatorio</title><summary type='text'>el cielo sangra y las luces mueren, pero (por que) te persigue todo.No le des la espalda.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7084539304653015780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/7084539304653015780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/05/recordatorio.html' title='Recordatorio'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb2dzBXpRiE/RlZqURRNfnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/odunQRNqmPs/s72-c/aves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753756574736369399.post-6908951256042668587</id><published>2007-05-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:57:51.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introduccion</title><summary type='text'>podria quejarme, podria ser pesimista, podria gritar, podria despertarte... hoy, en cambio,    no:SI! (para siempre)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6908951256042668587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753756574736369399/posts/default/6908951256042668587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://encerradoenlavida.blogspot.com/2007/05/introduccion.html' title='introduccion'/><author><name>Juan Cabral</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14559379837720282037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEGfX996QE/TbukLsVXWDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QOeXH6OnhU0/s220/Old%252520Guitarist%252520Picasso.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
