<?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-30572334</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:56:17.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>martín loire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinloire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30572334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinloire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Énide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203221707115358867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/4176/640/origen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30572334.post-115188662833543816</id><published>2006-07-02T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:30:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;m&lt;/b&gt;ezcla el sedante&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;desde su himen gotea una sombra&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;saliva&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;bajo el cuello&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sobre la blusa&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;se parece al tacto&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;cartera, pendientes&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;el alcohol, su baba humeante&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hecha el aliento por la manos&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;excita a sus&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;larvas&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;cuero&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;estación desnuda&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;clama&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;quiebra el aire&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;fluye de regreso&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;expulsa, emana&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;¡padre nuestro!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;se abre paso y la besa&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;la tensa&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;declara, se marea&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;¿El amante?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vuelve a su sitio original&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;hace grumos, nudos&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;con el cuerpo&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;otra pastilla, no perdona&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;se abandona sobre sí&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;arde la silla, le ofrece agua&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;el agente&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;el oficio, el hocico&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;drena el sexo en plena fuga&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(comprime los muslos)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;en la estación&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;en la seccional&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;en la habitación&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ella yace boca abajo&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;por siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30572334-115188662833543816?l=martinloire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30572334/posts/default/115188662833543816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30572334/posts/default/115188662833543816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinloire.blogspot.com/2006/07/mezcla-el-sedante-desde-su-himen-gotea.html' title=''/><author><name>Énide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203221707115358867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/4176/640/origen.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30572334.post-115188661167710173</id><published>2006-07-02T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:30:11.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;h&lt;/b&gt;ierve la espuma&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;el caparazón de la noche &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sello la cúpula&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;la copula&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;parpadea el metal &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sobre el terciopelo&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;en un rito oscuro &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;y asfixiante&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;la sangre &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;como un fino velo&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;le nubla los ojos&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;el tacto&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;el aire&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no habrá acertijo posible&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;no existe profecías &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ni perdón &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;en el callejón &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;donde la noche &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;se afila los dientes&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30572334-115188661167710173?l=martinloire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30572334/posts/default/115188661167710173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30572334/posts/default/115188661167710173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinloire.blogspot.com/2006/07/hierve-la-espuma-el-caparazn-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Énide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203221707115358867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/4176/640/origen.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
