<?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-8895635258709897603</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:35:38.922-08:00</updated><category term='poesía'/><title type='text'>MEMORIAS DEL NIÑO CANGREJO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-2021956079642674458</id><published>2008-06-11T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T04:43:45.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ENCUENTRO</title><content type='html'>Recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;la primera vez&lt;br /&gt;que te ví&lt;br /&gt;Fue un ataque&lt;br /&gt;aereo&lt;br /&gt;con nervios&lt;br /&gt;No hubo víctimas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-2021956079642674458?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/2021956079642674458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=2021956079642674458' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/2021956079642674458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/2021956079642674458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2008/06/encuentro.html' title='ENCUENTRO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-934569149611927970</id><published>2008-06-02T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:21:57.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ESPERO</title><content type='html'>Espero versos&lt;br /&gt;que destilan nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Espero veros&lt;br /&gt;no importa la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Espero contento&lt;br /&gt;sin darle importancia&lt;br /&gt;Espero/desespero&lt;br /&gt;con horario de farmacia&lt;br /&gt;Espero de momento&lt;br /&gt;perder con elegancia&lt;br /&gt;Solo eso&lt;br /&gt;espero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-934569149611927970?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/934569149611927970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=934569149611927970' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/934569149611927970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/934569149611927970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2008/06/espero.html' title='ESPERO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-7360092130582074999</id><published>2008-06-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:36:05.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>VOLVER</title><content type='html'>Volver.....por que no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-7360092130582074999?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7360092130582074999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=7360092130582074999' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7360092130582074999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7360092130582074999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2008/06/volver.html' title='VOLVER'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-74184281974652166</id><published>2007-11-12T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:20:52.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HASTA SIEMPRE</title><content type='html'>No es fácil encontrar la palabra adecuada a cada momento.No es un adios es un HASTA SIEMPRE.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo mi travesia en WWW.lacoctelera.com/ninobunbury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-74184281974652166?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/74184281974652166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=74184281974652166' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/74184281974652166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/74184281974652166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/11/hasta-siempre.html' title='HASTA SIEMPRE'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-171221099430561663</id><published>2007-10-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:23:34.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ADIOS AGRIDULCE</title><content type='html'>Y dijiste:"Pasará el tiempo,y ya verás,nos reiremos pensando en este momento"&lt;br /&gt;Pasan los años,Querida,y aun no le encuentro la gracia,solo un sabor agridulce en la boca,justo,justo,donde antes dormían tus besos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-171221099430561663?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/171221099430561663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=171221099430561663' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/171221099430561663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/171221099430561663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/10/adios-agridulce.html' title='ADIOS AGRIDULCE'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-7832227208564394878</id><published>2007-10-18T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:24:36.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>FRAGMENTOS DE AMNESIA</title><content type='html'>Puedes&lt;br /&gt;hacerme la pregunta&lt;br /&gt;mil veces&lt;br /&gt;más&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;la respuesta&lt;br /&gt;como las otras&lt;br /&gt;novecientas noventa y nueve&lt;br /&gt;será la misma:&lt;br /&gt;"Dímelo tú"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-7832227208564394878?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7832227208564394878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=7832227208564394878' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7832227208564394878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7832227208564394878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/10/fragmentos-de-amnesia.html' title='FRAGMENTOS DE AMNESIA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5219046268436523169</id><published>2007-10-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:33:33.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>EN SEGUNDOS</title><content type='html'>En silencio&lt;br /&gt;espero&lt;br /&gt;sin mucha esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Aquí me tienes&lt;br /&gt;no me doy acostumbrado&lt;br /&gt;a hacer autostop&lt;br /&gt;en carreteras secundarias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5219046268436523169?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5219046268436523169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5219046268436523169' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5219046268436523169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5219046268436523169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/10/en-segundos.html' title='EN SEGUNDOS'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-4293373545689235023</id><published>2007-10-04T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:41:11.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POCO MÁS</title><content type='html'>Mi ausencia&lt;br /&gt;suena en tu casa&lt;br /&gt;mi sombra&lt;br /&gt;debe andar por alguna pared&lt;br /&gt;mi desodorante&lt;br /&gt;en tu botiquín de primeros auxilios&lt;br /&gt;Poco más&lt;br /&gt;dime que no me quieres&lt;br /&gt;con la boca llena de membrillo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-4293373545689235023?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4293373545689235023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=4293373545689235023' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4293373545689235023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4293373545689235023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/10/poco-ms.html' title='POCO MÁS'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-3293159178018734971</id><published>2007-09-29T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:41:37.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>PASADO MAÑANA</title><content type='html'>Sintiendo en el interior el levantamiento&lt;br /&gt;contra el dolor más grande&lt;br /&gt;perdí y me convertí en viento&lt;br /&gt;con el único propósito de alejarme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-3293159178018734971?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3293159178018734971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=3293159178018734971' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3293159178018734971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3293159178018734971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/pasado-maana.html' title='PASADO MAÑANA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-4773971673395290829</id><published>2007-09-24T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:54:27.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>DUDA</title><content type='html'>A veces&lt;br /&gt;me pregunto&lt;br /&gt;si cuando llegue&lt;br /&gt;a mi límite&lt;br /&gt;¿qué será?&lt;br /&gt;una frontera&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;una puerta&lt;br /&gt;trasera&lt;br /&gt;"La gente dice que caminar de tristeza no es malo"&lt;br /&gt;   Eric Clapton(Walkin´Blues )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-4773971673395290829?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4773971673395290829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=4773971673395290829' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4773971673395290829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4773971673395290829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/duda.html' title='DUDA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-8680717922010488655</id><published>2007-09-20T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:51:18.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>FILOSOFÍA BARATA</title><content type='html'>Si tú eres el principio y yo el final de todo&lt;br /&gt;si tú flotas y yo voy al fondo&lt;br /&gt;si tú vuelas y yo me escondo&lt;br /&gt;si tú no haces prisioneros y yo perdono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú llegas a la meta y yo abandono&lt;br /&gt;si tú estás en la cima y yo no lo logro&lt;br /&gt;si tú eres plata de ley y yo chapado en oro&lt;br /&gt;si tú gritas y yo estoy sordo&lt;br /&gt;dime&lt;br /&gt;¿a qué jugamos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-8680717922010488655?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/8680717922010488655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=8680717922010488655' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/8680717922010488655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/8680717922010488655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/filosofa-barata.html' title='FILOSOFÍA BARATA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-7063170064489952459</id><published>2007-09-18T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:13:04.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>TREN DE VIDA</title><content type='html'>Aquí estoy&lt;br /&gt;aquí me tienes&lt;br /&gt;viendo los trenes&lt;br /&gt;que solo pasan&lt;br /&gt;una vez en la vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-7063170064489952459?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7063170064489952459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=7063170064489952459' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7063170064489952459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7063170064489952459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/tren-de-vida.html' title='TREN DE VIDA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-8457398027649537312</id><published>2007-09-15T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:21:26.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>SABRÁS PERDONARME</title><content type='html'>Sabrás perdonarme&lt;br /&gt;si no estuve a la altura&lt;br /&gt;mientras me caía&lt;br /&gt;Sabrás perdonarme&lt;br /&gt;si no te olvido&lt;br /&gt;tan facilmente&lt;br /&gt;Sabrás perdonarme&lt;br /&gt;aunque no me importa&lt;br /&gt;que no me perdones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-8457398027649537312?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/8457398027649537312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=8457398027649537312' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/8457398027649537312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/8457398027649537312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/sabrs-perdonarme.html' title='SABRÁS PERDONARME'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5268848425553979197</id><published>2007-09-07T10:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:07:20.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>A TI</title><content type='html'>Gracias a tí&lt;br /&gt;jamás diré siempre&lt;br /&gt;no hipotecaré&lt;br /&gt;las siete vidas del gato&lt;br /&gt;no subiré más a la cuerda floja&lt;br /&gt;si no veo red abajo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5268848425553979197?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5268848425553979197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5268848425553979197' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5268848425553979197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5268848425553979197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ti_07.html' title='A TI'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5925933218354889737</id><published>2007-09-07T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:05:23.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5925933218354889737?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5925933218354889737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5925933218354889737' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5925933218354889737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5925933218354889737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ti.html' title='A TI'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-3803325757185048357</id><published>2007-09-05T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:12:28.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>YO - OY</title><content type='html'>Sonrrio&lt;br /&gt;al extraño&lt;br /&gt;que me sonrrie&lt;br /&gt;al otro lado del espejo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-3803325757185048357?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3803325757185048357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=3803325757185048357' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3803325757185048357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3803325757185048357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/yo-oy.html' title='YO - OY'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-4194891479760331599</id><published>2007-09-03T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:05:21.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>GRACIAS</title><content type='html'>Recibí con ilusión,que varios amigos me nombraran entre sus blogs favoritos,la verdad es un orgullo,saber que vamos estrechando lazos de amistad.&lt;br /&gt;Yo tambien tengo mis favoritos,o a los que le tengo un cariño especial:&lt;br /&gt;1.CORAZÓN CORAZA (En noches de Luna),ella,es la razón por la cual empecé a escribir aquí.Me enamoré de su talento y decidí seguirla hasta el fin del mundo si hace falta.&lt;br /&gt;2.ANDREA(The new kid on the blog),me encanta cuando abre una ventana de su mundo,y allí está ella,con su pelo marrón,envuelta de tanta fantasía y tanta realidad.&lt;br /&gt;3.MU(Just mu it),simplemente genial,es una montaña rusa,leerla es un placer para todos mis sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;4.EL DUEÑO DE LOS CAJONES(Mis cajones de adentro),la verdad nunca vi que tanto talento cupiera en unos cajones.Me convertí en un adepto de la poetica de su vida&lt;br /&gt;5.FRAN(El cajón de arriba)Tengo que admitirlo,hace mucho que no dejo señales de vida en su blog,pero sigo siendo (desde el silencio)un gran admirador,de la gran burbuja que ha creado a su alrrededor.&lt;br /&gt;  Tambien agradecer ,a todas las personas que gastaron su tiempo,en leerme alguna vez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-4194891479760331599?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4194891479760331599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=4194891479760331599' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4194891479760331599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4194891479760331599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/gracias.html' title='GRACIAS'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-9197685371102516864</id><published>2007-09-02T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:23:16.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>PARAGUAS METÁLICO</title><content type='html'>El día que me dejaste&lt;br /&gt;llovían tijeras&lt;br /&gt;y tú&lt;br /&gt;vestías esa blusa de indiferencia&lt;br /&gt;que tan bien te sienta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-9197685371102516864?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/9197685371102516864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=9197685371102516864' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/9197685371102516864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/9197685371102516864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/09/paraguas-metlico.html' title='PARAGUAS METÁLICO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-6018178759674345789</id><published>2007-08-28T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:47:09.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>HEY , HEY</title><content type='html'>LLenamos el camino&lt;br /&gt;         de caidas in/necesarias&lt;br /&gt;          escribimos nuestro destino&lt;br /&gt;          con demasiadas faltas de ortografía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Creemos que la rutina es moda&lt;br /&gt;             que los años caen sin hacer ruido&lt;br /&gt;             que nos pesan las antípodas&lt;br /&gt;              en este afán de hilar fino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Que el recuerdo es una  pecera&lt;br /&gt;               que el adios es una puerta&lt;br /&gt;               que suele ser de emergencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Que encontrarnos sea un accidente&lt;br /&gt;                 que nuestro pasado pase por la cisterna&lt;br /&gt;                  de mi jodida mente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-6018178759674345789?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6018178759674345789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=6018178759674345789' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6018178759674345789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6018178759674345789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-hey.html' title='HEY , HEY'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-966154916166453505</id><published>2007-08-19T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:36:46.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>NO ES ORO</title><content type='html'>Tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;                              es luz en esta selva&lt;br /&gt;                              tus besos&lt;br /&gt;                              me expulsaban del Planeta tierra&lt;br /&gt;                              tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;                              me daba paz y guerra&lt;br /&gt;                              No es oro&lt;br /&gt;                              todo lo que toco&lt;br /&gt;                              y no me equivoco&lt;br /&gt;                              y me vuelve loco&lt;br /&gt;                              saber que estás lejos&lt;br /&gt;                              tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;                              que no sé donde estás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-966154916166453505?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/966154916166453505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=966154916166453505' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/966154916166453505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/966154916166453505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-es-oro.html' title='NO ES ORO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5648051212419977603</id><published>2007-08-08T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T09:30:22.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>PASO A PASO</title><content type='html'>No por sabido&lt;br /&gt;                        es menos doloroso&lt;br /&gt;                        saber que hay fin en el camino&lt;br /&gt;                        que tenemos destino de pozo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Que la vida&lt;br /&gt;                         es una sala de espera&lt;br /&gt;                         una monotonía de huida&lt;br /&gt;                         un misterio que desespera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5648051212419977603?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5648051212419977603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5648051212419977603' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5648051212419977603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5648051212419977603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/08/paso-paso.html' title='PASO A PASO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-6180705154746891260</id><published>2007-08-04T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:32:35.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>NUNCA ES TARDE</title><content type='html'>Dime si hay algo nuevo&lt;br /&gt;                       bajo el sol&lt;br /&gt;                       Dame una respuesta&lt;br /&gt;                       un camino alternativo&lt;br /&gt;                       Tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;                       marca una nueva frontera&lt;br /&gt;                       me jura&lt;br /&gt;                      que nunca llegaré tarde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-6180705154746891260?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6180705154746891260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=6180705154746891260' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6180705154746891260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6180705154746891260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/08/nunca-es-tarde.html' title='NUNCA ES TARDE'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-8492092954186375636</id><published>2007-08-03T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:10:10.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>SONETO SONADO</title><content type='html'>Dime que no tengo madera&lt;br /&gt;                            que ardo por estar verde&lt;br /&gt;                            que no solo franky vive a su manera&lt;br /&gt;                             que te queda tiempo para convencerme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Que me quieres,más o menos&lt;br /&gt;                              que aún ocupo parte de tu paciencia&lt;br /&gt;                              que todo sería más fácil con frenos&lt;br /&gt;                               o con un buen servicio de urguencias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Yo terco cansado y solo&lt;br /&gt;                              tú agarrada a los cuernos del toro&lt;br /&gt;                              o al trampolín de mi desgana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Ten cuidado que te toco&lt;br /&gt;                            a ver que parte se  vuelve oro&lt;br /&gt;                            a ver si hay as en la manga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-8492092954186375636?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/8492092954186375636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=8492092954186375636' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/8492092954186375636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/8492092954186375636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/08/soneto-sonado.html' title='SONETO SONADO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-2029048165565422310</id><published>2007-08-01T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:15:08.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>UN MAL DÍA</title><content type='html'>Día resacoso&lt;br /&gt;                                        como de tormenta&lt;br /&gt;                                        Miro por la ventana&lt;br /&gt;                                        y ya estoy enfermo&lt;br /&gt;                                        de contar cuervos negros&lt;br /&gt;                                        y de echarte de menos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-2029048165565422310?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/2029048165565422310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=2029048165565422310' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/2029048165565422310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/2029048165565422310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/08/un-mal-da.html' title='UN MAL DÍA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-1200561292767691238</id><published>2007-07-30T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:55:38.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>VENCIDO</title><content type='html'>Desperté vencido&lt;br /&gt;                                         de una batalla anterior&lt;br /&gt;                                         que siempre acabo perdiendo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-1200561292767691238?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/1200561292767691238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=1200561292767691238' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1200561292767691238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1200561292767691238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/vencido.html' title='VENCIDO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-6193812708793363492</id><published>2007-07-29T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:52:20.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>TE VERÉ</title><content type='html'>Te veré más tarde, luego&lt;br /&gt;             si puedo&lt;br /&gt;             Te veré hoy, mañana&lt;br /&gt;              o ya&lt;br /&gt;              Te veré en un minuto,en una hora&lt;br /&gt;               por mí ahora&lt;br /&gt;              Te veré dentro de un año,un mes&lt;br /&gt;               si es cierto que vas a volver&lt;br /&gt;               Te veré de noche,de día&lt;br /&gt;               cuando otra vez existas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-6193812708793363492?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6193812708793363492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=6193812708793363492' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6193812708793363492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6193812708793363492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/te-ver.html' title='TE VERÉ'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-6976809227352715734</id><published>2007-07-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:29:32.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>CARNE DE CUNETA</title><content type='html'>No es eso&lt;br /&gt;                             es algo más simple&lt;br /&gt;                             casi ingenuo&lt;br /&gt;                             infantil si prefieres&lt;br /&gt;                             pero&lt;br /&gt;                             no pienso desandar&lt;br /&gt;                             lo andado&lt;br /&gt;                             ya sabes&lt;br /&gt;                             mi miedo a acabar&lt;br /&gt;                             siendo carne de cuneta&lt;br /&gt;                             prometo mirar&lt;br /&gt;                             si vuelvo a cruzar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-6976809227352715734?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6976809227352715734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=6976809227352715734' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6976809227352715734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6976809227352715734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/carne-de-cuneta.html' title='CARNE DE CUNETA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-6710632734307512766</id><published>2007-07-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:35:06.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>TORMENTAS Y VALS</title><content type='html'>LLegaré a esa edad&lt;br /&gt;                               en la que correr&lt;br /&gt;                               no signifique el comienzo&lt;br /&gt;                               de una revolución&lt;br /&gt;                               y tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;                               solo me duela en ayunas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-6710632734307512766?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6710632734307512766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=6710632734307512766' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6710632734307512766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6710632734307512766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/tormentas-y-vals.html' title='TORMENTAS Y VALS'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-7683792178473267316</id><published>2007-07-19T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T17:03:33.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>DESAYUNO CON DIAMANTES</title><content type='html'>Me saben tus besos&lt;br /&gt;              a café recien hecho&lt;br /&gt;              En tu ombligo mermelada&lt;br /&gt;              y  mil diabluras  bajo las sábanas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-7683792178473267316?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7683792178473267316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=7683792178473267316' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7683792178473267316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7683792178473267316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/desayuno-con-diamantes.html' title='DESAYUNO CON DIAMANTES'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-3542227980991630084</id><published>2007-07-18T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:57:59.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ÚLTIMA ESCENA</title><content type='html'>Perdonad si me dejo algo en el tintero&lt;br /&gt;            si no me doy prisa en rendirme&lt;br /&gt;            si me resigno en lo que quiero&lt;br /&gt;            si sigo cansado pero firme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Perdonad si me hundo con elegancia&lt;br /&gt;            si prefiero callar a equivocarme&lt;br /&gt;            si me atraganto con la infamia&lt;br /&gt;            si dudo en el pecado de tocarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Más horas invertidas en la vida&lt;br /&gt;            y parece que llego tarde&lt;br /&gt;            como siempre a mi manera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            No se que decir,parece una despedida&lt;br /&gt;            déjalo así mejor no hables&lt;br /&gt;            mi último acto tu última escena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-3542227980991630084?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3542227980991630084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=3542227980991630084' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3542227980991630084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3542227980991630084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/ltima-escena.html' title='ÚLTIMA ESCENA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-3950459591240556976</id><published>2007-07-14T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T11:20:00.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>QUIEN SABE.....</title><content type='html'>Quien sabe de dolor,todo lo sabe&lt;br /&gt;                          quien sabe de amor,miente&lt;br /&gt;                          Quizás esto se cure con la edad&lt;br /&gt;                          quizás la herida sea muy reciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          A vueltas con la misma historia&lt;br /&gt;                          repitiendose una y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;                          a veces derrota, a veces victoria&lt;br /&gt;                          en la batalla contra mi ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Ahora me refugio en mi tiempo&lt;br /&gt;                          más olvidado que enfermo&lt;br /&gt;                          ahora puedo decir lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;                          vuelvo a ser el que fuí siempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-3950459591240556976?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3950459591240556976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=3950459591240556976' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3950459591240556976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3950459591240556976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/quien-sabe.html' title='QUIEN SABE.....'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-4850793547999374198</id><published>2007-07-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:56:29.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>A ESTAS ALTURAS</title><content type='html'>A estas alturas&lt;br /&gt;                                  ya no sé lo que esta bien&lt;br /&gt;                                  ni lo que está mal&lt;br /&gt;                                  A estas alturas&lt;br /&gt;                                  no sé si es peor lo que dices&lt;br /&gt;                                  o lo que me cayo&lt;br /&gt;                                  por que&lt;br /&gt;                                  a estas alturas&lt;br /&gt;                                  no nos queda ni el vértigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-4850793547999374198?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4850793547999374198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=4850793547999374198' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4850793547999374198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4850793547999374198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/estas-alturas.html' title='A ESTAS ALTURAS'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-1842703767461991165</id><published>2007-07-04T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:19:15.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ALEJARSE TAN CERCA</title><content type='html'>Mala hora para las despedidas&lt;br /&gt;           cae la noche por las avenidas&lt;br /&gt;           ahogando nuestros deseos&lt;br /&gt;           como un pozo con peros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Tardes de cervezas y risas&lt;br /&gt;            con historias compartidas&lt;br /&gt;           de gente que echamos de menos&lt;br /&gt;           de las mujeres que aún queremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           haciendo nuestras algunas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;           de otra generación que era maldita&lt;br /&gt;           Nos censuraron a fuego e hierro&lt;br /&gt;           y no soltamos ni un grito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-1842703767461991165?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/1842703767461991165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=1842703767461991165' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1842703767461991165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1842703767461991165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/alejarse-tan-cerca.html' title='ALEJARSE TAN CERCA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5570903755560987680</id><published>2007-07-02T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:59:37.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ASÍ SEA  ( AMÉN )</title><content type='html'>Háblame&lt;br /&gt;                    sálvame de esta soledad&lt;br /&gt;                    que por mucho que lo intento&lt;br /&gt;                    no encuentro la realidad&lt;br /&gt;                    Mírame&lt;br /&gt;                    lo sé,me encontrarás&lt;br /&gt;                    estaré cerca&lt;br /&gt;                    como estaba antes&lt;br /&gt;                    Escúchame&lt;br /&gt;                    que es cierto&lt;br /&gt;                    que sufro tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;                    A pesar del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;                    sin importarme el resto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5570903755560987680?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5570903755560987680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5570903755560987680' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5570903755560987680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5570903755560987680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-sea-amn.html' title='ASÍ SEA  ( AMÉN )'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-573596245189169364</id><published>2007-06-29T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:28:26.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>MIS RECURSOS</title><content type='html'>Así voy&lt;br /&gt;                     rastreando versos&lt;br /&gt;                     de viejos cuadernos&lt;br /&gt;                     de servilletas de bares&lt;br /&gt;                     donde antes me emborrachaba&lt;br /&gt;                     de paredes de urinarios públicos&lt;br /&gt;                     donde reclamaba tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;                     del recuerdo de los amigos desaparecidos&lt;br /&gt;                     del parque donde me escupiste&lt;br /&gt;                     el último beso&lt;br /&gt;                     de las calles que me recordaban&lt;br /&gt;                     que estaba un poco más lejos&lt;br /&gt;                     Así voy&lt;br /&gt;                     como un alquimista&lt;br /&gt;                     haciendo poesía&lt;br /&gt;                     del día a día&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-573596245189169364?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/573596245189169364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=573596245189169364' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/573596245189169364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/573596245189169364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/mis-recursos.html' title='MIS RECURSOS'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-1335438872043126417</id><published>2007-06-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:45:33.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ELLA</title><content type='html'>Sublime comienzo de la locura&lt;br /&gt;                               que me come por los pies&lt;br /&gt;                               Descifrando la pornografía de los  ángeles&lt;br /&gt;                               en viejas fotografías de 10 x 20&lt;br /&gt;                               Postales de una ciudad cerca del mar&lt;br /&gt;                               donde siempre llueve el lunes&lt;br /&gt;                               Crucigramas de sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;                                sin respuesta para el 6 vertical&lt;br /&gt;                               Para mí&lt;br /&gt;                               eres todo esto&lt;br /&gt;                               y un tanto por cien de tus besos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-1335438872043126417?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/1335438872043126417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=1335438872043126417' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1335438872043126417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1335438872043126417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella.html' title='ELLA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-4969322915184495584</id><published>2007-06-27T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:52:38.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>QUIZÁS ASÍ SEAS FELIZ</title><content type='html'>Puedo tragar los celos&lt;br /&gt;              puedo decir que no te vi&lt;br /&gt;              puedo mentirme a mí mismo&lt;br /&gt;              quizás así seas feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Puedo echarte de menos&lt;br /&gt;             puedo asumir que es el fin&lt;br /&gt;             puedo mudar el gesto&lt;br /&gt;             quizás así seas feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Puedo seguir con las manos en los bolsillos&lt;br /&gt;             puedo darme cuenta que te perdí&lt;br /&gt;             puedo intentarlo de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;             quizás así seas feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Puedo pedir explicaciones al cielo&lt;br /&gt;             puedo olvidar todo lo que sufrí&lt;br /&gt;             puedo dejar todo por ti&lt;br /&gt;             quizás así seas feliz&lt;br /&gt;             pero yo no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-4969322915184495584?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4969322915184495584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=4969322915184495584' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4969322915184495584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4969322915184495584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/quizs-as-seas-feliz.html' title='QUIZÁS ASÍ SEAS FELIZ'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5938489630559053983</id><published>2007-06-25T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:17:44.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>CUENTA CONMIGO</title><content type='html'>Cuenta conmigo&lt;br /&gt;                                     aunque sea una cuenta atrás&lt;br /&gt;                                     un expediente en un cajón cerrado&lt;br /&gt;                                     un teléfono que nada comunica&lt;br /&gt;                                     una referencia al margen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Cuenta conmigo&lt;br /&gt;                                     aunque sea una excusa con retraso&lt;br /&gt;                                     un gloria,gloria,aleluya desafinado&lt;br /&gt;                                      una parada de bus en la nada&lt;br /&gt;                                     un verso triturado por el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                                      Cuenta conmigo&lt;br /&gt;                                      por que si cuentas conmigo&lt;br /&gt;                                      tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;                                      somos nosotros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5938489630559053983?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5938489630559053983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5938489630559053983' title='3 comentarios'/><link 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type='text'>MIS PRIMEROS PRIMEROS ( RÉPLICA A SABINA Y ÓSCAR )</title><content type='html'>Mi primer juguete   mi cordón umbilical&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primer cubata    un colacao&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primer beso      fue mental&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primera excitación     cacao maravillao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Mi primer accidente     fue geográfico&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primer susto      casi acaba en guerra&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primer concurso    un examen de tráfico&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primera obsesión   tenía que ver con tus medias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Mis primeras lágrimas    "Chanquete ha muerto"&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primera final     golazo de Pedja&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primer sobresaliente   fue un cero&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primera decisión    fue una siesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Mi primera militancia    EXTREMODURO&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primera patria     un bar&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primera mentira     un te lo juro&lt;br /&gt;                                  mi primer prozac      el mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Mi primer seguro       mi madre&lt;br /&gt;                                 mi primera ventana       un televisor&lt;br /&gt;                                 mi primer mandamiento     equivocarme&lt;br /&gt;                                 mi primer duelo    fue con un tenedor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Mi primer paraiso     EVA&lt;br /&gt;                                 mi primer plagio      creo que esto&lt;br /&gt;                                 mi primer sueño     siempre primavera&lt;br /&gt;                                 mi primer resultado    a lo hecho,pecho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-975977796479147111?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/975977796479147111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=975977796479147111' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/975977796479147111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/975977796479147111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/mis-primeros-primeros-rplica-sabina-y.html' title='MIS PRIMEROS PRIMEROS ( RÉPLICA A SABINA Y ÓSCAR )'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-7697234795760319349</id><published>2007-06-21T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:10:16.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>FRIO CAFÉ CON LECHE</title><content type='html'>A veces&lt;br /&gt;                                        me dices&lt;br /&gt;                                       que me quieres&lt;br /&gt;                                       como quien pide&lt;br /&gt;                                       un café con leche&lt;br /&gt;                                       en un bar&lt;br /&gt;                                       de mala muerte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-7697234795760319349?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7697234795760319349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=7697234795760319349' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7697234795760319349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7697234795760319349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/frio-caf-con-leche.html' title='FRIO CAFÉ CON LECHE'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5364544445657290192</id><published>2007-06-20T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:24:00.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>EL HUESO DE LA CEREZA Y LA GARGANTA</title><content type='html'>Dime hasta cuando&lt;br /&gt;                           puedo andar sin huellas&lt;br /&gt;                           sin gestos&lt;br /&gt;                           en la cara&lt;br /&gt;                           sin colgar la sonrrisa&lt;br /&gt;                           sin caerme de la mirada&lt;br /&gt;                           a golpes de corazón&lt;br /&gt;                           y de corn flakes&lt;br /&gt;                           tambaleando mi suerte&lt;br /&gt;                           perdiendo dividendos&lt;br /&gt;                           en una apuesta moral&lt;br /&gt;                           Disimula&lt;br /&gt;                           ahorra veinte horas&lt;br /&gt;                           a un mal día&lt;br /&gt;                           no busques ofertas&lt;br /&gt;                           cuando se trate&lt;br /&gt;                           de platos rotos&lt;br /&gt;                           Déjame&lt;br /&gt;                           hincar las rodillas&lt;br /&gt;                           a conciencia&lt;br /&gt;                           hacer aguas&lt;br /&gt;                           morir con boca de pez&lt;br /&gt;                          No pido mucho&lt;br /&gt;                          dejar de ser un complemento&lt;br /&gt;                           circunstancial&lt;br /&gt;                          ser objecto directo&lt;br /&gt;                          estar sujeto&lt;br /&gt;                                   y&lt;br /&gt;                          predicado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5364544445657290192?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5364544445657290192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5364544445657290192' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5364544445657290192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5364544445657290192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-hueso-de-la-cereza-y-la-garganta.html' title='EL HUESO DE LA CEREZA Y LA GARGANTA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-2573524929877310844</id><published>2007-06-19T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:15:03.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>MENOS A TÍ</title><content type='html'>No&lt;br /&gt;                           si al final&lt;br /&gt;                           te tengo que dar las gracias&lt;br /&gt;                           y&lt;br /&gt;                           no se por donde empezar&lt;br /&gt;                           si&lt;br /&gt;                           todo se acabó&lt;br /&gt;                           Todo&lt;br /&gt;                           parece más fácil&lt;br /&gt;                           desde tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;                           difícil&lt;br /&gt;                           a un palmo de tu cara&lt;br /&gt;                           más injusto&lt;br /&gt;                           en la versión Disney&lt;br /&gt;                           justo&lt;br /&gt;                           a tiempo&lt;br /&gt;                           maduro&lt;br /&gt;                           con barba de tres mil días&lt;br /&gt;                           inmaduro&lt;br /&gt;                           como el chiste de las manzanas&lt;br /&gt;                           mortal&lt;br /&gt;                           si no hay chaleco antibalas&lt;br /&gt;                           inmortal&lt;br /&gt;                           como algún tema de Machín&lt;br /&gt;                           lento&lt;br /&gt;                           pero seguro&lt;br /&gt;                           rápido asimilando el fin&lt;br /&gt;                           Así&lt;br /&gt;                           quería darte las gracias&lt;br /&gt;                           y&lt;br /&gt;                           ahorrarme la compra&lt;br /&gt;                           del disco de Bustamante&lt;br /&gt;                          (no se lo deseo&lt;br /&gt;                            ni a mi peor enemigo)&lt;br /&gt;                           menos a tí&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-2573524929877310844?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/2573524929877310844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=2573524929877310844' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/2573524929877310844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/2573524929877310844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/menos-t.html' title='MENOS A TÍ'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5119453510481208016</id><published>2007-06-18T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T18:31:28.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>MAÑANA SERÁ OTRA VEZ MAÑANA</title><content type='html'>Y ya no suena "love in vain"&lt;br /&gt;                         ni nada parecido&lt;br /&gt;                         estoy sentado en el último banco&lt;br /&gt;                         de la última estación&lt;br /&gt;                         esperando un tren más&lt;br /&gt;                         Ya no veo el reloj en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;                          aún hay tiempo&lt;br /&gt;                          digo para mí,como una oración&lt;br /&gt;                          En la maleta&lt;br /&gt;                          duerme la bestia&lt;br /&gt;                          de nuestra juventud&lt;br /&gt;                          quizás ya domesticada&lt;br /&gt;                          La voz interior me dice&lt;br /&gt;                          siento que deberíamos abandonar&lt;br /&gt;                          Es la última llamada&lt;br /&gt;                          para el tren sin destino&lt;br /&gt;                          Te veo llegar sofocada&lt;br /&gt;                          como cuando nos pisaban los talones&lt;br /&gt;                          Te sientas a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;                           y ni me miras&lt;br /&gt;                          ¿por qué vienes conmigo?&lt;br /&gt;                           no dices nada&lt;br /&gt;                           solo sonrries&lt;br /&gt;                          y ya no pregunto más&lt;br /&gt;                        (sigo sin precisar cambios para escribir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Inspirado en el inrrepetible poema "Mañana" de Óscar L.Tomé,poeta,amigo y socio.&lt;br /&gt;  Estés donde estés,espero que  estés bien.Te  hecho de menos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5119453510481208016?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5119453510481208016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5119453510481208016' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5119453510481208016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5119453510481208016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/maana-ser-otra-vez-maana.html' title='MAÑANA SERÁ OTRA VEZ MAÑANA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-6174784960010639122</id><published>2007-06-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:11:31.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>LA ÚLTIMA VEZ QUE ME ENAMORÉ DE TI</title><content type='html'>La última vez que me enamoré de ti&lt;br /&gt;                         fué en un momento&lt;br /&gt;                         fué por un gesto&lt;br /&gt;                         te vi llegar&lt;br /&gt;                         miraste alrrededor sin encontrarme&lt;br /&gt;                         tenías el pelo mojado y revuelto&lt;br /&gt;                         por fin me viste&lt;br /&gt;                         pasaste tu mano por mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;                         ¿llego tarde?&lt;br /&gt;                         no,ni me di cuenta que te fueras&lt;br /&gt;                         la primera vez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-6174784960010639122?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6174784960010639122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=6174784960010639122' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6174784960010639122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6174784960010639122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-ltima-vez-que-me-enamor-de-ti.html' title='LA ÚLTIMA VEZ QUE ME ENAMORÉ DE TI'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-1434737643346960557</id><published>2007-06-16T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:49:02.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>NI CON (COCA) COLA</title><content type='html'>Anochece,deliro,me arrepiento &lt;br /&gt;                         pierdo el norte y voy apañado&lt;br /&gt;                         compro tabaco,afirmo,dudo,miento&lt;br /&gt;                         y aún así no estoy cansado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Acelero,derrapo,me equivoco&lt;br /&gt;                         suspiro,me soy infiel a mi mismo&lt;br /&gt;                         me canso de crecer,me como el coco&lt;br /&gt;                         si te vas me dejas  hecho  un Cristo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Juego huija,me aprieto las clavijas&lt;br /&gt;                        te abrazo como sabandija&lt;br /&gt;                        abuso del derecho de pataleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Giro,te veo,mejor que sola&lt;br /&gt;                      este verso no pega ni con cola&lt;br /&gt;                      si dices que soy simpático soy feo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Este "soneto",es una mezcla de versos de Joaquín Sabina y mios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-1434737643346960557?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/1434737643346960557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=1434737643346960557' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1434737643346960557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1434737643346960557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ni-con-coca-cola.html' title='NI CON (COCA) COLA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5034992618298108003</id><published>2007-06-15T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:38:08.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>RELOAD</title><content type='html'>Tu recuerdo        &lt;br /&gt;                 es una mala tormenta&lt;br /&gt;                 una avería&lt;br /&gt;                 en la sala de máquinas&lt;br /&gt;                 de mis bajas pasiones&lt;br /&gt;                 una mota de polvo&lt;br /&gt;                 en un diploma de onanista&lt;br /&gt;                 una señal de tráfico&lt;br /&gt;                 que prohibe mirar atrás&lt;br /&gt;                 la desgracia&lt;br /&gt;                 de una jirafa con vértigo&lt;br /&gt;                 la misión imposible&lt;br /&gt;                 del catastro de los acantilados&lt;br /&gt;                 la cara&lt;br /&gt;                 sin lavar de la Luna&lt;br /&gt;                 Todo&lt;br /&gt;                  el aire que abrocho con mis manos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5034992618298108003?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5034992618298108003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5034992618298108003' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5034992618298108003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5034992618298108003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/reload.html' title='RELOAD'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-8285518106187218941</id><published>2007-06-14T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:42:23.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>VERSOS  VOLANDO</title><content type='html'>Mis mejores versos siempre&lt;br /&gt;                     fueron intentando no imitarte&lt;br /&gt;                     ir siempre unos pasos por delante&lt;br /&gt;                     sin arrastrar los pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Mis mejores versos los olvido&lt;br /&gt;                     me traicionan se vuelven perecederos&lt;br /&gt;                     no me parecen míos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Mis mejores versos  entran y salen&lt;br /&gt;                     no buscan buenos ni culpables&lt;br /&gt;                     me acercan a ninguna parte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-8285518106187218941?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/8285518106187218941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=8285518106187218941' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/8285518106187218941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/8285518106187218941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/versos-volando.html' title='VERSOS  VOLANDO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-1306408877601437856</id><published>2007-06-13T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:50:35.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>MEDIO B</title><content type='html'>Amparado&lt;br /&gt;                            por San Judas Tadeo&lt;br /&gt;                            y  Jim Morrison&lt;br /&gt;                            por fin&lt;br /&gt;                            se hizo cierto&lt;br /&gt;                            que los últimos&lt;br /&gt;                            eran los primeros&lt;br /&gt;                            Jugando al bingo&lt;br /&gt;                            en el matadero&lt;br /&gt;                            de la D.G.T&lt;br /&gt;                            una tanda de penalty&lt;br /&gt;                            le gané a la R.A.C.E&lt;br /&gt;                            y me fuí tan contento&lt;br /&gt;                            debajo de mi brazo&lt;br /&gt;                            mi medio B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Así es como recuerdo,la tortura de sacar el carnet de conducir,y la alegría que me supuso sacar la parte teórica.......dos meses despues saqué la parte práctica,pero esa es otra historia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-1306408877601437856?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/1306408877601437856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=1306408877601437856' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1306408877601437856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/1306408877601437856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/medio-b.html' title='MEDIO B'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-4882578797544661209</id><published>2007-06-12T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:27:19.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>PESO NETO</title><content type='html'>Si empezamos a mezclar cosas&lt;br /&gt;                                  si me paso un Everest y medio&lt;br /&gt;                                  si me mantengo en el living la vida loca&lt;br /&gt;                                  si fuerzo un tie-break en este asedio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Si me cantas las cuarenta&lt;br /&gt;                                  si nos rozamos en fuera de juego&lt;br /&gt;                                  si se me sube el poleo-menta&lt;br /&gt;                                  si me hago el sueco o el noruego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Por todo esto fue un placer&lt;br /&gt;                                  abróchense los cinturones&lt;br /&gt;                                  que perdemos hasta el cachet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Viviendo en un tener o no tener&lt;br /&gt;                                  se me hinchan los melocotones&lt;br /&gt;                                  cuando me despides con un ciao che&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-4882578797544661209?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4882578797544661209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=4882578797544661209' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4882578797544661209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/4882578797544661209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/peso-neto.html' title='PESO NETO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-5911476258112354138</id><published>2007-06-11T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:59:13.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>TENGO</title><content type='html'>Tengo tango&lt;br /&gt;                               tengo ganas de dormir&lt;br /&gt;                                       Tengo prisa&lt;br /&gt;                               tengo que sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;                                        Tengo tiempo&lt;br /&gt;                               tengo que dejarte hervir&lt;br /&gt;                                        Tengo tongo&lt;br /&gt;                               tengo principio y fin&lt;br /&gt;                                        Tengo tengo&lt;br /&gt;                               tú no tienes nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-5911476258112354138?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5911476258112354138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=5911476258112354138' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5911476258112354138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/5911476258112354138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/tengo.html' title='TENGO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-2660430286734877269</id><published>2007-06-10T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:11:26.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mis cajones de adentro: Confesión invernal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://miscajonesdeadentro.blogspot.com/2007/06/confesin-invernal.html#links"&gt;mis cajones de adentro: Confesión invernal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Duro, conciso,mascando cada palabra con cierta amargura...estoy seguro,que a pesar de tus frías palabras....Lima no te negará que por lo menos eres sincero y no se lo dices a sus espaldas.UN SALUDO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-2660430286734877269?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://miscajonesdeadentro.blogspot.com/2007/06/confesin-invernal.html#links' title='mis cajones de adentro: Confesión invernal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/2660430286734877269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=2660430286734877269' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/2660430286734877269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/2660430286734877269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/mis-cajones-de-adentro-confesin.html' title='mis cajones de adentro: Confesión invernal'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-7270324848999592317</id><published>2007-06-10T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:49:44.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>DULCE Y TOTAL RENUNCIA</title><content type='html'>Sin que sirva de precedente&lt;br /&gt;                         creo que esto tiene cura&lt;br /&gt;                         que te borro de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;                         que no te quiero ver ni en pintura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Que te soplen al oído&lt;br /&gt;                         que no me mires como antes&lt;br /&gt;                         que te madure el ombligo&lt;br /&gt;                         que te atraviese el Trópico de Cáncer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Que ardan las fotos que habitamos&lt;br /&gt;                          que las fechas ya no me digan nada&lt;br /&gt;                          que verte sea un accidente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Que  donde íbamos ya no vamos&lt;br /&gt;                          que la broma salió cara&lt;br /&gt;                          que te pierdas entre la gente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-7270324848999592317?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7270324848999592317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=7270324848999592317' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7270324848999592317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7270324848999592317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/dulce-y-total-renuncia.html' title='DULCE Y TOTAL RENUNCIA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-3518150387118023848</id><published>2007-06-09T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:20:30.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>DIGO YO....O NO</title><content type='html'>No des más crédito a los despiertos&lt;br /&gt;                             haz balance entre semillas y astillas&lt;br /&gt;                             ten fé si llegamos a buen puerto&lt;br /&gt;                             en una República con corona despinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             No dudes entre cerca y lejos&lt;br /&gt;                             busca besos que sequen las heridas&lt;br /&gt;                             sube la apuesta si me hechas de menos&lt;br /&gt;                             desconfía si son rectas las Avenidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Reniega de comenzar en Enero&lt;br /&gt;                             baraja todas las idas y venidas&lt;br /&gt;                             comprende lo breve que es ser eterno&lt;br /&gt;                             sigue los pasos de una huída&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-3518150387118023848?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3518150387118023848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=3518150387118023848' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3518150387118023848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3518150387118023848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/digo-yoo-no.html' title='DIGO YO....O NO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-7840691770038496578</id><published>2007-06-08T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:46:02.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>COSAS MÍAS</title><content type='html'>Ella entró en el bar&lt;br /&gt;                      y me dijo:"Te quiero"&lt;br /&gt;                      Yo sabía que me hablaba en teoría&lt;br /&gt;                       las prácticas  me las cobraría a 20 euros&lt;br /&gt;                       como si fuese  una autoescuela&lt;br /&gt;                       con un coche para toda la ciudad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-7840691770038496578?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7840691770038496578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=7840691770038496578' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7840691770038496578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/7840691770038496578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/cosas-mas.html' title='COSAS MÍAS'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-3971611980588969455</id><published>2007-06-07T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:27:02.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>FRIDA</title><content type='html'>Yo tambien quería&lt;br /&gt;                                       como Frida&lt;br /&gt;                                       un autoretrato con mono&lt;br /&gt;                                       estoy seguro&lt;br /&gt;                                       que mataría&lt;br /&gt;                                       dos pájaros de un tiro&lt;br /&gt;                                       si me pintara&lt;br /&gt;                                       yo solo&lt;br /&gt;                                       a mi solo&lt;br /&gt;                                       tan solo&lt;br /&gt;                                          solo&lt;br /&gt;                                          sol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-3971611980588969455?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3971611980588969455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=3971611980588969455' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3971611980588969455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3971611980588969455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/frida.html' title='FRIDA'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-3406561457098882196</id><published>2007-06-05T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:45:50.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ALBONDIGA NACIÓN</title><content type='html'>Eva dijo&lt;br /&gt;                           ¿en un holocausto nuclear&lt;br /&gt;                            podrías sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;                            a base de albóndigas de lata?&lt;br /&gt;                            sí,están buenas&lt;br /&gt;                            ¿más que las mías?&lt;br /&gt;                            no&lt;br /&gt;                            las tuyas son de otra liga&lt;br /&gt;                            son la N.B.A de las albóndigas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-3406561457098882196?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3406561457098882196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-3432656474660078357</id><published>2007-06-04T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T04:35:51.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>LO PEOR DE TODO</title><content type='html'>Asqueado de la vida moderna&lt;br /&gt;                              del naufragio de las moscas&lt;br /&gt;                              de los bises de una orquesta&lt;br /&gt;                              a  Mafalda,lo siento,dos platos de sopa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Las cebras que pierden el paso&lt;br /&gt;                               las mentiras que aspiran a verdad&lt;br /&gt;                               la mano armada de un atraco&lt;br /&gt;                               las espinas de la sinceridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Los  gilipollas sin gremio&lt;br /&gt;                               el sigue jugando que hay premio&lt;br /&gt;                               el mañana Dios dirá&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                               Perder el acero de los nervios&lt;br /&gt;                               que la vida tenga su precio&lt;br /&gt;                               celebrar en agosto la navidad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-3432656474660078357?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3432656474660078357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=3432656474660078357' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3432656474660078357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3432656474660078357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/lo-peor-de-todo.html' title='LO PEOR DE TODO'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-572471483294477846</id><published>2007-06-02T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:38:48.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>COFFE SHOP</title><content type='html'>Tenía en el bolsillo&lt;br /&gt;                                una especie de lista de la compra&lt;br /&gt;                                con los pecados capitales&lt;br /&gt;                                o los 10 mandamientos&lt;br /&gt;                                ya no me acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;                                Había mucho humo&lt;br /&gt;                                seguíamos jugando al Trivial&lt;br /&gt;                             -¿capital de Holanda?_&lt;br /&gt;                                Levanté la mano&lt;br /&gt;                               tímidamente contesté:&lt;br /&gt;                               - Coffe Shop-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-572471483294477846?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/572471483294477846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=572471483294477846' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/572471483294477846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/572471483294477846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/coffe-shop.html' title='COFFE SHOP'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-6767162546313571204</id><published>2007-06-02T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:07:27.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>SANA DECISIÓN</title><content type='html'>Bájate&lt;br /&gt;                                  de los tigres de la ira&lt;br /&gt;                                  Mira&lt;br /&gt;                                  en los pasos de cebra&lt;br /&gt;                                  Come&lt;br /&gt;                                  como un pajarito carroñero&lt;br /&gt;                                  El Doctor dice&lt;br /&gt;                                   que son los triglicéridos&lt;br /&gt;                                   Yo pienso en bajo&lt;br /&gt;                                  a otro perro con ese hueso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-6767162546313571204?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6767162546313571204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=6767162546313571204' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6767162546313571204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/6767162546313571204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/2007/06/sana-decisin.html' title='SANA DECISIÓN'/><author><name>roberto freire zabalza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13849596350842879095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://imgserv.ya.com/galerias2.ya.com/img/4/442742e131a5d1i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8895635258709897603.post-3421997940855977554</id><published>2007-06-01T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T04:38:54.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>NI CUANDO NI POR QUÉ</title><content type='html'>Perfectos desconocidos&lt;br /&gt;                               mirando por la ventana del nunca&lt;br /&gt;                               sin ver más allá de nuestros pecados&lt;br /&gt;                               Esclavos de un futuro mejor&lt;br /&gt;                               que no da llegado&lt;br /&gt;                               que se enredó con nuestras esperanzas&lt;br /&gt;                               hace tanto tiempo que ni me acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;                               Cómplices de la muerte de los viejos ideales&lt;br /&gt;                               que ya no decían nada a nadie&lt;br /&gt;                               y menos a nosotros&lt;br /&gt;                               Eternos aspirantes al día&lt;br /&gt;                               buscando la recompensa de la luz&lt;br /&gt;                               queriendo dejar a la espalda la noche&lt;br /&gt;                               o por lo menos respirar&lt;br /&gt;                               Siguiendo las huellas del resto&lt;br /&gt;                               en la procura de un horizonte&lt;br /&gt;                               Buscando el gesto para cada momento&lt;br /&gt;                               esperando una mejor soledad&lt;br /&gt;                               mientras le reimos las gracias a la vida&lt;br /&gt;                               Hijos de un tiempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;                               por nuestros antepasados&lt;br /&gt;                               Nietos de un futuro invernal&lt;br /&gt;                               que nos hunde en preguntas&lt;br /&gt;                               Fugitivos de una canción&lt;br /&gt;                               creo que de amor&lt;br /&gt;                               o de otro tipo de enfermedad&lt;br /&gt;                               Hablando por no escuchar&lt;br /&gt;                               haciendonos daño&lt;br /&gt;                               por que nos queremos&lt;br /&gt;                               a pesar del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;                              Interpretando cada día un papel&lt;br /&gt;                              sin saber quien es quien&lt;br /&gt;                              Muriendo en cada verso&lt;br /&gt;                              esperando tus besos&lt;br /&gt;                              soñando con el final perfecto&lt;br /&gt;                              aunque tenga miedo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8895635258709897603-3421997940855977554?l=memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelninocangrejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3421997940855977554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8895635258709897603&amp;postID=3421997940855977554' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3421997940855977554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8895635258709897603/posts/default/3421997940855977554'/><link rel='alternate' 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