<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8022911562256750486</id><updated>2024-08-28T22:51:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de lo tragico cotidiano</title><subtitle type='html'>del dia a dia, &#xa;en prosa...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-6455688027431602843</id><published>2016-01-06T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-01-06T18:45:14.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El rey está desnudo. El rey?, solo el Rey? Quien es el Rey?</title><summary type="text">No puedo parar de necesitar escribir acerca de lo que vivo.
porque ademas, lo que vivo, desde hace un tiempo parece ser surreal.
podria alguien manipular tu vida a su antojo sin que pudieras hacer ni una puta cosa para evitarlo?
quien podria ser, me pregunté durante mucho tiempo?
podria ser alguien desconocido?
que interes podria tener alguien que no te conoce en complicarte la vida?
que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6455688027431602843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/6455688027431602843' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/6455688027431602843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/6455688027431602843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2016/01/el-rey-esta-desnudo-el-rey-solo-el-rey.html' title='El rey está desnudo. El rey?, solo el Rey? Quien es el Rey?'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-3719365762954270066</id><published>2015-11-11T06:55:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2015-11-11T06:55:54.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">de blog Guru

&quot;Yo no soy el tipo de chica que vería series de televisión contigo&quot;

  
No soy del tipo de chica a las que les gustan las series de televisión. No soy la chica a la que le puedes llamar a las tres de la mañana e invitar a tu casa porque estás aburrido y te sientes sólo. No me puedes decir: &quot;Cierra la puerta y acompáñame mientras veo la película&quot;. No voy a estar sentada viendo 35 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3719365762954270066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/3719365762954270066' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/3719365762954270066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/3719365762954270066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2015/11/de-blog-guruyo-no-soy-el-tipo-de-chica.html' title=''/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-4411081963532445926</id><published>2014-05-13T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-13T00:11:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L</title><summary type="text">Aguerrida.con un humor complaciente..con la sonrisa que enfrenta a la adversidad..comprometida hasta con su ceño fruncido..querible..odiable..yo la quiero mucho...la querré mucho..y me funcionará como asunto pendiente volviendo eternamente saber que pude haber estado tan equivocado con ella en algunos dias, que jamas me perdone...prefiero recordar su sonrisa amplia...su amor verdadero con los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4411081963532445926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/4411081963532445926' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/4411081963532445926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/4411081963532445926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2014/05/l.html' title='L'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-5024693136011968062</id><published>2014-05-13T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-13T00:08:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUNES.</title><summary type="text">Esa sensación de vacío existencial  lo tiñe todo. Afuera el mundo transcurre apurado, como un director de orquesta moviendo los brazos para infringirle a cada participante su rol específico, procurando que nadie se atrase en la sinfonía que ya nadie recuerda por que toca. Y sin embargo, todos, nos movemos a ese ritmo. Todos agachamos la cabeza y aprendemos la letra, ensayamos la melodía, nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5024693136011968062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/5024693136011968062' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/5024693136011968062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/5024693136011968062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2014/05/lunes.html' title='LUNES.'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-7691741842204475734</id><published>2014-05-13T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-13T00:08:26.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La emoción del Ideal. José Ingenieros. EL HOMBRE MEDIOCRE (FRAGMENTO)</title><summary type="text">Cuando pones proa visionaria hacia una estrella y tiendes el ala hacia tal excelsitud inasible, afanoso de perfección y rebelde a la mediocridad, llevas en ti el resorte misterioso de un Ideal. Es ascua sagrada, capaz de templarte para grandes acciones. Custódiala; si la dejas apagar no se reenciende jamás. Y si ella muere en tí, quedas inerte: fría bazofia humana. Solo vives por esa partícula de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7691741842204475734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/7691741842204475734' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/7691741842204475734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/7691741842204475734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2014/05/la-emocion-del-ideal-jose-ingenieros-el.html' title='La emoción del Ideal. José Ingenieros. EL HOMBRE MEDIOCRE (FRAGMENTO)'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-7177647351881140954</id><published>2014-05-13T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-13T00:07:52.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muerte.</title><summary type="text">recien me estaba acordando de mi viejo..se murió tan de repente, que es como si anduviera todavia por acá, haciendo algún trámite, atendiendo algún asunto,...pero entonces, me acuerdo y me convenzo de que no va a volver..me da un poco de tristeza si me pongo a pensar que jamas voy a poder abrazarlo de nuevo,..decirle lo mal que le quedaban esas cosas que se ponía para reirnos un poco mirandonos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7177647351881140954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/7177647351881140954' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/7177647351881140954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/7177647351881140954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2014/05/muerte.html' title='Muerte.'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-567905522500880663</id><published>2014-05-13T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-13T00:07:11.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">se puede terminar de conocer a alguien incluso despues de muerto?
se puede entender cuando ya no se puede compensar?
puede cerrar todo, cuando todo ya está cerrado?
por que duele?
por que jode?
siempre jode la muerte?
con todos jode?
tiene sentido lo que hacemos cada momento de nuestras vidas si nos vamos a morir?
lo que hicimos ayer, tiene sentido si nos fueramos a morir hoy?
y si nos murieramos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/567905522500880663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/567905522500880663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/567905522500880663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/567905522500880663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2014/05/se-puede-terminar-de-conocer-alguien.html' title=''/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-7027549742336381848</id><published>2014-05-12T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-12T23:58:15.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cronograma de acontecimientos. Laura.</title><summary type="text">22/04 02.42am 
hoy estuve (en realidad todos los dias estuve pensando en vos), pero hoy especialmente por que como no nos vimos el fin de semana...
en realidad pensé que me ibas a mandar un mensaje de texto diciendo o preguntando si habia llegado...
pero bueno. se ve que no.
creo que estas en una postura de no llamar.
como si eso fuera &quot;ser novios&quot; que es lo que acordamos, no?
y de hecho, las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7027549742336381848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/7027549742336381848' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/7027549742336381848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/7027549742336381848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2014/05/cronograma-de-acontecimientos-laura.html' title='Cronograma de acontecimientos. Laura.'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-4486789411526280138</id><published>2014-05-12T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-12T23:53:17.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo lo bueno que sos y tenés</title><summary type="text">25/04/2014

Sos excelente persona.
Sos divertida.
Sos muy responsable(*)
Sos compañera (cuando no se te suben los aires de independencia)
Sos insegura y me encanta que lo seas. Es lo unico que ultimamente me hace quererte. Porque cuando te mostras omnipotente sos fea.
Quiero decir. No hay problemas en nadie que se muestre vulnerable. Todos lo somos.
Sos querible.
Sos ocurrente (como cuando pedis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4486789411526280138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/4486789411526280138' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/4486789411526280138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/4486789411526280138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2014/05/todo-lo-bueno-que-sos-y-tenes.html' title='Todo lo bueno que sos y tenés'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-6214178155849520571</id><published>2011-09-09T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T06:42:49.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WU-WEI - El camino de la no-accion.</title><summary type="text">Hasta donde comprendo, el wu-wei es el camino de la no-acción, mas precisamente del no-forzar.Todos entramos en la existencia marcados por un destino, nuestro cauce personal.Esa ruta, escrita en el cielo, nos hace navegar entre la conjunción del flujo estelar y nuestra propia interacción, dibujando una bella constelación de signos y señales.La vida tiene tal fuerza, tal intensidad que, al estar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6214178155849520571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/6214178155849520571' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/6214178155849520571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/6214178155849520571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2011/09/wu-wei-el-camino-de-la-no-accion.html' title='WU-WEI - El camino de la no-accion.'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-2590998908757114439</id><published>2010-06-09T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:58:38.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">   La Biblioteca de Alejandría e Hipatia en Cosmos[LT1]      Carl Sagan            Índice   •Presentación  •Sobre las Bibliotecas  •Sobre la Biblioteca de Alejandría  •Sobre Hipatia y la Biblioteca de Alejandría    Presentación   Lo que sigue es mi particular homenaje a Carl Sagan, con quien comparto su visión del cosmos, de la vida y del hombre, sus respuestas a las preguntas básicas que se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2590998908757114439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/2590998908757114439' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/2590998908757114439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/2590998908757114439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-biblioteca-de-alejandria-e-hipatia.html' title=''/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-802183903561792452</id><published>2010-06-09T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:10:22.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">&amp;quot;la verdad es el delirio baquico  en el que cada miembro se entrega a la embriaguez...&amp;quot; Hegel. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/802183903561792452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/802183903561792452' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/802183903561792452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/802183903561792452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/06/verdad-es-el-delirio-baquico-en-el-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-7951302791424167235</id><published>2010-06-09T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:02:51.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">&amp;quot;El lenguaje es la morada del Ser y el hombre es su pastor...&amp;quot; M.Heiddegger. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7951302791424167235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/7951302791424167235' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/7951302791424167235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/7951302791424167235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/06/lenguaje-es-la-morada-del-ser-y-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-8194938992502629494</id><published>2010-03-31T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:05:50.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema a la Clase Media - Mario Benedetti</title><summary type="text">Clase media medio rica medio culta entre lo que cree ser y lo que es media una distancia medio grande Desde el medio mira medio mal a los negritos a los ricos a los sabios a los locos a los pobres Si escucha a un Hitler medio le gusta y si habla un Che medio también En el medio de la nada medio duda como todo le atrae(a medias) analiza hasta la mitad todos los hechos y (medio confundida) sale a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8194938992502629494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/8194938992502629494' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/8194938992502629494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/8194938992502629494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/03/poema-la-clase-media-mario-benedetti.html' title='Poema a la Clase Media - Mario Benedetti'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-2719896475577853080</id><published>2010-03-17T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:20:01.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL PODER DE LA CONSTANCIA. Dr Abel Albino.</title><summary type="text">lo que no logres hoy quizá mañana lo lograras, no es tiempo todavía...nunca en el término de un día madura el fruto ni la espiga grana...no son jamas en la labor humana vano el afan ni inutil la porfía...el que con fe y valor lucha y confía, los mayores obstaculos allana...Insiste y persevera que en el mundo, nada es jamas inutil ni infecundo, para el poder de Dios o de la idea...hasta la esteril</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2719896475577853080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/2719896475577853080' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/2719896475577853080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/2719896475577853080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-poder-de-la-constancia-dr-abel.html' title='EL PODER DE LA CONSTANCIA. Dr Abel Albino.'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-1282593028324276810</id><published>2010-03-17T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:07:19.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIENES SON LOS MUERTOS? Fragmento Dr Abel Albino Director Fundacion CONIN</title><summary type="text">quienes son los muertos entonces?No son los muertos los que en dulce calma la paz disfrutan de la tumba fria...Muertos son los que tienen muerta el alma y viven todavía...No son los muertos, no, los que reciben rayos de luz en sus despojos yertos...Los que viven con honra son los vivos, los que viven sin honra, son los muertos...La vida no es la vida que vivimos, la vida es el honor y es el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1282593028324276810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/1282593028324276810' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/1282593028324276810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/1282593028324276810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/03/quienes-son-los-muertos-fragmento-dr.html' title='QUIENES SON LOS MUERTOS? Fragmento Dr Abel Albino Director Fundacion CONIN'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-5170318778871217628</id><published>2009-12-11T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:59:38.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text"></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5170318778871217628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/5170318778871217628' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/5170318778871217628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/5170318778871217628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-5649246467620852731</id><published>2008-04-20T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:14:13.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSTALGIA de Ernesto Cardenal</title><summary type="text">al perderte yo a titu y yo hemos perdido.yo, por que tu eraslo que mas amaba.tu, porque yo erael que te amaba mas,pero de nosotros dos,tu pierdes mas que yo,porque yo podré amar a otroscomo te amaba a ti,pero a tí no te amaráncomo te amaba yo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5649246467620852731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/5649246467620852731' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/5649246467620852731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/5649246467620852731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/04/nostalgia-de-ernesto-cardenal.html' title='NOSTALGIA de Ernesto Cardenal'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-3963976582087329857</id><published>2008-04-20T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:08:32.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONETO</title><summary type="text">si para recobrar lo recobrado,debí perder primero lo perdido,Si para conseguir lo conseguidotuve que soportar lo soportado.Si para estar enamorado,fue necesario haber estado herido,tengo por bien sufrido lo sufrido,tengo por bien llorado lo llorado.por que  despues de todo he comprobado,que no se goza bien lo gozadosino despues de haberlo padecido.porque despues de todo he comprobadoque lo que el</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-634778289962926235</id><published>2008-02-08T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:34:50.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEAR SUNSCREEN!</title><summary type="text">&quot;Everyone is Free&quot; (to use sun screen)(Written by Chicago newspaper columnist, Mary Schmich -- recently recorded with music by Baz Luhrmann)Ladies and gentlemen of the class of &#39;99:Wear sunscreen.If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/634778289962926235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/634778289962926235' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/634778289962926235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/634778289962926235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/02/wear-sunscreen.html' title='WEAR SUNSCREEN!'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-2614474183826618672</id><published>2008-01-02T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:43:28.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear SUNSCREEN!</title><summary type="text">Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99                      If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen                        would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved                        by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more                        reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2614474183826618672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/2614474183826618672' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/2614474183826618672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/2614474183826618672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/01/wear-sunscreen.html' title='Wear SUNSCREEN!'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-3731224448656138766</id><published>2007-12-10T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:26:54.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to a young poet</title><summary type="text">&quot;...I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don&#39;t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3731224448656138766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/3731224448656138766' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/3731224448656138766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/3731224448656138766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2007/12/letters-to-young-poet.html' title='Letters to a young poet'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-1766713140258647844</id><published>2007-12-10T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:15:04.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;pensar, esperar y ayunar...&quot; &quot;SIDDHARTA&quot; H.HESSE.</title><summary type="text">&quot;si echas una piedra al agua, ésta se precipita hasta el fondo porel camino más rápido. Lo mismo ocurre cuando Siddharta tiene un fin, cuando se propone algo.Siddharta no hace nada, sólo espera, piensa, ayuna, sin hacer nada, sin moverse: se deja llevar, sedeja caer. Su meta le atrae, pues él no permite que entre en su alma nada que pueda contrariar suobjetivo. Eso es lo que Siddharta ha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1766713140258647844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/1766713140258647844' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/1766713140258647844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/1766713140258647844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2007/12/pensar-esperar-y-ayunar-siddharta.html' title='&quot;pensar, esperar y ayunar...&quot; &quot;SIDDHARTA&quot; H.HESSE.'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-5986504022074209715</id><published>2007-10-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T12:33:36.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>withoutaname</title><summary type="text">volar... salirse de la prision de carne y huesos...fundirse en una nube...teñirse de sol...subirse a una brisa...renunciar a toda razón hasta vaciarse de contenido...mirar la eternidad  desde el transcurso de una tarde perezosa...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5986504022074209715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/5986504022074209715' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/5986504022074209715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/5986504022074209715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2007/10/withoutaname.html' title='withoutaname'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8022911562256750486.post-422305641839252586</id><published>2007-08-27T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-10-29T02:11:03.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por quien doblan las campanas.</title><summary type="text">&quot;..Nadie es una isla en si mismo, cada hombre es un pedazo del continente, una parte de la tierra; si el mar se lleva una porción de tierra, toda Europa queda disminuída, como si fuera un promontorio, o la casa de uno de tus amigos, o la tuya propia; la muerte de cualquier hombre me disminuye, por que estoy ligado a la humanidad; y por consiguiente, nunca hagas preguntar por quién doblan las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/422305641839252586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8022911562256750486/422305641839252586' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/422305641839252586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8022911562256750486/posts/default/422305641839252586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delotragicocotidiano.blogspot.com/2007/08/por-quien-doblan-las-campanas.html' title='Por quien doblan las campanas.'/><author><name>Mefisto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04817761048042825685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>