<?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-10402394</id><updated>2025-11-14T03:50:34.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamientos</title><subtitle type='html'>Vivencias y ocurrencias varias sin nexo aparente</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-3412020835532589758</id><published>2025-03-18T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2025-03-18T20:00:08.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo quebrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Certezas y «parasiempres», miradas y sonrisas eternas.  Tiempo quebrado,
 instantes infinitos... susurros al oído, suaves caricias y gustosos 
desvelos.   &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3412020835532589758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/3412020835532589758?isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3412020835532589758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3412020835532589758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2025/03/tiempo-quebrado.html' title='Tiempo quebrado'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-684712928892934699</id><published>2024-02-14T23:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2024-02-14T23:12:44.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy se acaba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hay miradas que no cambian nada pero que lo cambian todo, hoy se acaba... mañana empieza mañana. &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/684712928892934699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/684712928892934699?isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/684712928892934699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/684712928892934699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2024/02/hoy-se-acaba.html' title='Hoy se acaba...'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-7352264581658397913</id><published>2021-04-03T14:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2021-04-03T14:04:30.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempus fugit</title><content type='html'>La vida vuela, los segundos, que tantas veces nos parecen eternos, aletean incesantes a ritmo de boga en la galera del tiempo.  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7352264581658397913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/7352264581658397913?isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7352264581658397913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7352264581658397913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2021/04/tempus-fugit.html' title='Tempus fugit'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-1510954075029629639</id><published>2020-02-01T13:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2020-02-01T20:24:20.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En la tierra del olvido</title><content type='html'>Cambio niebla por musa y agua de lluvia por lágrimas. Robo esperanza al horizonte, segundos al tiempo y latidos a tu corazón... aún me queda alma.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1510954075029629639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/1510954075029629639?isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/1510954075029629639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/1510954075029629639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2020/02/en-la-tierra-del-olvido.html' title='En la tierra del olvido'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-6069322031857830525</id><published>2019-07-07T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2019-07-07T23:53:36.108+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya nada es cierto</title><content type='html'>En las manillas de tu ayer vivo al compás de un reloj sin tiempo. Las horas, los días, vienen y se van y ya nada es cierto.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6069322031857830525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/6069322031857830525?isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/6069322031857830525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/6069322031857830525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2019/07/ya-nada-es-cierto.html' title='Ya nada es cierto'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-3999114126048969669</id><published>2010-05-05T21:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T14:06:41.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A la musa que viene y va</title><content type='html'>Te llevaste la luz de la tarde y mis palabras vacías... esencia, ausencia, no es más, no estás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3999114126048969669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/3999114126048969669?isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3999114126048969669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3999114126048969669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-musa-que-viene-y-va.html' title='A la musa que viene y va'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-6627164767677513790</id><published>2009-07-20T12:22:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:30:14.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Los besos que me quedan</title><content type='html'>Embarqué mis sueños en el tren del olvido, y de mis bolsillos raídos, perdí los recuerdos, entre los huecos vacíos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disparé a la esperanza, no me quedan palabras, las cambié por el tiempo que gasté en el intento, de arreglar los segundos del reloj sin arena que dejaron mis sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6627164767677513790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/6627164767677513790?isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/6627164767677513790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/6627164767677513790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2009/07/los-besos-que-me-quedan.html' title='Los besos que me quedan'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-5268925090253387900</id><published>2009-06-02T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:28:21.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentencia vital</title><content type='html'>Palabras, nos da, funestas,&lt;br /&gt;la vida, mientras vivimos...&lt;br /&gt;un camino de respuestas&lt;br /&gt;a preguntas que no hicimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5268925090253387900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/5268925090253387900?isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/5268925090253387900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/5268925090253387900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentencia-vital.html' title='Sentencia vital'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-1350473763247630937</id><published>2009-02-21T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:51:52.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuerpo de luna</title><content type='html'>Aunque no lo sepas, el silencio es el lugar donde nacen las palabras, me queda poco. Qué dirán tus labios cuando no me lean. No habrá más instantes atrapados entre letras. Hablarán de tus ojos las palabras viejas, se secarán mis silencios, y mis días y mis noches dejarán de escribir. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1350473763247630937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/1350473763247630937?isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/1350473763247630937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/1350473763247630937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuerpo-de-luna.html' title='Cuerpo de luna'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-8973217438695237694</id><published>2009-01-30T13:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2013-06-05T22:39:41.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Grito</title><content type='html'>Tierra de leyenda, incomprendida tierra, hoy alzo mi voz en tu lengua y grito al aire tu nombre, Castilla desgajada.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8973217438695237694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/8973217438695237694?isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/8973217438695237694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/8973217438695237694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2009/01/grito.html' title='Grito'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-5564831842240576665</id><published>2008-12-16T08:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:56:01.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vientos de soledad</title><content type='html'>Entre los huecos de la soledad se esconde el alma. No hay sombra sin luz. Qué sabrá el viento del polvo que transporta, alma sin alma, sombra sin sombra. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/5564831842240576665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/5564831842240576665?isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/5564831842240576665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/5564831842240576665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/12/vientos-de-soledad.html' title='Vientos de soledad'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-7621296365329027289</id><published>2008-11-30T22:17:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:03:46.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Náufrago de tierra adentro</title><content type='html'>Será mi último viaje, busco palabras y encuentro recuerdos. No digo nada, nada y silencio. El corazón no late, la sangre se para, ya es de noche, hace frío y camino hacia la oscuridad del tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7621296365329027289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/7621296365329027289?isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7621296365329027289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7621296365329027289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/11/nufrago-de-tierra-adentro.html' title='Náufrago de tierra adentro'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-3945963417894790489</id><published>2008-10-31T23:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:16:17.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De proyectos e historias</title><content type='html'>Inconcluso, octubre, se cierra. Incertidumbre, se abre noviembre, y vendrá diciembre. En la vejez del año,  la senda de la duda, el camino de lo cierto, alcanzará.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3945963417894790489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/3945963417894790489?isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3945963417894790489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3945963417894790489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-proyectos-e-historias.html' title='De proyectos e historias'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-1962440859525157651</id><published>2008-09-19T00:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:38:00.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si me pides...</title><content type='html'>Cielo, si me pides un instante, eternidad, te doy. Ya los días y las horas no cuentan, tengo el tiempo roto. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1962440859525157651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/1962440859525157651?isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/1962440859525157651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/1962440859525157651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/09/si-me-pides.html' title='Si me pides...'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-4680449708222607904</id><published>2008-08-12T19:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:54:13.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quedarán...</title><content type='html'>Partiré y tú partirás. &lt;span class=&quot;bio&quot;&gt;No son lágrimas negras, es oscuridad y silencio,  sangre es la tinta que escribe estos versos. &lt;/span&gt;Perdidas de amor, hablarán de ti, y como hojas secas que el viento indultó, colgadas de un blog,  quedarán, las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4680449708222607904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/4680449708222607904?isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/4680449708222607904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/4680449708222607904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/08/quedarn.html' title='Quedarán...'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-1752108483171537325</id><published>2008-07-30T14:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:33:09.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De palabras y sentimientos</title><content type='html'>Los sentimientos no pueden expresarse con palabras, y cuando lo intentan necesitan de la forma para acercarse al fondo, la historia, en este caso, no importa, no se trata del texto sino más bien de la sensación que produce al leerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/1752108483171537325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/1752108483171537325?isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/1752108483171537325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/1752108483171537325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/07/de-palabras-y-sentimientos.html' title='De palabras y sentimientos'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-3150874794553566315</id><published>2008-07-15T00:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:39:49.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prohibido llevar reloj</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;El hombre crea el tiempo, el tiempo se deshace, se deshace el hombre con el tiempo...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3150874794553566315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/3150874794553566315?isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3150874794553566315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3150874794553566315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/07/prohibido-llevar-reloj.html' title='Prohibido llevar reloj'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-7047612570010455120</id><published>2008-06-07T00:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:40:11.502+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ánima</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Con un pie en el estribo, viven, las ánimas. Cuando los ojos lloran algo de alma se va, cabalga el alma, alma nos quedará mientras nos queden lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7047612570010455120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/7047612570010455120?isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7047612570010455120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7047612570010455120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/06/nima.html' title='Ánima'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-7989686391452053105</id><published>2008-05-05T21:25:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:40:30.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si aun así...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Párrafos de lágrimas, en tu diario, esperan ser reescritos, en el mío hay sueños ocultos, recuerdos enterrados, hay letras que no se ven y hasta hojas que faltan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis mentiras son mías, tuyas, tus verdades, son. Si, en mí, buscas amor, abre un cuento y léelo. Ya no rescato princesas, ya no tengo corazón, vete... si aun así te paras, yo me paro y que se joda el tiempo si no sabe estarse quieto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7989686391452053105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/7989686391452053105?isPopup=true' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7989686391452053105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7989686391452053105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/05/si-as.html' title='Si aun así...'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-6880804147132916263</id><published>2008-04-20T18:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:40:48.468+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Son mis palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Podría no sentir lo que escribo o no escribir lo que siento, pero son mis palabras instantes robados al tiempo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6880804147132916263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/6880804147132916263?isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/6880804147132916263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/6880804147132916263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/04/son-mis-palabras.html' title='Son mis palabras'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-3266987501613208221</id><published>2008-03-28T07:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:41:55.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El adiós de tus labios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;No son tus ojos, ni tus manos, tampoco tus lágrimas, ¡Dios!, es el adiós de tus labios lo que me entumece el alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/3266987501613208221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/3266987501613208221?isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3266987501613208221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/3266987501613208221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-adis-de-tus-labios.html' title='El adiós de tus labios'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-6821052616718471918</id><published>2008-02-27T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:41:34.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desgarrado grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Garras de cuervo, previas a la muerte, vienen y van, atrapando el tiempo en un reloj de arena. No te engañes, naces, noche negra, desgarrado grito, vives para morir. Los gemidos no, se agotan las palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/6821052616718471918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/6821052616718471918?isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/6821052616718471918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/6821052616718471918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/02/desgarrado-grito.html' title='Desgarrado grito'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-8766288231928500540</id><published>2008-01-19T22:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:04:43.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Querida Utopía</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Hoy mueres sin estar viva, Utopía, y yo vago sin estar muerto entre tu muerte y la mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/8766288231928500540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/8766288231928500540?isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/8766288231928500540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/8766288231928500540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2008/01/querida-utopa.html' title='Querida Utopía'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-4788618843471065914</id><published>2007-12-27T00:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:18:58.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamientos</title><content type='html'>Pizarra binaria de donde los buenos citan y donde los ladrones roban, troj de textos, almacén de palabras, blog de letras gastadas... imaginas el sol de noche, la luna de día, y mentiras que son verdad, y verdades que son mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/4788618843471065914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/4788618843471065914?isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/4788618843471065914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/4788618843471065914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2007/12/pensamientos.html' title='Pensamientos'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10402394.post-7469557965255126982</id><published>2007-11-13T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:08:06.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta noche...</title><content type='html'>Habla el silencio esta noche, susurra silencio y grita ¡cállame! Ahora no vive y no quiere vivir. Tus labios lo matan, mis ojos lo entierran, pero él no se calla, musita sin ruido, el silencio  es un muerto incapaz de morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/feeds/7469557965255126982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/10402394/7469557965255126982?isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7469557965255126982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10402394/posts/default/7469557965255126982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nexcor.blogspot.com/2007/11/esta-noche.html' title='Esta noche...'/><author><name>Nexcor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02626526416829320742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://villalmanzo.galeon.com/nexcor/images/corazon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>