<?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-8640358349160679024</id><updated>2011-12-17T18:56:29.446+01:00</updated><category term='cuentos'/><category term='microcuento'/><category term='microrrelato'/><category term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>microletras</title><subtitle type='html'>Historias para beber de un trago.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-3340694919010434546</id><published>2011-12-17T18:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:19:59.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JASÓN Y LOS COSMONAUTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jasunica.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/canto-sirenas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 228px;" src="http://jasunica.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/canto-sirenas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Los tripulantes sintieron una atracción irresistible como canto de sirenas. Solamente el&lt;br /&gt;teniente Orfeo fue capaz de convencerlos para que virasen la nave, justo a tiempo para no ser engullidos por el agujero negro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-3340694919010434546?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3340694919010434546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=3340694919010434546' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3340694919010434546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3340694919010434546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2011/12/jason-y-los-cosmonautas.html' title='JASÓN Y LOS COSMONAUTAS'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-1837248270792714448</id><published>2011-12-17T17:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:47:03.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Puntualidad británica</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Optó por no invitar más a tomar el “té de las cinco” a sus amigas españolas; siempre llegaban tarde.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-1837248270792714448?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1837248270792714448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=1837248270792714448' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1837248270792714448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1837248270792714448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2011/12/puntualidad-britanica.html' title='Puntualidad británica'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2647113394192591949</id><published>2011-08-16T01:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:47:45.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dèjá Vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amadeo recorre los trescientos metros que hay de su casa al quiosco todas las mañanas. Compra el periódico y se vuelve por donde ha venido ojeando los titulares. Al cruzar la calle siempre ve esa noticia: “Muere hombre atropellado al cruzar la calle”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2647113394192591949?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2647113394192591949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2647113394192591949' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2647113394192591949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2647113394192591949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2011/08/deja-vu.html' title='Dèjá Vu'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-5404179184000507663</id><published>2011-08-16T00:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:45:41.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foroswebgratis.com/imagenes_foros/7/4/3/9/0/1098214echadora%20de%20cartas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 94px;" src="http://www.foroswebgratis.com/imagenes_foros/7/4/3/9/0/1098214echadora%20de%20cartas.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;La echadora de cartas le aseguró que tendría una vida muy larga: murió al año siguiente, con noventa y cuatro años.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 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margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.canalsolidario.org/img/noticias/imagenes/4bd5bbf14769f/libros.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;El colosal éxito de ventas de la obra “Como hacerse rico escribiendo libros de autoayuda” trajo como consecuencia el colapso de la Industria editorial, ya que el número de escritores empezó a superar al de lectores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8977113231487493611?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8977113231487493611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8977113231487493611' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8977113231487493611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8977113231487493611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2011/05/negocio-literario.html' title='Negocio literario'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-1774854554275023733</id><published>2011-05-23T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:43:08.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>UÑÍVORO</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya no era lo malo que se comiera las uñas: es que le apetecían las de los demás.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-1774854554275023733?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1774854554275023733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=1774854554275023733' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1774854554275023733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1774854554275023733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2011/05/univoro.html' title='UÑÍVORO'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6652449009846335664</id><published>2010-12-04T18:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T19:06:57.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PULGATORIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;«Si yo fuese una de estas pulgas –&lt;/i&gt;Se decía el reo mirándose el brazo&lt;i&gt;- podría saltar,  pasar a través de las rejas de la ventana y sería libre… Pero soy un hombre».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://lacomunidad.elpais.com/blogfiles/historias-en-blanco/rejas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 198px;" src="http://lacomunidad.elpais.com/blogfiles/historias-en-blanco/rejas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6652449009846335664?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6652449009846335664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6652449009846335664' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6652449009846335664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6652449009846335664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/pulgatorio.html' title='PULGATORIO'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-4925766924227676630</id><published>2010-12-04T18:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:25:06.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oficios viejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.upaya.es/images/willendorf_venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 69px; height: 127px;" src="http://www.upaya.es/images/willendorf_venus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 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 font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;« He trabajado en el oficio más viejo del mundo », le confeso ella.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Él, cándido, se la imaginó sudorosa, tallando piedras. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-4925766924227676630?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4925766924227676630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=4925766924227676630' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4925766924227676630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4925766924227676630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/normal-0-21-microsoftinternetexplorer4.html' title='Oficios viejos'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-239934249562964436</id><published>2010-12-04T17:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.155+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>EL RÍO DE LA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mientras luchaba &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;contra la corriente del río que lo arrastraba sin remedio, pasó por su mente las imágenes de su vida a cámara rápida.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Su cadáver apareció a los tres días, pero sus pensamientos quedaron disueltos en el agua, formando parte del río.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.micajadeviajes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/rio-celeste-costa-rica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.micajadeviajes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/rio-celeste-costa-rica.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-239934249562964436?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/239934249562964436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=239934249562964436' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/239934249562964436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/239934249562964436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-rio-de-la-vida.html' title='EL RÍO DE LA VIDA'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2665803848774782488</id><published>2010-12-04T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Banquete frugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Comía con avidez los suculentos manjares que se le ofrecían, hasta que el rugir de sus tripas lo despertaba, debajo del puente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2665803848774782488?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2665803848774782488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2665803848774782488' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2665803848774782488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2665803848774782488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/12/banquete-frugal.html' title='Banquete frugal'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6505107270974096883</id><published>2010-10-10T19:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:56:29.453+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>LUTO (Greguería)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9f0f6TUXGEg/S_PymMDZQBI/AAAAAAAACgU/xj0Oz9sGBy4/s1600/lluvia+de+verano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9f0f6TUXGEg/S_PymMDZQBI/AAAAAAAACgU/xj0Oz9sGBy4/s1600/lluvia+de+verano.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche es la viuda del día finado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9f0f6TUXGEg/S_PymMDZQBI/AAAAAAAACgU/xj0Oz9sGBy4/s1600/lluvia+de+verano.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6505107270974096883?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6505107270974096883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6505107270974096883' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6505107270974096883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6505107270974096883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/10/luto-gregueria.html' title='LUTO (Greguería)'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9f0f6TUXGEg/S_PymMDZQBI/AAAAAAAACgU/xj0Oz9sGBy4/s72-c/lluvia+de+verano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-4708595504446980523</id><published>2010-09-09T00:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Inocente Fernández</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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  &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le repito, señor juez, que soy inocente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-   Señor Inocente Fernández, si vuelve a hacer juegos de palabras con su propio nombre&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;y a intentar burlarse de mí, tendré que ponerme duro con usted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-   Pero no, señor juez, yo soy inocente de verdad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-  ¡Se acabó! Llévense a este hombre a los calabozos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-4708595504446980523?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4708595504446980523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=4708595504446980523' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4708595504446980523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4708595504446980523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/09/inocente-fernandez.html' title='Inocente Fernández'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2433969704045594440</id><published>2010-09-09T00:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Un sol y sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Otra vez el temblor en las manos, la angustia que sube a la garganta y el bar que no lo abren hasta las nueve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/TIgYZWmedXI/AAAAAAAAABo/azuLRF74hFg/s1600/conac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/TIgYZWmedXI/AAAAAAAAABo/azuLRF74hFg/s200/conac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514684567557928306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2433969704045594440?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2433969704045594440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2433969704045594440' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2433969704045594440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2433969704045594440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-sol-y-sombra.html' title='Un sol y sombra'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/TIgYZWmedXI/AAAAAAAAABo/azuLRF74hFg/s72-c/conac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-1168231519134496957</id><published>2010-08-16T10:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.157+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>UTOPIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“La sociedad es injusta, tenemos que cambiar el mundo.” Ernesto era un adolescente, apenas un esbozo de lo que luego sería el Che.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/TGj-8rBW99I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zV-d1qgCtuE/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/TGj-8rBW99I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zV-d1qgCtuE/s200/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505930862754461650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rosario.gov.ar/mr/80che/galeria/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-1168231519134496957?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1168231519134496957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=1168231519134496957' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1168231519134496957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1168231519134496957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/08/utopias.html' title='UTOPIAS'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/TGj-8rBW99I/AAAAAAAAABQ/zV-d1qgCtuE/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-983566650053411839</id><published>2010-08-16T10:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.157+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>DELICATESSEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;La turista europea pidió otra ración de “esos deliciosos espaguetis de nombre impronunciable” El camarero vietnamita le sirvió otro cuenco de lombrices ahumadas muy complaciente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/TGj1s9uixII/AAAAAAAAABI/FTzrczK7XRM/s1600/lombrices-rojas-humus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/TGj1s9uixII/AAAAAAAAABI/FTzrczK7XRM/s200/lombrices-rojas-humus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505920697293259906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-983566650053411839?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/983566650053411839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=983566650053411839' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/983566650053411839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/983566650053411839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/08/delicatessen.html' title='DELICATESSEN'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/TGj1s9uixII/AAAAAAAAABI/FTzrczK7XRM/s72-c/lombrices-rojas-humus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2606732915588558903</id><published>2010-03-17T19:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:49:30.480+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Bestia humana</title><content type='html'>Al sentir la espada de Teseo atravesando su costado, el minotauro adivinó que aquello lo sacaría, por fin, del laberinto existencial donde estaba atrapado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2606732915588558903?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2606732915588558903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2606732915588558903' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2606732915588558903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2606732915588558903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/03/minotauro.html' title='Bestia humana'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-1611946543952003721</id><published>2010-03-17T19:02:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Al margen de la memoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;En la cuneta de esta sombría carretera&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;seguimos esperando ver otra vez&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la luz; esperando que alguien nos pida perdón por habernos fusilado, por habernos cubierto de tierra y de olvido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-1611946543952003721?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1611946543952003721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=1611946543952003721' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1611946543952003721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1611946543952003721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/03/en-la-cuneta-del-olvido.html' title='Al margen de la memoria'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6037998644256516629</id><published>2010-03-17T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>SUPERSTAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Se hizo quitar dos costillas para poderse mirar mejor el ombligo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6037998644256516629?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6037998644256516629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6037998644256516629' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6037998644256516629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6037998644256516629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/03/superstar.html' title='SUPERSTAR'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6271868335470261763</id><published>2010-03-17T18:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuentos'/><title type='text'>Vida plena</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 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Del libro manuscrito solamente quedaban unas hojas sueltas e inéditas. Y su hijo ¿Dónde andaría ahora su hijo?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6271868335470261763?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6271868335470261763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6271868335470261763' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6271868335470261763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6271868335470261763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/03/vida-plena.html' title='Vida plena'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-437367410245882592</id><published>2010-01-06T15:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.159+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>AMOR PORTUARIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;De él solamente le quedaba aquella fotografía descolorida y la promesa de que volvería.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;FIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-437367410245882592?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/437367410245882592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=437367410245882592' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/437367410245882592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/437367410245882592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/01/amor-portuario.html' title='AMOR PORTUARIO'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-7095894198550677947</id><published>2010-01-06T15:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.159+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Vicioso</title><content type='html'>Acaparaba con avaricia los otros seis pecados capitales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-7095894198550677947?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7095894198550677947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=7095894198550677947' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7095894198550677947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7095894198550677947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/01/vicioso.html' title='Vicioso'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-1438539429152905592</id><published>2010-01-06T14:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.159+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Para la otra vidorra</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tras abrir el sarcófago meticulosamente los arqueólogos quedaron patidifusos al descubrir que la momia del faraón tenía una Visa Oro entre sus manos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-1438539429152905592?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1438539429152905592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=1438539429152905592' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1438539429152905592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1438539429152905592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2010/01/para-la-otra-vida.html' title='Para la otra vidorra'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-3707985925287550983</id><published>2009-08-17T18:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Minimizar</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Es legendario el vértigo que se siente al enfrentarse a un folio en blanco cuando se pretende escribir algo digno de ser leído. Yo he descubierto la manera de cerrar este abismo: así pues, basta con cortar la hoja por la mitad las veces que sea necesario, hasta que su tamaño no infunda ningún temor. Con la ventaja añadida de que a la hora de escribir acabas en un santiamén.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-3707985925287550983?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3707985925287550983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=3707985925287550983' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3707985925287550983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3707985925287550983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2009/08/minimizar.html' title='Minimizar'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6867168229327973393</id><published>2009-04-10T22:17:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Capirotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;En la procesión de Semana Santa un niño en brazos de su madre vio pasar la imagen de Jesús con la corona de espinas y preguntó:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mami.¿Por qué le han puesto eso en la cabeza? &lt;/span&gt; La madre le explicó pacientemente la historia de la burla de los soldados romanos. El chiquillo repuso:  &lt;i style=""&gt;Y si se querían reír de él ¿por qué no le pusieron un cucurucho en la cabeza como a esos otros?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/Sd_E1YbxHKI/AAAAAAAAABA/gcYzDR7sMRs/s1600-h/capirotes_blancos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 44px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/Sd_E1YbxHKI/AAAAAAAAABA/gcYzDR7sMRs/s200/capirotes_blancos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323189705946242210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6867168229327973393?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6867168229327973393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6867168229327973393' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6867168229327973393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6867168229327973393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2009/04/ingenuidad-en-sevilla.html' title='Capirotes'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/Sd_E1YbxHKI/AAAAAAAAABA/gcYzDR7sMRs/s72-c/capirotes_blancos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-8243308915925247885</id><published>2009-03-01T12:37:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Inpuntual, como siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para cuando se quiso morir ya lo habían enterrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://floresyjardin.es/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/pala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://floresyjardin.es/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/pala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 108px;" src="http://floresyjardin.es/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/pala1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8243308915925247885?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8243308915925247885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8243308915925247885' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8243308915925247885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8243308915925247885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2009/03/inpuntual-como-siempre.html' title='Inpuntual, como siempre'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-9063755838805928248</id><published>2009-03-01T12:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:25:25.873+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>15 segundos de gloria</title><content type='html'>A la edad de siete años, en el banquete que siguió a la comunión de mi primo Alberto, los mayores hablaban animadamente entre ellos y los pequeños estaban pendientes del primo y de sus regalos. Yo, que me sentía aislado y falto de cariño entre tanta gente conocida, no tuve otra ocurrencia que  hacer palanca en la mesa con mis piernas y dejarme caer con la silla hacia atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Mi estruendosa táctica tuvo efecto inmediato, se hizo un silencio absoluto y toda la atención recayó sobre mí, luego todos estallaron en una carcajada general al verme sonreír. Mi tía Julia me ayudo a levantar y se preocupó de mi incipiente chichón. Después todos siguieron como antes, pero yo me sentía feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-9063755838805928248?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/9063755838805928248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=9063755838805928248' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/9063755838805928248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/9063755838805928248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2009/03/15-segundos-de-gloria.html' title='15 segundos de gloria'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-22476412077910365</id><published>2008-12-10T00:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Contestador</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Deje su mensaje después de la señal ¡Piii!&lt;/span&gt; Nada querida, ya veo que has salido ya para acá, te estamos esperando... ¡Que casualidad! ahora te estoy viendo entrar por la puerta del restauran… ¡Joer, que vestido mas hortera!¡Ay, perdón! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;¡Pi, pi, pi…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-22476412077910365?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/22476412077910365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=22476412077910365' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/22476412077910365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/22476412077910365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/12/contestador.html' title='Contestador'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-487110966770833553</id><published>2008-12-10T00:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.161+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>El naufrago y su destino</title><content type='html'>Lo encontraron a la deriva en mitad del océano y fue necesario parar el trasatlántico para poder rescatarlo. Cuando fue subido a bordo el capitán Smith se dirigió a él con estas palabras:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Ha tenido usted mucha suerte caballero, bienvenido al Titanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-487110966770833553?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/487110966770833553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=487110966770833553' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/487110966770833553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/487110966770833553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-naufrago-y-su-destino.html' title='El naufrago y su destino'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-1777299117477073510</id><published>2008-10-02T17:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.161+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Nubes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;El recuerdo permanecía inalterado y le hacia volver una y otra vez a aquella lejana tarde de septiembre, tumbados en el pasto recién segado, viendo pasar las nubes algodonosas a las que su imaginación encontraban formas familiares, ella empeñada en ver un niño regordete donde él veía un barco velero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-1777299117477073510?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1777299117477073510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=1777299117477073510' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1777299117477073510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1777299117477073510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/10/nubes.html' title='Nubes'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-133656889820658952</id><published>2008-10-02T17:06:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.161+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Daños colaterales</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pese a su espectacularidad, la solución de separar las aguas del Mar Rojo para que pasasen Moisés y el Pueblo Elegido, trajo como consecuencia que el resto de las aguas subiera de nivel y provocase un tsunami que asoló todos los pueblos costeros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-133656889820658952?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/133656889820658952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=133656889820658952' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/133656889820658952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/133656889820658952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/10/daos-colaterales.html' title='Daños colaterales'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-4070391086898609588</id><published>2008-10-02T16:09:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.162+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microcuento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Protagonismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;La nube pasaba por encima sin que la gente se diera cuenta de su presencia,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hasta que se puso delante del sol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;y todos los de abajo alzaron ceñudos la vista hacia&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1PSuwSuHjvLeQM:http://www.espacioblog.com/myfiles/angelacano/nube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:1PSuwSuHjvLeQM:http://www.espacioblog.com/myfiles/angelacano/nube.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-4070391086898609588?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4070391086898609588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=4070391086898609588' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4070391086898609588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4070391086898609588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-nube-nubarrn-para-llamar-la-atencin.html' title='Protagonismo'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-7868663959534750824</id><published>2008-10-02T15:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.162+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microcuento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><title type='text'>Primer amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;El viejecito separó sus temblorosos labios del retrato incrustado en la lápida del nicho y susurró con una sonrisa: &lt;i style=""&gt;¿Recuerdas la primera vez que nos besamos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-7868663959534750824?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7868663959534750824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=7868663959534750824' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7868663959534750824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7868663959534750824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/10/primer-amor.html' title='Primer amor'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-7350822405797582385</id><published>2008-09-09T21:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:21:56.162+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhistorias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>¿Amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Susana llevaba más de dos horas ahí, entre nerviosa y aburrida. En cuanto lo vio entrar por la puerta del bar su corazón empezó a palpitar de alegría y un agradable mariposeo se apoderó de su estómago. Él la saludo con una sonrisa, Susana se le acercó también sonriendo y pidió que le pasara un gramo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-7350822405797582385?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7350822405797582385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=7350822405797582385' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7350822405797582385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7350822405797582385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/09/amor.html' title='¿Amor?'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2150777798236525328</id><published>2008-09-09T21:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:44:07.484+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMAGEDON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Al salir del refugio nuclear contemplaron horrorizados que después de veinte años tan solo habían sobrevivido al cataclismo las ratas, las cucarachas y los prestamistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2150777798236525328?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2150777798236525328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2150777798236525328' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2150777798236525328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2150777798236525328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/09/almagedon.html' title='ALMAGEDON'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-289958767918692896</id><published>2008-09-09T21:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:52:02.852+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>Amanita</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuno%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Después de comerme esa seta tan bonita me quedé dormitando en un claro del bosque y al despertar me vi rodeado de duendecillos por todas partes. Para mí que me zampé su casita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="times new roman" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:mVEjStB5qMzDrM:http://www.exotic-herbal-buds.com/images/fly-agaric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 115px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:mVEjStB5qMzDrM:http://www.exotic-herbal-buds.com/images/fly-agaric.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-289958767918692896?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/289958767918692896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=289958767918692896' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/289958767918692896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/289958767918692896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/09/amanita.html' title='Amanita'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6336858760626350150</id><published>2008-08-09T14:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:24:08.994+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>Cleptomanía</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No es el valor de lo que robo. Es esa sensación tan excitante de esquivar a las cámaras de seguridad, de pasar por delante de la cajera y del guarda de seguridad con el corazón a mil. Es sentirme libre y vivo cuando piso la calle… No sé si me entiende, señor comisario.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6336858760626350150?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6336858760626350150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6336858760626350150' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6336858760626350150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6336858760626350150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/08/cleptomana.html' title='Cleptomanía'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-5661303595672667293</id><published>2008-07-18T17:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:56:28.465+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>Llámame tonto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Su extraña enfermedad mental fue desapareciendo paulatinamente, al mismo ritmo que iba empeorando la comida que le servían en el hospital psiquiátrico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fín&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-5661303595672667293?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5661303595672667293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=5661303595672667293' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5661303595672667293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5661303595672667293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/07/picaresca.html' title='Llámame tonto'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-3882354941073174627</id><published>2008-07-10T17:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:43:57.039+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>Voracidad</title><content type='html'>El náufrago tuvo que comerse a sí mismo para no fallecer de hambre, y lo hizo con avidez. Cuando llegaron los del equipo de rescate ya sólo quedaba la dentadura, castañeteando todavía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-3882354941073174627?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3882354941073174627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=3882354941073174627' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3882354941073174627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3882354941073174627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/07/voracidad.html' title='Voracidad'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2158896255694979134</id><published>2008-06-25T13:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:45:43.757+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>Él me quiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Él me quiere&lt;/i&gt;” Le decía a su imagen inversa reflejada en el espejo del baño, intentando disimular con maquillaje el moratón de su mejilla.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2158896255694979134?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2158896255694979134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2158896255694979134' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2158896255694979134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2158896255694979134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/06/l-me-quiere.html' title='Él me quiere'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-4693134665885315426</id><published>2008-05-24T23:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:15:24.404+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>Donde tengas la olla</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;¿Qué tendrán los quesos del Prudencio, que los chefs de los restauranes más afamaos se pelean por ellos y hasta se sirvieron en la boda de la infanta?&lt;/i&gt; Eso se preguntaban los paisanos del pastor y quesero; Prudencio Tramullas, hasta que lo sorprendieron &lt;i style=""&gt;beneficiándose&lt;/i&gt; a una de sus cabras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-4693134665885315426?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4693134665885315426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=4693134665885315426' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4693134665885315426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4693134665885315426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/05/trato-con-cario-mis-cabras.html' title='Donde tengas la olla'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-8008128563415836996</id><published>2008-05-24T23:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:44:57.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lianas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Y qué será de mi vida, si al final me voy a vivir con esa chica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Mi querido amigo… ¿Has visto alguna peli de Tarzán?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- ¡Claro!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Pues si te&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fijas cuando salta de liana en liana, coge una y suelta otra. Sencillamente porque si no soltara la de atrás no avanzaría.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Entiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8008128563415836996?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8008128563415836996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8008128563415836996' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8008128563415836996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8008128563415836996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/05/lianas.html' title='Lianas'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-206503959042938295</id><published>2008-03-05T23:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:24:17.975+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>AMOR ETERNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;odo el amor que había entregado en su vida le retornaba ahora en forma de esa luz radiante y cálida. Se sentía amada, se sentía viva; más viva, incluso, que antes de morir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-206503959042938295?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/206503959042938295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=206503959042938295' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/206503959042938295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/206503959042938295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/03/si-te-vas-te-seguir-queriendo-esas.html' title='AMOR ETERNO'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-376955351106789924</id><published>2008-02-20T21:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:53:27.049+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>ARPÍA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Si piensas suicidarte usa veneno, cariño, recuerda que acabamos de pintar el piso” &lt;/i&gt;Le había escrito su esposa al final de aquella nota explicativa.&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No le indignaba tanto que le hubiera puesto los cuernos, como que le tratara como a un imbécil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-376955351106789924?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/376955351106789924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=376955351106789924' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/376955351106789924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/376955351106789924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/02/arpa.html' title='ARPÍA'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-1003401818448584538</id><published>2008-02-17T14:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:38:30.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PELEA DE NOVIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-    Me dolerá mucho, Isabel, pero si te vas y me dejas solo, me tendré que buscar una sustituta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-    ¡Guarro! Los hombres siempre pensando en lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-1003401818448584538?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1003401818448584538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=1003401818448584538' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1003401818448584538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1003401818448584538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/02/pelea-de-novios.html' title='PELEA DE NOVIOS'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-3357151356741982428</id><published>2008-01-25T19:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:47:32.948+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MODERNIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Prueba estos plátanos que he comprado, cariño.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- ¡Tienen sabor a fresa!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- ¡Exacto! Han sido modificados genéticamente. ¿A que es genial?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Es genial, si, pero… a mí me gusta el sabor del plátano.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Pues entonces, prueba estas manzanas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-3357151356741982428?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3357151356741982428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=3357151356741982428' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3357151356741982428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3357151356741982428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/01/modernidad.html' title='MODERNIDAD'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-3296246387940889885</id><published>2008-01-25T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:50:44.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La fresa prometida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eran inmigrantes ilegales que habían llegado en pateras, malvivían en casuchas&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;improvisadas al lado de los inmensos invernaderos, recogían fresas de sol a sol por un sueldo ridículo, y aún así, lloraban amargamente cuando eran devueltos a sus países. Al menos, aquí, su miseria tenía sabor a fresa.&lt;/p&gt;  fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-3296246387940889885?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3296246387940889885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=3296246387940889885' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3296246387940889885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3296246387940889885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-fresa-prometida.html' title='La fresa prometida'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-8009401929099759072</id><published>2007-12-14T19:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T19:15:49.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Navidad blanca sobre fondo gris</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Los mandatarios de los países más industrializados reunidos en &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;diciembre de 2047, acuerdan por unanimidad pintar sus ciudades totalmente de blanco. Ya que, en todos estos años, no han logrado unir criterios para evitar el calentamiento del planeta, al menos lo harán para procurar a sus ciudadanos una blanca navidad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8009401929099759072?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8009401929099759072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8009401929099759072' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8009401929099759072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8009401929099759072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/12/navidad-blanca-sobre-fondo-gris.html' title='Navidad blanca sobre fondo gris'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-5041089198283195204</id><published>2007-12-14T19:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:05:53.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;La dueña del lupanar era doña Isabela, una mujer madura y entrada en carnes que todavía conservaba restos de su belleza helénica. Tenía el don de la simpatía y hacía sentir a los clientes como en su propia casa. Sus pupilas, en cambio, la odiaban a muerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-5041089198283195204?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5041089198283195204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=5041089198283195204' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5041089198283195204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5041089198283195204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/12/madama.html' title='Madama'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2771689567524519493</id><published>2007-12-01T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:16:06.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los burros y la procesión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Ttulo1Car"&gt; D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;os  burros que pastaban en las afueras de un pueblo atados a una estaca, vieron como  sus respectivos amos sacaban en procesión una pesada imagen; pues aquel día era  fiesta mayor.&lt;br /&gt;Uno de los burros dijo al  otro:  &lt;i&gt;¿&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te das cuenta, Evaristo…? Nuestros amos también tienen que  llevar pesadas cargas, lo mismo que nosotros.&lt;/i&gt; Y Evaristo que era muy  ocurrente le dijo al burro Jacinto: &lt;i&gt;Sí, pero a estos para que anden, en vez  de ponerles una zanahoria en el extremo de un palo, les ponen un trocito de paraíso. &lt;/i&gt;Y los dos rieron a grandes rebuznos, que por un momento llamaron la  atención de los asistentes al acto religioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2771689567524519493?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2771689567524519493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2771689567524519493' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2771689567524519493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2771689567524519493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/12/los-burros-y-la-procesin.html' title='Los burros y la procesión'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2660267825291024881</id><published>2007-12-01T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:09:20.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La zorra y las gallinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="ttulo1car"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;l  olfato llevó a la zorra hasta un gallinero protegido por una alambrada, donde  las gallinas engordaban y ponían huevos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Viendo la zorra que la malla metálica era demasiado alta como para saltarla, se  guardó de intentarlo y discurrió una estrategia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Se acercó sigilosa, sin ser vista, hasta un arbusto que crecía al lado del  gallinero y desde allí comenzó a gritar, poniendo voz de gallina: &lt;i&gt;"¡Sococorro,  socococorro! Ayudadme compañeras, se ha metido una comadreja dentro del  gallinero y me está atacando. ¡Sococorro! Venid a ayudarme o nos matará a  todas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Las gallinas, como esperaba la zorra, hicieron honor a su nombre y corrieron  despavoridas por todo el gallinero, muchas, ayudadas por sus alas, saltaron  fuera de él para salvarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Pero, la astuta zorra las estaba esperando y, por supuesto, dio buena cuenta del  emplumado banquete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta táctica es empleada a menudo por los políticos en tiempo de elecciones, que  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;para que vayamos directos a sus fauces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nos presentan a sus opositores como  temibles alimañas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2660267825291024881?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2660267825291024881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2660267825291024881' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2660267825291024881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2660267825291024881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-zorra-y-las-gallinas.html' title='La zorra y las gallinas'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6678217593543944665</id><published>2007-12-01T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:59:29.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El poeta y la flor del desierto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Ttulo1Car"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;n poeta,  cansado del mundo materialista, quiso llevar una vida ascética. Para ello se fue  hasta un desierto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; Caminaba sin rumbo recitando versos y  sentencias grandilocuentes para satisfacer su espíritu y así olvidarse de las  necesidades más corpóreas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Se topó, a los días, con una hermosa flor  que crecía entre las piedras del yermo paraje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¡Oh&lt;/i&gt; –Empezó el  poeta&lt;i&gt;- flor maravillosa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que habitas en la nada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surgiendo tan jugosa…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De entre la tierra quemada!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Y a la vez que decía la palabra “jugosa”no  pudo evitar pasarse la lengua por los labios resecos.&lt;br /&gt; Miró a uno y otro lado. Tomó la hermosa  flor… y se la zampó de un bocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nos enseña esto que el espíritu y el cuerpo  son complementarios, y que el uno es más débil cuanto mayor es la necesidad del  otro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6678217593543944665?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6678217593543944665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6678217593543944665' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6678217593543944665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6678217593543944665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/12/el-poeta-y-la-flor-del-desierto.html' title='El poeta y la flor del desierto'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2878830941753149</id><published>2007-12-01T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:40:08.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El hombre del saco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El espíritu de la Navidad vive en el corazón de los niños, o al menos nos quedaba esa esperanza; pero hace  años que un siniestro personaje entra sigiloso en las casas,  ayudado por la noche cómplice, y se lleva a los críos más tiernos en un gran  saco rojo, mientras se ríe a carcajadas, jo, jo, jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Luego los suelta en unos grandes almacenes cualesquiera, con  millones de juguetes diferentes y lucecitas hipnotizantes que los deja  obnubilados. Andan de estantería en estantería al son de villancicos con  mensajes subliminales: “Elige el más caro… Coge otro para tener dos  iguales… Los juguetes más inútiles son los mas molones…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Antes de amanecer los devuelve a sus camas, donde los  encontrarán sus padres a la mañana siguiente, sin sospechar nada, aunque ya sea tarde, pues sus  cándidas almas pertenecen al hombre del saco rojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2878830941753149?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2878830941753149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2878830941753149' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2878830941753149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2878830941753149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/12/el-hombre-del-saco.html' title='El hombre del saco'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-4710981638720462489</id><published>2007-11-07T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:28:08.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rturo salió de su casa en busca de Futuro. Cuando Futuro llegó a la casa de Arturo no encontró a nadie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-4710981638720462489?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4710981638720462489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=4710981638720462489' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4710981638720462489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4710981638720462489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/rturo-sali-de-su-casa-en-busca-de.html' title='Futuro'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-8155821123060390746</id><published>2007-11-07T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:29:23.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pescador</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n vida no fue buena persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; – Se dijo el enterrador, mientras llenaba la lata– &lt;i style=""&gt;pero hay que reconocer que esta criando unos buenos gusanos para la pesca.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8155821123060390746?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8155821123060390746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8155821123060390746' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8155821123060390746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8155821123060390746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/pescador.html' title='Pescador'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-7435014299685426691</id><published>2007-11-07T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:19:28.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Quiso adivinar su destino observando aquella bola de cristal. En ella vio su rostro reflejado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-7435014299685426691?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7435014299685426691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=7435014299685426691' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7435014299685426691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7435014299685426691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-98738324779569917</id><published>2007-11-07T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:13:47.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los trepas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Otros tenían prisa por ascender, ella, en cambio, celebraba íntimamente cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;peldaño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;conquistado.&lt;br /&gt;Sus compañeros subían tan deprisa que caían por el otro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-98738324779569917?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/98738324779569917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=98738324779569917' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/98738324779569917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/98738324779569917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/los-trepas.html' title='Los trepas'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-4980960748019192713</id><published>2007-11-07T22:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:11:43.217+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Carlitos ya no tenía miedo por las noches, ni quería que su madre le dejara la luz del pasillo encendida cuando lo acostaba. Había descubierto que los monstruos no podían ver en la oscuridad. Ahora le resultaba incluso cómico el oírlos en mitad de la noche, tropezándose con los muebles o con el marco de la puerta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-4980960748019192713?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4980960748019192713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=4980960748019192713' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4980960748019192713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4980960748019192713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/carlitos.html' title='Carlitos'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-5972531764179191786</id><published>2007-11-07T22:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:17:04.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciudadano Lobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desde que se casó le exigían dormir en la perrera municipal las noches de luna llena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOqRRROgrxE/SeGNV0zlBtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lnMN2hrrAbU/s320/hombrelobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOqRRROgrxE/SeGNV0zlBtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lnMN2hrrAbU/s320/hombrelobo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;acronym&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:12px;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-5972531764179191786?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5972531764179191786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=5972531764179191786' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5972531764179191786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5972531764179191786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/empresario.html' title='Ciudadano Lobo'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOqRRROgrxE/SeGNV0zlBtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lnMN2hrrAbU/s72-c/hombrelobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-5627931302789170878</id><published>2007-11-07T21:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:51:03.994+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microcuento'/><title type='text'>Miércoles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="display: block; font-family: courier new;" id="previewbody"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;acronym&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Antonio Lanza era solitario vocacional, creía en las personas pero no en las multitudes, por ello siempre iba a contracorriente y salía los miércoles mientras la mayoría se quedaba en sus casas. No es de extrañar que tuviera pocos amigos y quien lo conocía creyera que era un excéntrico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;acronym&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Como cada miércoles Lanza recorrió todos los bares del barrio, sin esperanzas de encontrar nada en ellos que no fuera el rioja que le servían apenas asomaba por la puerta. Los camareros por las justas cruzaban con él unas palabras, todos ellos sabían que Lanza era parco en palabras y además no le interesaba el fútbol. Le cobraban el vino y se volvían hacia el Marca o la televisión, de vez en cuando hacían algún comentario que no sabía responder Lanza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;acronym&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lanza caminaba desaliñado hacia su casa después del peregrinaje etílico en la solitaria noche del miércoles. Las luces azules y parpadeantes de un furgón que se aproximaba por su espalda le hicieron salir de su ensimismamiento. Seguro que vienen a por mí, pensó, y desgraciadamente no se equivocaba. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;acronym&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Horas más tarde Antonio Lanza miraba las caras tristes de los que estaban sentados junto a él, en aquellos duros bancos del Departamento de hombres solitarios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/acronym&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-5627931302789170878?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5627931302789170878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=5627931302789170878' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5627931302789170878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5627931302789170878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/mircoles.html' title='Miércoles'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-4059514329456589278</id><published>2007-11-07T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:52:44.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frío infierno</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: windowtext; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Desde la atalaya de su castillo de penumbras otea un horizonte temible, el gemido del viento le hace palidecer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: windowtext; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Baja entonces por estrechos pasillos de paredes húmedas, hacia las lúgubres mazmorras de piedra. Luego más abajo; hasta las catacumbas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: windowtext; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Allí se queda acurrucado en la oscuridad, rodeado de calaveras, temblando de miedo y de frío, esperando tal vez otro milagro, para volver a resucitar de entre los muertos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-4059514329456589278?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4059514329456589278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=4059514329456589278' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4059514329456589278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4059514329456589278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/fro-infierno.html' title='Frío infierno'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-611055444927922134</id><published>2007-11-04T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:53:14.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HAMBRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En la aldea etíope donde sobrevive el pequeño Yerefu, sólo los buitres saben que es eso de &lt;i style=""&gt;la gula.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-611055444927922134?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/611055444927922134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=611055444927922134' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/611055444927922134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/611055444927922134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/hambre.html' title='HAMBRE'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-8547711004484447314</id><published>2007-11-04T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:42:24.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuento de miedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ayer leí un cuento de miedo. Solamente al final del cuento advertían que quien lo leía moría al día siguiente, de miedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8547711004484447314?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8547711004484447314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8547711004484447314' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8547711004484447314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8547711004484447314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/cuento-de-miedo.html' title='Cuento de miedo'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-8380510302296029465</id><published>2007-11-04T00:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:13:28.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El pan de sus hijos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Al medio día del martes, dos individuos conversan animadamente azuzados por los efluvios etílicos, en la mugrienta barra del Bar Paco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Pues si que te ha durado poco el nuevo curro…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Esos hijoputas querían que entre yo y un moro descargáramos un camión de cajas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-De cajas, de qué?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Vacías, pero no veas que peazo de camión.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Que hijoputas… Nos quieren hacer trabajar como negros por cuatro perras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Eso le he dicho yo al encargado. Y le he dicho que me diera la cuenta, que ese camión lo iba a descargar el moro y Rita la cantaora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Bien hecho, compadre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Espera… El hijoputa me dice que lo de hoy no me lo pensaba pagar. Yo me he encarado a él y le he dicho… Con el pan de mis hijos no juega ni la madre que me parió ¿Entendido...?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Entonces ha agachado las orejas y me ha pagado hasta el último céntimo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Pero, cabronazo, si tu no tienes hijos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-¡Ya! Pero para cuando los tenga. ¡Jajaja!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-¡Jajaja!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 53.25pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Otras dos cervecitas, Paco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8380510302296029465?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8380510302296029465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8380510302296029465' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8380510302296029465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8380510302296029465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/el-pan-de-sus-hijos.html' title='El pan de sus hijos'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-3561397261522950826</id><published>2007-11-04T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:37:03.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A MANTIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabía que no me equivocaba cuando te elegí a ti y no a los otros, para que fueses el padre del retoño que ahora crece dentro de mí. Eres tan tierno y… ¡tan sabroso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-3561397261522950826?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3561397261522950826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=3561397261522950826' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3561397261522950826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3561397261522950826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/mantis.html' title='A MANTIS'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-3318375045867430429</id><published>2007-11-04T00:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:30:20.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ventanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;El sueño se repetía: lo despertaban los cantos de los pájaros, se asomaba a la ventana abierta y veía los prados verdes, el bosque de coníferas y las azules montañas a lo lejos, fundiéndose con el horizonte. Sentía después que el cansancio se apoderaba de él y volvía a acostarse en la cama, quedando dormido al instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Despertaba con la algarabía de los transeúntes, abría la ventana y  la ciudad se mostraba en plena efervescencia matutina: niños hacia el colegio, adultos hacia el trabajo, viejos a ninguna parte y tráfico en todas las direcciones. Entonces volvía a sentirse con ganas de seguir durmiendo y se acostaba sin tardar en conseguirlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Poco después eran los gritos de las gaviotas los que lo despabilaban, se iba a la ventana y al abrirla entraba una brisa cargada de aromas marinos. Las casas blancas  salpicaban el monte y abajo en la playa los pescadores salían a su quehacer surcando con sus frágiles barcas el majestuoso mar. Al cabo del rato se sentía otra vez pesado y volvía a dormirse en su cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Lo despertaban los pasos del vigilante, se levantaba para abrir la ventana medio sonámbulo, poco después se percataba de que su celda no tenía ventana. Se acostaba triste y cansado, intentaba dormirse, sin conseguirlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-3318375045867430429?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3318375045867430429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=3318375045867430429' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3318375045867430429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3318375045867430429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/ventanas.html' title='Ventanas'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-433691549339484759</id><published>2007-11-04T00:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:56:06.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Edipo, en su época de lactante, chupaba con deleite inusitado los pezones de su madre. Su padre, el rey Layo, no supo en ese momento distinguir si lo de su hijo era gula o lujuria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-433691549339484759?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/433691549339484759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=433691549339484759' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/433691549339484759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/433691549339484759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/11/pezones.html' title='Tetas'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-7548147719153177209</id><published>2007-10-28T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:15:35.525+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumar acorta la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;En el paredón el espía pidió su último deseo: difícil petición, dada la escasez, pero el sargento le ofreció el único cigarrillo de la compañía, desoyendo las airadas protestas de la soldadesca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Fumó con tan grande placer, que los del pelotón de fusilamiento envidiaron, de veras, la suerte de aquel hombre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt; Lo frieron a balazos antes de que el sargento diera la orden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-7548147719153177209?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/7548147719153177209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=7548147719153177209' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7548147719153177209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/7548147719153177209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/fumar-acorta-la-vida_28.html' title='Fumar acorta la vida'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-8846671100331302047</id><published>2007-10-28T00:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:06:39.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El guía</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pasen por aquí, señores… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ustedes se preguntarán que fue de la famosa Espada de Damocles… pues ahí la tienen. Si, ahí arriba, justo encima de sus cabezas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;¿Pero…? ¿A dónde van? No se marchen… ¡Vuelvan! No hay nada que temer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Malditos turistas americanos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8846671100331302047?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8846671100331302047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8846671100331302047' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8846671100331302047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8846671100331302047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-gua.html' title='El guía'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-4704239290068106610</id><published>2007-10-27T23:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:53:19.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Los buitres y los soldados</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Ttulo1Car"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;espués de una cruenta contienda que enfrentaba a dos bandos, un numeroso grupo de buitres sobrevolaba el campo de batalla, donde se apiñaban los cadáveres de los valientes soldados. Viendo que ya todos estaban muertos y que no había quedado nadie para enterrar a los caídos, decidieron bajar a dar buena cuenta del festín que las desavenencias ajenas les habían regalado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Observaron los buitres que los cadáveres lucían distintos atuendos, según al bando al que habían pertenecido, y preguntaron al más viejo; que era el más sabio, cuales tendrían la carne más sabrosa, a lo que el veterano buitre contestó: &lt;i style=""&gt;Es igual, empezad por donde queráis, son carne de la misma carne.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Luego, el mismo viejo buitre, dio gracias a Dios por los alimentos que iban a tomar y todos empezaron a comer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-4704239290068106610?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4704239290068106610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=4704239290068106610' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4704239290068106610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4704239290068106610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/los-buitres-y-los-soldados.html' title='Los buitres y los soldados'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6918855478754819659</id><published>2007-10-27T23:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:06:32.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Abejitas y aguijones</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l papá de Jorgito empezaba a perder la paciencia con su vástago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;- Te vuelvo a repetir que yo no estaba haciendo daño a mamá cuando nos sorprendiste anoche… Era un acto de amor… Lo mismo que te acabo de explicar de lo de las abejitas y las flores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jorgito, sentado en su cama apoyando la espalda en el cabecero decorado con&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;personajes de Disney, seguía con la cara enfurruñada, cabizbajo y retorciendo la punta de su pijama obstinadamente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;- Pero mamá daba grititos… -Volvió a insistir-.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;- Ya lo sé, Jorge… Pero no eran de dolor, los daba porque… estaba contenta y le gustaba. ¿Entiendes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jorgito intentaba comprender a su papá, pero la historia de las abejitas seguía sin cuadrarle con aquella otra escena&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;del cuero negro y la fusta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6918855478754819659?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6918855478754819659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6918855478754819659' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6918855478754819659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6918855478754819659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/abejitas-y-aguijones.html' title='Abejitas y aguijones'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-1898420346758030708</id><published>2007-10-27T23:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:18:43.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deberes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;a atrapó con su cazamariposas en lo profundo del bosque de hayas. Tenía cuerpecito de persona y alas de libélula. Era una pequeña hada, muy parecida a esas que había visto en las ilustraciones de aquel cuento de su hermana Ane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La metió cuidadosamente en un frasco de cristal con la tapa agujereada en el que guardaba mariposas y otros insectos y regresó al caserío donde vivía con su familia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Su abuela, que desgranaba maíz le dirigió una sonrisa al entrar en la cocina, su madre andaba ocupada escurriendo leche cuajada para hacer quesos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-¡Mira amachu! He cazao un hada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Su madre apenas se giró.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt"&gt;-Te he dicho mil veces que no traigas bichos a casa… Anda, lávate las manos y ponte a hacer los deberes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-1898420346758030708?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1898420346758030708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=1898420346758030708' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1898420346758030708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1898420346758030708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/deberes.html' title='Deberes'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-4607790688616476470</id><published>2007-10-27T23:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:21:15.107+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan y circo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soñaba con África; me vi corriendo tras una gacela y luego a mi primo y a mí mismo atrapados por tramperos y vendidos a los cazadores de esclavos, otra vez esa pesadilla. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Los primeros gritos del gentío me han despertado, me han devuelto a mi reducida prisión bajo las gradas del Coliseo. No sé cuanto tiempo llevamos en Roma, poco importa, tal vez sea la voluntad de los dioses que sirvamos de espectáculo a la plebe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya oigo los cerrojos de la puerta de las fieras, mi hora ha llegado, saldré de nuevo a la arena del circo y devoraré a otro par de cristianos.&lt;/p&gt;  fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-4607790688616476470?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/4607790688616476470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=4607790688616476470' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4607790688616476470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/4607790688616476470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/pan-y-circo.html' title='Pan y circo'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-3060791730168051058</id><published>2007-10-27T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:27:48.302+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El enano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: windowtext; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ahora, desde las ruinas, sería fácil echar la culpa a los niños, pero también los mayores nos reíamos de él; de su cara, sus extremidades cortas y su forma de andar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: windowtext; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Los enanos siempre han sido bufones y payasos, lo más normal es reírse de ellos y considerarlos animales domésticos. Quien iba a pensar que les afectara tanto… de haberlo sabido nos hubiéramos reído a escondidas, o que se yo… cualquier cosa antes que enfadarlos. Ya ves, a todos se nos borró la sonrisa cuando el enano empezó a crecer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: windowtext; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Y si sólo hubiera crecido hasta alcanzar al más alto de nosotros, seguro que lo podíamos haber dominado con facilidad, pero la altura de un edificio de veinte pisos impone demasiado, y luego esa risa malvada del enano-gigante que nos hizo suponer lo que vendría después.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-3060791730168051058?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3060791730168051058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=3060791730168051058' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3060791730168051058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3060791730168051058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-enano.html' title='El enano'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-5640368199614573341</id><published>2007-10-25T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:15:18.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabla de salvación</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on las últimas fuerzas se aferró al cura que le daba la extremaunción y le pidió que le perdonase por no haber creído nunca en Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-5640368199614573341?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5640368199614573341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=5640368199614573341' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5640368199614573341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5640368199614573341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/tabla-de-salvacin.html' title='Tabla de salvación'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-8226201097751584021</id><published>2007-10-25T20:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:13:38.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Latir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;egaló su reloj de oro a un anciano desheredado; desde entonces sintió un alegre tic-tac dentro de su pecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8226201097751584021?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8226201097751584021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8226201097751584021' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8226201097751584021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8226201097751584021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/latir.html' title='Latir'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-5963251996086385215</id><published>2007-10-25T20:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:49:18.908+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microrrelato'/><title type='text'>El filo de la navaja</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;Aquella tarde quiso vivir algo nuevo. Se aproximó lo más que pudo al borde del profundo acantilado y se dio media vuelta, dando la espalda al tenebroso mar. Desde ahí vio la tierra firme con una perspectiva que ni siquiera los suicidas habían tenido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-5963251996086385215?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/5963251996086385215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=5963251996086385215' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5963251996086385215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/5963251996086385215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-filo.html' title='El filo de la navaja'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-2526315786561272077</id><published>2007-10-25T20:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:10:05.991+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El libro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;hí está el libro, en la tercera estantería, al alcance de la mano.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sólo un mínimo esfuerzo: cogerlo, pagarlo en la caja, meterlo en una bolsa y ya está. Pero ese título tan comprometedor: “&lt;i style=""&gt;Como superar la timidez&lt;/i&gt;” y la cajera tan atractiva…&lt;br /&gt;Hoy se llevará un libro sobre las costumbres migratorias de las aves, mañana lo intentará de nuevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-2526315786561272077?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/2526315786561272077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=2526315786561272077' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2526315786561272077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/2526315786561272077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-libro.html' title='El libro'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-8422970445379450665</id><published>2007-10-22T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:59:31.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El código Gioconda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da Vinci fabulaba para entretener a su bella vecina mientras la retrataba con sus pinceles:&lt;br /&gt;“Puede que dentro de quinientos años algún pícaro diga ver en este cuadro códigos secretos, escriba un libro y hasta se lo compren…”&lt;br /&gt;La joven modelo se sonreía interiormente imaginando el gesto bobalicón de esos incautos escudriñando su retrato, en busca de algún milagro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-8422970445379450665?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/8422970445379450665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=8422970445379450665' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8422970445379450665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/8422970445379450665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-cdigo-gioconda.html' title='El código Gioconda'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6006442494985106183</id><published>2007-10-21T19:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:38:13.455+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: windowtext;"&gt;Miré el cuenco de mis manos. Era el nido donde había sido depositado un huevo de cristal. El huevo eclosionó y apareció la luz, las estrellas, las galaxias; el universo entero. Se formó la tierra y se llenó de vida, y dentro estaba yo, mirando el cuenco de mis manos, todo en un instante, el tiempo que tarda un Big-Bang en ser consciente de que es un Big-Bang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6006442494985106183?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6006442494985106183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6006442494985106183' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6006442494985106183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6006442494985106183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/consciencia.html' title='Consciencia'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-3674977157818433228</id><published>2007-10-21T19:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:30:14.358+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Se hacia llamar “Billy el temerario”.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Poco después todos se referían a él como “El difunto Billy”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-3674977157818433228?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/3674977157818433228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=3674977157818433228' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3674977157818433228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/3674977157818433228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/se-hacia-llamar-billy-el-temerario.html' title='Billy'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-982561591878900070</id><published>2007-10-21T19:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:21:10.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:courier new;" &gt;iempre se le escapaba la felicidad. Estaba tan cargado de oro que apenas podía dar tres pasos seguidos hacia ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-982561591878900070?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/982561591878900070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=982561591878900070' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/982561591878900070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/982561591878900070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/oro.html' title='Oro'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6762336446890135856</id><published>2007-10-21T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:22:11.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flotar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;El hombrecito de grandes carrillos y bigote de mosca ascendió unos metros y en posición horizontal estuvo flotando en el aire durante unos minutos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“No puede ser... Es imposible… Tiene que haber truco…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Eran los comentarios más oídos entre las personas, que mirando hacía arriba, contemplaban las evoluciones del señor de los mofletes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pasado un rato, el levitador comenzó a descender en zigzag, como si fuese la hoja de un árbol en otoño, posándose en el suelo suavemente, justo en el centro de aquel gentío que se arremolinaba en esa esquina.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Los incrédulos esperaban descubrir los cables o “lo que fuere del engaño”, otros, más ingenuos, le tocaban para cerciorarse que era un hombre de carne y hueso y no un globo o algo así, los demás lo felicitaban y le preguntaban por el “como” de su hazaña. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;El hombrecillo, sonriente, con los carrillos relajados dijo: “&lt;i style=""&gt;No crean ustedes que esto es tan difícil, la clave está en concentrarse en el aire que se retiene… Miren…”&lt;/i&gt; y les enseñaba el modo de hacerlo correctamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Instantes después todos inflaban sus mofletes de aire y algunos empezaban a perder tierra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6762336446890135856?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6762336446890135856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6762336446890135856' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6762336446890135856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6762336446890135856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/flotar.html' title='Flotar'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-971230964037896059</id><published>2007-10-20T12:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:12:50.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuentos y verdades</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Después de envenenar a los enanos y robarles los diamantes, Blancanieves pagó a juglares y charlatanes del reino para que contasen una historia muy distinta a la real. La misma que, a la postre, ha llegado hasta nuestros días.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-971230964037896059?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/971230964037896059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=971230964037896059' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/971230964037896059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/971230964037896059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/cuentos-y-verdades.html' title='Cuentos y verdades'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6507703242686911684</id><published>2007-10-20T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:02:27.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cómo perder peso sin pasar hambre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;En su lívido rostro, como un papel, se dibujó una sonrisa al contemplar el peso que marcaba la báscula de baño.&lt;br /&gt;¡Que bien! Había perdido esos tres kilos que le sobraban, incluso un poco más. ¡Lo Había conseguido! Ahora solamente había que limpiar aquel desaguisado, devolver la caladora a la caja de herramientas de su padre y enfundarse un bonito vestido.¿Quién se iba a fijar en que tenía un brazo menos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CETrxAnMEAo"&gt;El vídeo de Carlos Vázquez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6507703242686911684?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6507703242686911684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6507703242686911684' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6507703242686911684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6507703242686911684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/cmo-perder-peso-sin-pasar-hambre.html' title='Cómo perder peso sin pasar hambre'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-6411763247165537059</id><published>2007-10-20T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:56:39.469+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecado original</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adán miró con ternura a los ojos de Eva y susurró: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te quiero más que a Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-6411763247165537059?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/6411763247165537059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=6411763247165537059' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6411763247165537059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/6411763247165537059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/pecado-original.html' title='Pecado original'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8640358349160679024.post-1147509482472432835</id><published>2007-10-20T12:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T14:02:25.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Año nuevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Con la llegada del nuevo año quiso dar un giro de 180 grados a su insulsa vida. Lo hizo con tanto ímpetu que el giro fue de 360 grados, quedándose igualito que estaba antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8640358349160679024-1147509482472432835?l=microletras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/feeds/1147509482472432835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8640358349160679024&amp;postID=1147509482472432835' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1147509482472432835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8640358349160679024/posts/default/1147509482472432835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microletras.blogspot.com/2007/10/ao-nuevo.html' title='Año nuevo'/><author><name>Jose Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072321761962042009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VmcK_WGosQ4/R5owkvAz32I/AAAAAAAAAAg/brl6BGaQd2g/S220/pensador.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
