<?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-6164687</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:48:23.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>el horla -segunda temporada-</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog basado en el horla de Maupassant.
especie de diario de sintomas.
mis sintomas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-horla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-horla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>el horla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577655854029679523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164687.post-108111352807911023</id><published>2004-04-04T18:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T18:38:46.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>entre la sangre y la selva el absurdo se vuelve casi inevitable. hablo con mi mano derecha y le digo que voy a bajar a la ciudad que el queda al mando. me saco mi mascara del el santo y el pasa a ser yo y yo paso a ser nadie. lo que el sabe es que el ahora tiene mas responsabilidades y que yo bajo a la ciudad a buscar municiones. la realidad es otra. la realidad es: que entre tanta selva y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/108111352807911023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/108111352807911023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-horla.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108111352807911023' title=''/><author><name>el horla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577655854029679523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164687.post-107493456647457635</id><published>2004-01-24T05:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T06:07:11.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nos reagrupamos. hace tres dias que dicen que nos vienen siguiendo. en el medio de la selva todas son certezas. seguimos avanzando. nos encontramos con un grupo paramilitar. la situacion es ellos o nosotros.elijo nosotros.en lineas generales no me gusta usar mi fusil. pero tratandose de paramilitares que matan niños y mujeres indigenas por hobby, hago una excepcion. apuntar abajo del casco. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/107493456647457635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/107493456647457635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-horla.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107493456647457635' title=''/><author><name>el horla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577655854029679523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164687.post-107488580136817625</id><published>2004-01-23T16:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T16:26:39.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>el diario del joven guerrillero moderno en la primera pagina dice:retroceder cuatro casilleros no es retroceder: es reagruparse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/107488580136817625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/107488580136817625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-horla.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488580136817625' title=''/><author><name>el horla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577655854029679523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164687.post-107471597428164517</id><published>2004-01-21T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:28:38.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mama termina de leer la primera temporada del horla y manda un mail. la segunda temporada comienza con eremita leyendo dicho mail mientras la camara se eleva: 21 de enero de 2004Posteado por:¿Por qué a mí?La felicidad:esa trabajosa construcción”soy feliz, soy inmensamente feliz, y pido que me perdonen los muertos por mi felicidad”Tarea para el hogar.Acunar los gritos que se han instalado en</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/107471597428164517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/107471597428164517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-horla.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107471597428164517' title=''/><author><name>el horla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07577655854029679523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164687.post-107461226784526986</id><published>2004-01-20T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:26:27.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>algo tan idiota como un auto rojo con un parche negro me quita toda energia vital de mi cuerpo.retrocedo cuatro casilleros.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/107461226784526986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164687/posts/default/107461226784526986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-horla.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461226784526986' title=''/><author><name>el 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