<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 21:21:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Mezclando vino y sudor</title><description>Un palpitar y una flor</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-3261567702457275931</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-29T01:55:35.481-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hanging on</title><description>Ha sido un caos&lt;br /&gt;de pensamientos hirviendo&lt;br /&gt;llevandome al sol&lt;br /&gt;en un enfermo carrusel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me creerias si dijera&lt;br /&gt;es cierto, estoy cansada&lt;br /&gt;colgada de un momento&lt;br /&gt;perdiendo el sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas que vuelan&lt;br /&gt;por debajo de mis pies&lt;br /&gt;sentir que pertenezco&lt;br /&gt;si escucho un respirar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-3261567702457275931?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanging-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-297672847794132972</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-25T20:04:39.503-06:00</atom:updated><title>Es tan largo el olvido</title><description>No te quedes sin labios&lt;br /&gt;regálame siempre esa miel&lt;br /&gt;hasta que salga mi luz&lt;br /&gt;de este cuerpo sin piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te quedes sin ojos&lt;br /&gt;cántame con ellos como ayer&lt;br /&gt;que no se que haría yo&lt;br /&gt;sin tanto encandecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te quedes sin manos&lt;br /&gt;toma la mía si comprendes&lt;br /&gt;hasta que el sol invisible&lt;br /&gt;queme mi alma si quieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero quédate sin palabras&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo acabe&lt;br /&gt;que esa palabra es tan corta&lt;br /&gt;y es tan largo el olvido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-297672847794132972?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2009/02/es-tan-largo-el-olvido.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-7614945574777114620</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-24T23:06:17.852-06:00</atom:updated><title>Close call</title><description>Fui destino sin rostro&lt;br /&gt;caminando en piedra&lt;br /&gt;ansiaba tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;tan brillante  y serena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olí tu veneno&lt;br /&gt;y recordé esos cuchillos&lt;br /&gt;como solo lo sabe&lt;br /&gt;quien lo haya antes probado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces quedaron&lt;br /&gt;los vientos mareados&lt;br /&gt;Como corriendo a la meta&lt;br /&gt;con los pasos contados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujete bien mi armadura&lt;br /&gt;y tu te quedaste ahí&lt;br /&gt;resbalando a medias&lt;br /&gt;como una lagrima rota&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7614945574777114620?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2009/02/close-call.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-7683546168130554316</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-28T03:45:15.101-06:00</atom:updated><title>inside</title><description>Ven y quemame   &lt;br /&gt;Sonrojame con cuerdas&lt;br /&gt;Que en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;sonidos sobran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revela tu ansia&lt;br /&gt;fotográfica y elaborada&lt;br /&gt;pues solo queda&lt;br /&gt;una memoria resistente al agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda ese color&lt;br /&gt;Como si nunca&lt;br /&gt;Hubiera querido ser&lt;br /&gt;Un estuche mas, para ese eterno latir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7683546168130554316?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2008/12/inside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-3941197437406560430</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T23:00:51.254-05:00</atom:updated><title>Again</title><description>Again&lt;br /&gt;the cat got out&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;a little sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapy blame&lt;br /&gt;was always&lt;br /&gt;your best&lt;br /&gt;game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;try to kill it&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See&lt;br /&gt;its not that hard&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;were always good at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame, shame&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-3941197437406560430?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2008/10/again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-8098460128173940581</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-26T11:51:31.387-05:00</atom:updated><title>Eres</title><description>Caótico&lt;br /&gt;como el jugo&lt;br /&gt;de un mango mordido&lt;br /&gt;escurriendo&lt;br /&gt;por mi cuello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-8098460128173940581?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2008/07/eres.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-1309922247300544771</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-14T23:19:38.856-05:00</atom:updated><title>Let me take a deep breath</title><description>Me encontraste dibujando&lt;br /&gt;con una pistola en mi mano&lt;br /&gt;Creo que esa lagrima&lt;br /&gt;en tu bota detuvo al mundo&lt;br /&gt;y el bote de pintura&lt;br /&gt;cayó al suelo cubriendo todo&lt;br /&gt;borrando mis balas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1309922247300544771?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-me-take-deep-breath.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-2339578104478139116</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-14T22:47:26.468-05:00</atom:updated><title>Forgive my distance</title><description>No prenderé la luz&lt;br /&gt;dejaré que la noche&lt;br /&gt;me deje sin sombras&lt;br /&gt;No canto ni hago ruido&lt;br /&gt;por esos viejos fuegos&lt;br /&gt;que no puedo discernir&lt;br /&gt;No me muevo ni respiro&lt;br /&gt;dejaré que mi sed se calme&lt;br /&gt;pesada y lenta como miel&lt;br /&gt;La armadura a mis pies&lt;br /&gt;ensayo de la vergüenza&lt;br /&gt;que manifiesta mi resistencia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2339578104478139116?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgive-my-distance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-3844727269928237730</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-03T22:45:41.303-05:00</atom:updated><title>And I said,</title><description>Lancé esas palabras&lt;br /&gt;sin paracaídas&lt;br /&gt;amontoné mi locura&lt;br /&gt;sin estrategia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cegaste mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;con tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;y colmaste mi razón&lt;br /&gt;al mirarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajando al infinito&lt;br /&gt;con el mentón en alto&lt;br /&gt;los ojos cerrados&lt;br /&gt;y alientos lentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa tibia melancolía&lt;br /&gt;es mucho más que un eco&lt;br /&gt;que yo solo creí&lt;br /&gt;que solo yo conocía&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-3844727269928237730?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-i-said.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-2248364266615960975</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-03T22:11:32.209-05:00</atom:updated><title>go back</title><description>Viento gris escurrido&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué has querido&lt;br /&gt;orillar tus aristas tan cerca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipnotizas con veneno&lt;br /&gt;todo el aire&lt;br /&gt;y te felicitas sin sonrojarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguntas lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;una y otra vez&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sigo sin saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2248364266615960975?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-7990537246034889568</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-03T21:53:34.227-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bonus Track</title><description>En automático&lt;br /&gt;noche bástame&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7990537246034889568?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2008/07/bonus-track.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-1393651202301060635</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-12T09:41:15.090-06:00</atom:updated><title>Te presto mi aguja</title><description>Ese secuestro&lt;br /&gt;de miradas&lt;br /&gt;y caricias,&lt;br /&gt;no es más&lt;br /&gt;que un globo&lt;br /&gt;volando&lt;br /&gt;y rojo,&lt;br /&gt;esperando explotar&lt;br /&gt;y empaparte de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;para que nunca olvides&lt;br /&gt;lo que creiste olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1393651202301060635?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/12/te-presto-mi-aguja.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-1489141968090662869</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 06:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-12T00:59:28.300-06:00</atom:updated><title>de puntos y comas</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Espejo nubloso al final de un callejón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;si me miras así no me dejas otra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;que seguir evitando tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estén&lt;/span&gt; solo en mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;entre abierta y silenciosa, esperando&lt;br /&gt;tu ataque, perseverante y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acidoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque lo que dejaste aquí de tu reflejo,&lt;br /&gt;hace imposible refractar otra cosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y nunca me ha gustado contemplar,&lt;br /&gt;una tina llena de recuerdos flotando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absurdos, y aunque el agua siga tibia,&lt;br /&gt;ese caldo de ideas siempre sabrá a veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;© Liza Lindmark&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/8004760616531662889-1489141968090662869?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/12/de-puntos-y-comas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-5299341876029896289</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-12T00:05:20.308-06:00</atom:updated><title>Simple daydream</title><description>Un día como hoy&lt;br /&gt;en que no dejo&lt;br /&gt;de pensarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese color se queda aquí&lt;br /&gt;abra o cierre los ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En una almohada como esta&lt;br /&gt;donde ese olor me azota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo es un día&lt;br /&gt;un día como hoy&lt;br /&gt;donde tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;se quedó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese sonidito matutino&lt;br /&gt;de una voz sin sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosquillitas como plumas nuevas&lt;br /&gt;en mi cuello salado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es un día&lt;br /&gt;donde lo que pienso&lt;br /&gt;es solo para hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5299341876029896289?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/12/simple-daydream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-6480229953636609022</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 08:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-11T02:58:40.037-06:00</atom:updated><title>and ill wait</title><description>Blind&lt;br /&gt;in an every day wish&lt;br /&gt;unwind&lt;br /&gt;like a very big fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow&lt;br /&gt;flow&lt;br /&gt;glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait&lt;br /&gt;come and lift my feet&lt;br /&gt;Imagine ignition&lt;br /&gt;smoke fiction&lt;br /&gt;a perfect moment&lt;br /&gt;and a perfect stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between us&lt;br /&gt;all this imagination&lt;br /&gt;can carry centuries of blood&lt;br /&gt;and careless anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-6480229953636609022?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-ill-wait.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-1249380066126779906</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 08:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-11T02:42:16.155-06:00</atom:updated><title>solo te</title><description>Sumérjete&lt;br /&gt;Báñate en azul&lt;br /&gt;y vamos a nadar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrévete&lt;br /&gt;Condénate en blanco&lt;br /&gt;y sigue tu papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjate&lt;br /&gt;Corre hacia la luna llena&lt;br /&gt;y deja aquí tu pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No preguntes más&lt;br /&gt;ni pienses más,&lt;br /&gt;si no es en estrenar&lt;br /&gt;y resbalar aqui cerquita&lt;br /&gt;englobando respiraciones y algo más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-1249380066126779906?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/12/solo-te.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-4148750426909496467</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 08:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-11T02:30:32.471-06:00</atom:updated><title>tranquila</title><description>Un momento&lt;br /&gt;quiero ver las cosas como son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni perfectas ni hechas jamón&lt;br /&gt;solo en mi espacio, en este rincón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si entiendes&lt;br /&gt;y no caes al revés, trae contigo el sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora te atreves&lt;br /&gt;y sabes, me quieres como soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-4148750426909496467?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/12/tranquila.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-626644869298658549</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 10:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-11T02:23:27.186-06:00</atom:updated><title>etiquetas de fragilidad</title><description>Una miradita guerrera&lt;br /&gt;una risita flirteosa&lt;br /&gt;una fracesita picante&lt;br /&gt;y una mentecita perverza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un cocktail de frivolidad&lt;br /&gt;agitado y coqueto&lt;br /&gt;empapando la camisa&lt;br /&gt;de un corazón vestido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quítate estas ropas&lt;br /&gt;mojadas y heladas&lt;br /&gt;que podría talvez&lt;br /&gt;darte otra pulmonía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-626644869298658549?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/12/etiquetas-de-fragilidad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-5699538430273837380</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 10:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-11T02:23:03.709-06:00</atom:updated><title>aquí</title><description>Quiero estar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un ratito más aquí&lt;br /&gt;aquí no importa nada&lt;br /&gt;aquí no siento frío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estando aquí&lt;br /&gt;ni las sombras me alcanzan&lt;br /&gt;ni sus sonrisas me rozan&lt;br /&gt;aquí no raspa nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque entera&lt;br /&gt;no esté ni aquí&lt;br /&gt;Quiero secuestrarme&lt;br /&gt;y contemplarte solo aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5699538430273837380?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/12/aqui.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-2891788023964981211</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 07:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T02:05:17.428-06:00</atom:updated><title>El pozo</title><description>Supiste hacerme reir&lt;br /&gt;sin etiqueta ni pena&lt;br /&gt;solo una promesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entreviendo una piel&lt;br /&gt;esta mesa sin cena&lt;br /&gt;expulsada y breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traviesa travesía&lt;br /&gt;cuando cala cada litro&lt;br /&gt; y termina lo potable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-2891788023964981211?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/12/el-pozo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-4825604828865198468</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 06:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T02:10:49.520-06:00</atom:updated><title>Noches</title><description>Azul encimado&lt;br /&gt;otoño azorado&lt;br /&gt;como en una burbuja&lt;br /&gt;un corazón enlatado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuna marfilada&lt;br /&gt;blanca y afilada&lt;br /&gt;como en un cuento&lt;br /&gt;una luz alquilada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frío ocurrente&lt;br /&gt;culpable y paciente&lt;br /&gt;como en un embrujo&lt;br /&gt;un cuadro sin mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliro pasmado&lt;br /&gt;agudo y grabado&lt;br /&gt;que en mi frente&lt;br /&gt;sigue estando guardado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-4825604828865198468?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/11/noches.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-6037086105127013700</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T02:10:03.530-06:00</atom:updated><title>este reflejo que no ves</title><description>Sin intento&lt;br /&gt;ni aliento&lt;br /&gt;detrás ahi voy&lt;br /&gt;como un sufijo&lt;br /&gt;tardío al final&lt;br /&gt;de una palabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrapada&lt;br /&gt;en un mueble&lt;br /&gt;rojo carmín&lt;br /&gt;con juicios a priori&lt;br /&gt;y yo con frío y&lt;br /&gt;sin calcetín&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concitando afectos&lt;br /&gt;y efectos abandonados&lt;br /&gt;bajo la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;para poder pensar&lt;br /&gt;bajo esta noche&lt;br /&gt;que llegó sin avisar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aclaro que barriendo&lt;br /&gt;las colillas que quedaron&lt;br /&gt;por fumarte mi alma&lt;br /&gt;si bien, no limpo&lt;br /&gt;al menos presentable&lt;br /&gt;queda el piso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-6037086105127013700?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/11/este-reflejo-que-no-ves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-7362755396475336415</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-15T11:42:00.386-05:00</atom:updated><title>Caminaré</title><description>Caminaré&lt;br /&gt;hasta el lugar&lt;br /&gt;donde el sol ya no está&lt;br /&gt;y su sombra solo se huele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminaré&lt;br /&gt;con los labios encendidos&lt;br /&gt;susurrando caminos&lt;br /&gt;que existen en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminaré&lt;br /&gt;hasta ahí&lt;br /&gt;con las manos ansiosas&lt;br /&gt;y descalza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminaré&lt;br /&gt;y si ese "ahí" no existe&lt;br /&gt;lo escribiré para ti&lt;br /&gt;porque quiero que me acompañes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-7362755396475336415?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/10/caminar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-5503822096281214323</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 08:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-28T14:04:00.028-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bang Bang</title><description>Una visita nocturna&lt;br /&gt;consecuencia sin causa&lt;br /&gt;anunciando un aguacero&lt;br /&gt;ahumado con vapor y especias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sabor de siempre&lt;br /&gt;dilatando mis pupilas&lt;br /&gt;perfección hecha luz&lt;br /&gt;sosegando el frío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cual esperado desafío&lt;br /&gt;se escuchan sin cesar&lt;br /&gt;expresiones sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;que no se hacen esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravedad hecha piel&lt;br /&gt;aplastando sentidos&lt;br /&gt;inventando galaxias&lt;br /&gt;con un solo respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insondable universo guardado&lt;br /&gt;en un mismo punto&lt;br /&gt;entoxicando kilometros enteros&lt;br /&gt;dosis adecuada en una cucharada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8004760616531662889-5503822096281214323?l=boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boilingthoughtsthatsooth.blogspot.com/2007/09/el-big-bang.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lizzie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8004760616531662889.post-2843620463063686334</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-24T16:25:26.575-05:00</atom:updated><title>Luna dile tu</title><description>Si no preguntaras&lt;br /&gt;tal vez me verías&lt;br /&gt;sentada en la sombra&lt;br /&gt;de un gran roble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viento apacible&lt;br /&gt;acariciando mi perfil&lt;br /&gt;el que alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;dejaste sin nombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dile&lt;/span&gt; tu&lt;br /&gt;como me llamo ahora&lt;br /&gt;que otras caricias&lt;br /&gt;me quitaron el hambre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Liza Lindmark&lt;div 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