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term='vampires'/><category term='theater'/><category term='amor'/><category term='mona'/><category term='dog'/><category term='star'/><category term='peter jackson'/><category term='book'/><category term='nostalgic'/><category term='abuela'/><category term='time'/><category term='lemonade'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='shyriu'/><category term='yugoslavia'/><category term='slip'/><category term='teresa'/><category term='ship'/><category term='god'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='your worst is the best'/><category term='caution'/><category term='juanes'/><category term='article'/><category term='fangorn'/><category term='snow'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='david'/><category term='jorge'/><category term='steven wilson'/><title type='text'>Executed</title><subtitle type='html'>Nobody cares. I really hope that my dream hasn't haunted you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>369</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-3050475592082761432</id><published>2011-11-02T21:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:14:29.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>Ella no soñó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-3050475592082761432?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/3050475592082761432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=3050475592082761432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3050475592082761432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3050475592082761432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2011/11/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-3218491534960309960</id><published>2011-11-01T20:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:17:28.554-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bite'/><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella estaba nerviosa. Tanto tiempo sin escribir sus sueños empezaba a volverse en su contra. La decisión se alejaba, reconociendo su derrota. Ella soñó con perros rabiosos, malos, que querían morderla. Vio collares en sus cuellos y por alguna desconocida razón le extrañó que no tuviesen manos. Ella espera que la rabia y la ira de otros seres no la ataque, de lo contrario tendrá que comprar un bozal para contenerlos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-3218491534960309960?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/3218491534960309960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=3218491534960309960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3218491534960309960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3218491534960309960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2011/11/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-2056523971909540587</id><published>2010-11-25T10:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:24:52.918-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocorosie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemonade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caía en medio de una noche coloreada de tonos verdes. El silencio la consumía como si su piel fuera de azúcar. No podía caminar, no sabía moverse. Veía con cierto recato el borde dibujado de un campo de trigo como los que solía visitar cuando era niña. Dentro del campo había gente, podía ver que estaban todos reunidos en torno a algo brillante. Era un vaso de limonada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tu3EcAHdHlE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tu3EcAHdHlE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-2056523971909540587?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/2056523971909540587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=2056523971909540587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2056523971909540587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2056523971909540587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/11/green.html' title='Green'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5705037246113600212</id><published>2010-06-21T16:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:05:07.554-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly'/><title type='text'>Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un perro mordía la cabeza de Mary con sus colmillos filosos. Nadie podía ayudarla, toda la gente andaba pendiente de encontrar el cadáver que había perdido su huesudo perro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5705037246113600212?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5705037246113600212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5705037246113600212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5705037246113600212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5705037246113600212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/06/dog.html' title='Dog'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5164217783130446669</id><published>2010-05-11T18:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:38:56.607-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Tomato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un tomate sonreía maliciosamente. Tenía en sus manos unos gajos de cebolla y un trozo de apio. El tomate decidió atentar contra un huevo que corría demasiado rápido para escaparse, y empezó a lanzarle las verduras. Mary, disfrazada con un traje azul, apareció para salvar al huevo. Agarró su delantal y empezó a capturar los proyectiles. Luego, sonó la puerta, Mary abrió, saludó a su familia, y empezó a cocinar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5164217783130446669?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5164217783130446669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5164217783130446669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5164217783130446669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5164217783130446669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/05/tomato.html' title='Tomato'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-6583414504667805566</id><published>2010-05-10T15:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:38:50.205-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary estaba en medio de un desierto. Hacía mucho calor, y ella se encontraba enferma. Le dolía el alma, y le dolía fuertemente. Hoy se despertó con dolor de cabeza... y aún lo tiene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-6583414504667805566?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/6583414504667805566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=6583414504667805566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6583414504667805566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6583414504667805566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/05/sand.html' title='Sand'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-6772862491754902082</id><published>2010-05-08T14:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:47:31.340-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanoparticles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you but I&apos;ve chosen darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumoral cells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyperthermia'/><title type='text'>Stamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary por estos días tiene una huella de tristeza en su rostro. Su mami anda enfernita, así que al estar lejos de ella, extrañarla le duele mucho. Mary logró sintetizar sus nanopartículas, soñó que cobraban vida, y que eran capaces de marcar las células tumorales para que el equipo de hipertermia las hicieran pedacitos de nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-6772862491754902082?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/6772862491754902082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=6772862491754902082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6772862491754902082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6772862491754902082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/05/stamp.html' title='Stamp'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4191241518461741514</id><published>2010-05-06T09:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:24:50.452-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pizza a la piedra. Una delicia. Mary preparó todo, organizó los platos, la mesa, las bebidas, todo. Felipe se encargaba de servir, y cuando tuvo que darle a ella comida, le sirvió arroz blanco con una tajada de pizza de un centímetro de ancho. Mary le pidió que le sirviera más, pero él no quería. Ella se enojó tanto, que esta mañana se despertó enojadísima y decidió almorzar pizza hoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4191241518461741514?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4191241518461741514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4191241518461741514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4191241518461741514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4191241518461741514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/05/stone.html' title='Stone'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5750737720919091524</id><published>2010-05-05T23:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:22:01.579-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cockroaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly'/><title type='text'>Cockroaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary anduvo sin internet. Anoche, un montón de cucarachas salían corriendo de su casa. Eran muchísimas, todas grandes, del tamaño de sus pies. Estaba aterrada por ellas, peleaba contra muchas, mientras Alex intentaba atrapar a la mariposa mamá que las había dejado en casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5750737720919091524?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5750737720919091524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5750737720919091524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5750737720919091524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5750737720919091524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/05/cockroaches.html' title='Cockroaches'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5536103422844303512</id><published>2010-05-03T12:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:03:31.636-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silverchair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carolina tenía cabello plateado, del cual salían enormes cuerdas engrosadas de hilos blancos con tejidos naranjas. Mary, dentro de su tienda de pelucas, le estaba probando un modelo hecho con arañas, grandes y pequeñas. Era tan exitosa su tienda, que muchas personas querían donar sus extremidades para un nuevo diseño, más excéntrico, pero más exclusivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5536103422844303512?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5536103422844303512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5536103422844303512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5536103422844303512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5536103422844303512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/05/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1442783987023372458</id><published>2010-05-02T14:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:54:29.240-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sra mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary estaba en lo alto de una montaña con sus invitados preparando una rica cena. Habían personas de toda la historia de Mary, del colegio, de la universidad, del instituto. Se asomó fuera de la cabaña en donde andaban cocinando, y se cayó en picada al suelo. Se despertó bañada en sangre, muy herida. Subió lentamente de nuevo la montaña, y entró en un cuarto en donde se encontraba su mamá preparando un guiso para la Sra. Mercedes, la tía abuela de Mary. Al verla ensangrentada, la mamá de Mary le pidió que se quitara trozos de la carne que estaba desprendida de sus brazos para ponérsela al guiso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1442783987023372458?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1442783987023372458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1442783987023372458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1442783987023372458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1442783987023372458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-2521197677175560696</id><published>2010-05-01T20:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:44:01.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><title type='text'>Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Mary le habían escondido a su novio, y en su lugar habían puesto un oso enorme, que no podía moverse porque estaba demasiado gordo. Mary andaba enojada con la gente porque no le querían decir donde estaba él. Y estaba tan enojada, que se puso a corretear gallinas por toda la avenida para que ellas la alegraran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-2521197677175560696?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/2521197677175560696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=2521197677175560696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2521197677175560696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2521197677175560696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/05/bear.html' title='Bear'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4367444147521426809</id><published>2010-04-30T22:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:02:46.422-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear'/><title type='text'>Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary se acostó ayer tardísimo. Soñó que en el colegio les colocaban campanas en las orejas a todos los estudiantes para que escucharan el llamado a clases, las cuales se dictaban en un salón dentro del cual llovían meteoritos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4367444147521426809?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4367444147521426809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4367444147521426809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4367444147521426809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4367444147521426809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/04/ears.html' title='Ears'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1456097634049788399</id><published>2010-04-29T09:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:47:20.461-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Tarantula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La ciudad, localizada sobre el Refugio Frey, estaba atestada de réplicas de Godzilla. Todos tenían cabeza verde, y resplandecían con una luz cegadora. Tenían patas pequeñas, y bailaban sin parar. Mary empezó a usar insecticida en varios rincones de la casa en donde vivía, que quedaba en la cima de la montaña. De repente, arañas de todos los tamaños empezaron a salir, y a atacar. Mary tomó dos tarántulas en su mano, y al tiempo que hacía crujir sus cuerpos entre sus manos, notaba como sus patas afiladas le traspasaban los huesos, y cómo los Godzilla huían despavoridos por esas amenazas de ocho patas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1456097634049788399?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1456097634049788399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1456097634049788399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1456097634049788399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1456097634049788399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/04/tarantula.html' title='Tarantula'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5740365238945401522</id><published>2010-04-28T23:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:36:32.215-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un búho llegó a la ventana de Mary, y suavemente entró por la abertura que el viento de vez en cuando decide habilitar. Luego, se sentó en la almohada, y le susurró al oído que podía estar tranquila, porque a pesar de cada experiencia que ella vive, aún le queda ser ella misma. Mary abrió los ojos a las 5:41am, y no pudo dormir más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5740365238945401522?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5740365238945401522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5740365238945401522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5740365238945401522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5740365238945401522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/04/owl.html' title='Owl'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5411955595184609577</id><published>2010-04-27T12:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:50:39.048-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary se despertó anoche con el sonido violento del viento contra su cabaña. En uno de esos escandalosos susurros se encontraba bailando en su sueño. Estaba en el refugio Frey, sobre la laguna danzaba con precisión, con gracia. Se sentía libre, hasta que descubrió que estaba atada al agua. No podía soltarse, ni salir. Se iba a ahogar. El despertador la salvó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5411955595184609577?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5411955595184609577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5411955595184609577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5411955595184609577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5411955595184609577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/04/wind.html' title='Wind'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8547804976522782266</id><published>2010-04-26T23:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:41:31.332-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hay experimentos que ocasionalmente se convierten en testigos de momentos que uno secretamente quisiera haber vivido de forma distinta. Y me pregunto porqué razón debería ser secreto el querer borrar instantes dolorosos, si equitativamente, borramos instantes alegres para no romper la simetría. Así podría mantenerse el régimen de emociones, sería simple controlar qué tanto de cada cosa recibe uno. Dosar las sensaciones. Pienso entonces que es una idea malévola, además de vacía. Me pregunto porqué no debería olvidar algunos malos momentos. La respuesta llega a mis oídos casi de inmediato. No haría nada, absolutamente nada, para borrar ni una sola sonrisa que ha visitado mi rostro. No puedo arriesgarme a perder el equilibrio de mi ser.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8547804976522782266?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8547804976522782266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8547804976522782266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8547804976522782266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8547804976522782266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/04/experiment.html' title='Experiment'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5524294670438185305</id><published>2010-03-25T15:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:48:20.512-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa fe'/><title type='text'>Santa Fe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary volvió. Durante la semana que estuvo en Santa Fe se enfermó, sufrió, anduvo, aprendió, se quedó, vino y estuvo, y al final se dio cuenta de que no era lo que ella buscaba exactamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5524294670438185305?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5524294670438185305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5524294670438185305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5524294670438185305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5524294670438185305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/03/santa-fe.html' title='Santa Fe'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4259429729566578345</id><published>2010-03-21T20:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:17:54.895-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porcupine tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you but I&apos;ve chosen darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ha sido largo tiempo el que ha pasado Mary tratando de volver. Su vida ha dado muchas vueltas, unas buenas y otras no tanto. En estos meses se dedicó a buscar oportunidades, trabajo en un país que no es el suyo, pero lo siente como propio. Encontró muchas, pero con ellas muchas decepciones también. Era un balance, una decisión. Finalmente, optó por una que aún está probando. Se mudó. Salió de Bariloche y se fue a Santa Fe, al norte de Buenos Aires. Y lo extraña mucho. Tanto, que no sabe si aguantará.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex retaba a Mary por comerse una ventana. Pero ella seguía mordiéndola, porque no salía sangre, sino agua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4259429729566578345?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4259429729566578345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4259429729566578345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4259429729566578345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4259429729566578345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/03/window.html' title='Window'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1715262618120171605</id><published>2010-01-14T11:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:45:57.611-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><title type='text'>Connected</title><content type='html'>Mary no tiene internet. Ha tenido sueños loquísimos, y otros no tanto. Está al borde del colapso, en una ciudad que no es la suya, con un futuro no definido. Se le pasará, digo yo, pero lo dudo ahora. La veo muy preocupada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1715262618120171605?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1715262618120171605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1715262618120171605' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1715262618120171605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1715262618120171605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/01/connected.html' title='Connected'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1741190568748576024</id><published>2010-01-02T22:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:00:14.477-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Otto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Escaló el cerro Otto, como hoy. Está agotada. Claro, el bosque de su sueño era notablemente diferente, tenía muchas ardillas y todas comían desesperadamente. Hoy, apenas vislumbró cóndores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1741190568748576024?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1741190568748576024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1741190568748576024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1741190568748576024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1741190568748576024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/01/otto.html' title='Otto'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8340791520380361248</id><published>2010-01-01T21:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:41:27.073-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary estaba en casa, con su familia. Veía a todos y cada uno de los seres que más ama cerca de ella, y se sentía completa. Necesitaba seguir reuniendo chocolates, porque se estaba armando una celebración tremenda, y ella quería aportar algo grande. En un momento, los perdió de vista a todos. Ella estaba esperando la respuesta, y tenía miedo de que no fuera positiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8340791520380361248?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8340791520380361248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8340791520380361248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8340791520380361248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8340791520380361248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5388564794407343881</id><published>2009-12-31T22:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:05:42.752-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un bosque. Mary cayendo entre hojas secas, riéndose por el sonido que producían. Ha sido un lindo año, y ella está muy feliz por haber tenido la bendición de vivirlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feliz año a todos. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5388564794407343881?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5388564794407343881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5388564794407343881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5388564794407343881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5388564794407343881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/12/year.html' title='Year'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5652069149397084874</id><published>2009-12-30T11:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:14:36.084-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>Murder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fue una pesadilla tremenda. Mary había ocasionado la muerte de alguien, y otra persona lo sabía. Debía cargar con un peso de una situación que no recordaba, y la torturaba todo el tiempo. Se despertó con la fea sensación de ser culpable, pero inmediatamente después reconoció que no había hecho nada así, y no lo haría, y se sintió reconfortada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5652069149397084874?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5652069149397084874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5652069149397084874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5652069149397084874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5652069149397084874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/12/murder.html' title='Murder'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-7034693413273274385</id><published>2009-12-29T18:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:20:02.441-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todo estaba hecho de nieve. Todo. Desde la ropa de la gente hasta la comida. Mary les advertía a todos, pero no querían escucharla. Ella sabía que después iban a quejarse por el dolor de dientes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-7034693413273274385?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/7034693413273274385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=7034693413273274385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7034693413273274385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7034693413273274385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-6231810715462614478</id><published>2009-12-28T11:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:01:14.867-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><title type='text'>Payment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Llegaba el día de pago, y a Mary le habían pasado un cheque con números ilegibles. Angustiada, buscó una lupa para ver la cantidad, y se dio cuenta de que no era el de ella. El suyo lo habían pegado a una bicicleta que caía sola por una pendiente, y que Mary debía alcanzar. Antes de salir tras la bicicleta, decidió volver a preguntar, pero ya todo se había desvanecido. Solamente le quedaban las ganas de reclamar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-6231810715462614478?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/6231810715462614478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=6231810715462614478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6231810715462614478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6231810715462614478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/12/payment.html' title='Payment'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-9209572842683525433</id><published>2009-12-27T14:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:57:50.090-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><title type='text'>Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary soñó que vivía en un iglú, porque el instituto estaba en el polo norte. Tenía miedo de esquiar para llegar a su oficina donde iba a sustentar su tesis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary no ha abandonado el blog. En el último tiempo no había tenido tiempo de actualizarlo, a pesar de la cantidad de sueños locos que la han visitado. Agradece a sus amigos la espera. Hoy volvió, y quiere compartir su alegría más reciente. Sabe que su ausencia valió la pena:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgyhorNqyOY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lgyhorNqyOY&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-9209572842683525433?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/9209572842683525433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=9209572842683525433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/9209572842683525433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/9209572842683525433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/12/master.html' title='Master'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5986373687213343986</id><published>2009-11-25T19:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:40:14.598-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary ha vuelto. Esta semana debe entregar la tesis de maestría terminada y corregida. Hoy su director le pidió que pusiera  más cosas, y en el afán de la situación la ha presionado más de lo que está. Menos mal el sábado se va para Rio de Janeiro, a descansar una semanita. Sus sueños han sido raros, pero no fuera de lo normal... excepto porque anoche, durante toda la noche, recuerda que trepó un árbol infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5986373687213343986?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5986373687213343986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5986373687213343986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5986373687213343986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5986373687213343986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-2878008582221779786</id><published>2009-11-23T13:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:57:16.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s oh so quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon touches your shoulder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary y Alex eran ancianos. Los padres de Mary, y la gente del instituto no habían cambiado. Vivían en Bariloche, aunque la ciudad no parecía ser la misma. Mary cocinaba, mientras su mamá la apuraba porque la gente tenía hambre. Alex se acercaba, y Mary le decía que no se preocupara, que ya casi todo estaría listo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-2878008582221779786?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/2878008582221779786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=2878008582221779786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2878008582221779786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2878008582221779786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/old.html' title='Old'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4284757723200471960</id><published>2009-11-22T19:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:13:17.920-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary no ha regresado para contarme sus sueños, porque anda pasando por una situación difícil. A veces la veo sentada mirando a la nada, concentrada en la figura de su pasado. En otras ocasiones se queda silenciosa mirando al cielo, y empieza a llorar. Un día, inclusive, sin motivo aparente, se quedó detenida en sesenta minutos eternos. Mary me prometió contarme sus sueños cuando algo mejore. Prometo seguir pronto, dijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4284757723200471960?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4284757723200471960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4284757723200471960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4284757723200471960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4284757723200471960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/voice.html' title='Voice'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8715393483404841084</id><published>2009-11-17T18:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:38:09.599-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><title type='text'>Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nadie la invitó a soñar, pero igual soñó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8715393483404841084?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8715393483404841084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8715393483404841084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8715393483404841084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8715393483404841084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/invitation.html' title='Invitation'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-7340754529494298446</id><published>2009-11-16T14:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:22:02.219-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunter'/><title type='text'>Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hay un par de chicos que Mary siente que debe golpear. No le gusta que gente así se meta en su vida, le resulta molesto. Esta vez hablan de ella. A ellos los cazaba. Les lanzaba un lazo para amarrarlos, y arrastrarlos hasta un abismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-7340754529494298446?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/7340754529494298446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=7340754529494298446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7340754529494298446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7340754529494298446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunting.html' title='Hunting'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5261811266359835588</id><published>2009-11-15T06:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:37:08.872-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Mary se le caían los dedos, y buscaba cinta desesperadamente para poder pegárselos otra vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5261811266359835588?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5261811266359835588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5261811266359835588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5261811266359835588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5261811266359835588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/fingers.html' title='Fingers'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5337278079918396736</id><published>2009-11-13T15:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:55:20.379-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><title type='text'>Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El perro tenía pelos azules, blancos y verdes. Naturales todos. Mary estaba en el Cerro Catedral, lista para esquiar, sin miedo a caerse y golpearse. No podía vislumbrar la montaña, solamente veía una línea que separaba la pista de un agujero  negro. Cuando se lanzó, el perro se enredó en una de sus botas, y Mary quería soltarlo, pero estaban llegando al agujero, y si lo intentaba, seguramente iban a sufrir los dos. Mary decidió entonces frenar con su cuerpo, lanzándose al vacío, para salvar al perro. Cuando atravesó el umbral del agujero, cayó en la mitad de una oficina, en donde la gente hacía fila para reclamar el boleto de vuelta para seguir viendo la película.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5337278079918396736?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5337278079918396736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5337278079918396736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5337278079918396736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5337278079918396736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/dog.html' title='Dog'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-6160037532424138615</id><published>2009-11-12T09:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:55:16.583-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delirium'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maria elena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El martes en la noche Mary no logró dormir bien, así que su sueño se quedó suspendido en algún punto en donde no hay novedad. Ayer, sin embargo, a pesar del dolor de cabeza que rondaba a Mary, ella logró conciliar el sueño. Se encontró en una casa muy grande, llena de maletas. Buscaba una desesperadamente, sin saber cuál. Sus amigas estaban boca arriba, colgadas del techo mientras tomaban té. Mary no podía explicarse cómo habían evadido la fuerza de gravedad, hasta que se quedó contemplando un espejo, y se dió cuenta que era ella la que andaba al revés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-6160037532424138615?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/6160037532424138615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=6160037532424138615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6160037532424138615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6160037532424138615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/tea.html' title='Tea'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5242649740751959220</id><published>2009-11-10T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:47:24.857-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Moths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary estaba encerrada en su oficina, que estaba llena de polillas. Se sacudía con fuerza, pero las polillas no la dejaban respirar. Mary tomó el teléfono para pedir ayuda, y antes de que marcara algún número las polillas se hicieron cenizas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5242649740751959220?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5242649740751959220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5242649740751959220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5242649740751959220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5242649740751959220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/moths.html' title='Moths'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-751002814741160591</id><published>2009-11-09T18:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:57:19.674-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porcupine tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird'/><title type='text'>Pine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary estaba colgada de un árbol, jugando con una rama que estaba casi quebrada. Se balanceaba al son de un pájaro deforme que parecía estar planeando llevársela como presa. Mary vio a un cazador apuntándole al pájaro, aunque no reconoció su rostro, intuyó que era principiante, porque apuntaba la escopeta hacia el suelo, no hacia arriba. La rama empezó a crecer apresuradamente, y se enredó con el cabello de Mary. Ella no intentó soltarse, y cuando la rama se hizo muy grande, Mary supo que estaría para siempre atada a esa rama. Y le gustaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-751002814741160591?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/751002814741160591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=751002814741160591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/751002814741160591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/751002814741160591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/pine.html' title='Pine'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4564242279904273656</id><published>2009-11-08T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:27:48.663-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><title type='text'>Hit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayer Mary golpeaba a una chica con un palo. De verdad, Mary no es tan violenta, y la chica no le cae mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4564242279904273656?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4564242279904273656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4564242279904273656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4564242279904273656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4564242279904273656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/hit.html' title='Hit'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-3060528797848645759</id><published>2009-11-07T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:45:20.607-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><title type='text'>Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soñó que estaba en la playa, y estaba Gabriela, Federico, y algunos otros amigos de Mary. Todos iban con vestidos largos, pero Mary iba en short, y por eso la miraban raro. Se vino una tormenta de arena, y tuvieron que correr a refugiarse a una casa en la que todos compartían una cantidad excesiva de habitaciones, todas con puertas para interconectarlos a todos. Mary apenas recuerda la cara de su compañera de cuarto, a la que le tenía miedo porque quería darle un beso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-3060528797848645759?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/3060528797848645759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=3060528797848645759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3060528797848645759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3060528797848645759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/sand.html' title='Sand'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4108456026306668176</id><published>2009-11-06T16:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:18:37.432-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that i would be good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...y le brinda una sola flor que lo libera de su dolor"&lt;/i&gt;. Mary cantaba Dolor, de Los Telebolitos, mientras tejía una inmensa cobija. Las agujas eran enormes, y ella casi que debía emplear toda su fuerza para formar los lazos. Cuando parecía estar terminando el infinito tejido, cayó en la cuenta de que se estaba acabando la lana. Decidió entonces arrancarse hilos de su cabello, para poder finalizar su labor, pero no pudo, ya estaba calva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4108456026306668176?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4108456026306668176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4108456026306668176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4108456026306668176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4108456026306668176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-7831646972696222421</id><published>2009-11-04T09:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:59:20.008-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><title type='text'>Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Habían muchas hojas cayendo, como en otoño. Mary podía caminar encima de ellas, sentir el sonido cuando las quebraba. De pronto, sintió que algo estaba mal. No podía moverse, y empezó a caer. Cuando se fijó, ella también era una hoja, una recién caída.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-7831646972696222421?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/7831646972696222421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=7831646972696222421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7831646972696222421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7831646972696222421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/leaves.html' title='Leaves'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8212272523400355246</id><published>2009-11-03T14:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:51:48.734-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabriela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gabriela estaba dándole vueltas a una enorme bola de lana. Todo el mundo buscaba el extremo de la lana, pero no lo encontraban. Mary lo tenía escondido en el bolsillo, y permanecía buscando también para que nadie se diera cuenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8212272523400355246?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8212272523400355246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8212272523400355246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8212272523400355246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8212272523400355246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/game.html' title='Game'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-786080088760242340</id><published>2009-11-02T10:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:46:39.412-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary quería darse un baño, pero el baño estaba en un cuarto sin techo, en el primer nivel de un edificio. Alrededor habían dos edificios más, y en cada uno, en el tercer y quinto piso respectivamente, se encontraban tres personas. Mary quería que se escondieran, para poder bañarse, pero se hizo difícil la situación. Al final no se fueron, y Mary se despertó con la sensación de necesitar un buen baño, en su cuarto, sin que nadie estuviera mirando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-786080088760242340?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/786080088760242340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=786080088760242340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/786080088760242340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/786080088760242340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/bath.html' title='Bath'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5429848743061977025</id><published>2009-11-01T15:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:52:20.837-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary no se pudo disfrazar. Soñó que estaba en una clase de modelaje. Todas las personas llevaban disfraz, pero no podían verlo entre ellas. Mary se puso a perseguir a alguien que iba disfrazado de espejo, porque quería saber cuál era el suyo. Cuando lo alcanzó, se dio cuenta de que ella era también un espejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5429848743061977025?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5429848743061977025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5429848743061977025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5429848743061977025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5429848743061977025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/11/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8516159310840852542</id><published>2009-10-31T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:49:32.539-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Morning dreams come true...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si, Mary está enamorada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8516159310840852542?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8516159310840852542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8516159310840852542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8516159310840852542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8516159310840852542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-2026016237884514777</id><published>2009-10-30T15:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:48:19.170-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you but I&apos;ve chosen darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muchos libros iban a visitar a Mary. Sus amigos de la infancia, sus cómplices de la adolescencia, sus confidentes de la juventud. Era tan feliz, que no hace más que seguir deseando más y más libros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-2026016237884514777?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/2026016237884514777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=2026016237884514777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2026016237884514777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2026016237884514777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/book.html' title='Book'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-464333839690238377</id><published>2009-10-29T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:59:58.826-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><title type='text'>Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary tenía una ardilla en la espalda. Era la culpable del dolor de huesos que se ha instalado en su omóplato izquierdo. Mary no quería que siguiera ahí, pero era tan tierna que le puso avellanas para que comiera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-464333839690238377?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/464333839690238377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=464333839690238377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/464333839690238377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/464333839690238377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/squirrel.html' title='Squirrel'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-9059533143259473864</id><published>2009-10-28T15:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:10:00.603-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claudia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabriela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Las tres perseguían a ese chico para ponerlo a cargar unos troncos de árboles, porque las había obligado a ponerse un disfraz de barbies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-9059533143259473864?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/9059533143259473864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=9059533143259473864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/9059533143259473864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/9059533143259473864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/costume.html' title='Costume'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-6226468476649825215</id><published>2009-10-27T10:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:06:49.608-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sky moves sideways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary ayer tuvo un sueño hermoso, después de enterarse que su mamá sobrevivió a la cirugía. El riesgo era altísimo, y toda su familia estaba colapsada alrededor de eso. Mary igual. Andaba muy triste, muy preocupada. Ayer pudo descansar. Se fue el dolor de su cuello, y su corazón se llenó de felicidad porque pudo hablar con su mami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-6226468476649825215?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/6226468476649825215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=6226468476649825215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6226468476649825215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6226468476649825215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/risk.html' title='Risk'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-2641582791219878779</id><published>2009-10-26T14:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:42:58.956-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary estuvo algunos días lejos de internet, aunque siguió contándome sus sueños. Ayer casi no durmió, anda en un estado de terrible angustia. Hoy Mary está preocupada, pero tiene esperanza en que todo saldrá bien. Por ahora sus sentidos están al lado de su mami, a pesar de que la lejanía física les impida estar cerca. Ojalá todo salga bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-2641582791219878779?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/2641582791219878779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=2641582791219878779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2641582791219878779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2641582791219878779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-914627876536448506</id><published>2009-10-24T09:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:33:23.444-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En la habitación de Mary, se encontraban muchas personas. Mary no tenía internet, estaba desesperada por conectarse, y en medio de la multitud buscaba angustiada un enchufe para poder conectar la licuadora y empezar a chatear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-914627876536448506?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/914627876536448506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=914627876536448506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/914627876536448506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/914627876536448506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/internet.html' title='Internet'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1191476265633621134</id><published>2009-10-23T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:31:12.145-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangorn'/><title type='text'>Fangorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Una estrella colapsaba alrededor de la imagen que Mary había estado pintando en un cuadro de colores. Recuerda los tonos verdes que parecían hacer parte de un bosque de árboles enanos. Todo era un pequeño Fangorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1191476265633621134?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1191476265633621134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1191476265633621134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1191476265633621134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1191476265633621134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/fangorn.html' title='Fangorn'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4511146831155230654</id><published>2009-10-22T11:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:13:10.125-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mario'/><title type='text'>Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary ayer estaba molesta con ese individuo que habla cosas de ella que no tiene idea de qué significan en su vida. Soñó que lo cazaba y lo hería, y se despertó pensando en que no vale la pena hacerle caso a una persona así. Mejor sigue feliz por compartir con su bonito tanto tiempo de calidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4511146831155230654?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4511146831155230654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4511146831155230654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4511146831155230654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4511146831155230654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/hunting.html' title='Hunting'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-229494195693849763</id><published>2009-10-20T22:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:14:58.790-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle for the sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunny'/><title type='text'>Sunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Habían muchos rostros, de distintos colores. Todos estaban tomando el sol en la playa que Mary más disfrutó en Viña del Mar. Quizá Mary tenga ganas de días soleados, que reflejen el cambio que se está dando en su interior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-229494195693849763?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/229494195693849763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=229494195693849763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/229494195693849763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/229494195693849763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunny.html' title='Sunny'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-7669146264616133565</id><published>2009-10-19T09:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:30:08.460-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='within temptation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steven wilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un concierto. Within Temptation en todo su esplendor. Ella vestida de rojo, con un traje largo, de terciopelo. En el fondo, personas que conoce de hace muchos años, entonando canciones como coral de la banda. Steven Wilson, sentado frente al escenario, filmando la presentación. Al fondo, muchas almas, todas vacías.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-7669146264616133565?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/7669146264616133565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=7669146264616133565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7669146264616133565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7669146264616133565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-3351940658693144204</id><published>2009-10-18T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:26:23.636-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spallation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scream'/><title type='text'>Buses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vértigo, mucho. Mary iba en un colectivo, que debía tomar impulso por un largo trayecto para después lanzarse al aire, y caer con una inclinación de 90 grados, para cruzarse después con aviones de LAN que arrastraban a las personas a una plataforma para lanzarlas en paracaídas a otra parada. Algo debió pasarle a Mary, tuvo uno de esos sueños que la hacen despertarse con miedo a las caídas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-3351940658693144204?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/3351940658693144204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=3351940658693144204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3351940658693144204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3351940658693144204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/buses.html' title='Buses'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1942697767424363963</id><published>2009-10-16T09:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:48:35.931-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='björk'/><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary soñó por vez primera con el objeto de su felicidad por estos días. Tiene una mirada mezcla de tristeza por su mami, y de felicidad por él. Ha conocido a alguien. Subrepticiamente se desliza todas las noches, desde hace varias, para caminar con el sujeto de su dicha. Ya no pasea antes de dormir solamente porque le gusta caminar, ahora lo hace porque quiere verlo. Mary ayer soñó con él. Se lo imaginó en medio de un concierto de Björk, y mientras él cantaba, ella se sonreía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1942697767424363963?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1942697767424363963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1942697767424363963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1942697767424363963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1942697767424363963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-764059755481592928</id><published>2009-10-15T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:59:01.612-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><title type='text'>Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Él estuvo ahí. Nuevamente, con todo el control del asunto. Sin límites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-764059755481592928?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/764059755481592928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=764059755481592928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/764059755481592928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/764059755481592928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/limits.html' title='Limits'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-2778545264828400713</id><published>2009-10-14T15:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:01:48.084-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you but I&apos;ve chosen darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Owls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary olvidó contarme su sueño ayer. Anoche, por el contrario, se soñó con él. Hay tanta tranquilidad cuando está cerca suyo, tanto equilibrio. Mary está, por usar algún adjetivo apropiado, fascinada. Ayer bailó en su sueño dentro de un bosque lleno de búhos. Todos la miraban, y todos bailaban con ella. Era Alicia, en un capítulo perdido. Era ella, a pesar del dolor que le causa saber que su mamá está enferma, Mary está optimista. Mary quiere creer que merece ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-2778545264828400713?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/2778545264828400713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=2778545264828400713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2778545264828400713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2778545264828400713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/owls.html' title='Owls'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-779320465344451830</id><published>2009-10-12T12:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:42:44.383-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella tenía un vestido blanco y plata, que resaltaba sus ojos grises. Mary la miraba, tratando de saber quién era. Reconoció una tenue línea en la curvatura de su sonrisa, que le recordaba cuán sola se sigue sintiendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-779320465344451830?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/779320465344451830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=779320465344451830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/779320465344451830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/779320465344451830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/dress.html' title='Dress'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-3614965316604221864</id><published>2009-10-11T20:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:20:22.233-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye mask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bailaban. Muchas personas celebraban el suceso, contaban historias del futuro, tejían mentiras de papel. Mary se puso en el medio del salón. Con todas las fuerzas de su voz, lo llamó por su nombre. Él se acercó. Ella se prometió olvidarlo, y lo hará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-3614965316604221864?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/3614965316604221864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=3614965316604221864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3614965316604221864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3614965316604221864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/mask.html' title='Mask'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-569223147304325509</id><published>2009-10-10T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:08:47.226-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se sentó atrás, de espaldas a ella. No la vio llorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-569223147304325509?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/569223147304325509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=569223147304325509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/569223147304325509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/569223147304325509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-6016392487364220701</id><published>2009-10-08T23:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:25:04.672-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>Hola insomio, dice Mary de nuevo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-6016392487364220701?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/6016392487364220701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=6016392487364220701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6016392487364220701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6016392487364220701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1924508056703564652</id><published>2009-10-07T09:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:47:40.858-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloomy sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabriela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dos días. Muchas cosas ha soñado Mary en estos dos días. El domingo en la noche, Mary soñó que vivía dentro de la corteza de un árbol, comiendo avellanas como una ardilla. El lunes, soñó que lo veía, y que él se daba vuelta para evitar mirarla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anoche, soñó que jugaba como cuando era niña, pero siendo adulta, como ahora. Estaba con Gabriel, un buen amigo de ella que ahora planea su boda. Ayer Mary habló con él, quedó bastante sorprendida recordando tantos y tan buenos momentos que pasaron en la época del colegio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah si, también, a lo lejos, Mary le gritaba: "Lars*, Gabriela te quiere!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nombre cambiado a petición de Gabriela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1924508056703564652?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1924508056703564652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1924508056703564652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1924508056703564652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1924508056703564652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8637932263395443505</id><published>2009-10-04T21:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:04:33.618-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better days will come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Juanes quería irse en el avión de Mary. Ella quería llegar a la ciudad, para rescatar a un montón de niños de alguna amenaza que no conocía. Luis ayudaba a muchas personas a llevar enormes canastas de madera en medio de un río. Mary se despertó con la sensación de que una tragedia se aproxima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8637932263395443505?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8637932263395443505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8637932263395443505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8637932263395443505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8637932263395443505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1459508522172779056</id><published>2009-10-03T20:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:28:36.753-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crocodile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunter'/><title type='text'>Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un cocodrilo quería morder a Mary. Ella estaba en una habitación, e intentaba contener la puerta. Se quejó: "no, así no, ni se te ocurra morderme". El cocodrilo se levantó, se quitó el disfraz, entró tranquilamente y le dijo: "tranquila, solamente estamos jugando". Se salió de la habitación, se puso el disfraz de nuevo, y la cacería comenzó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1459508522172779056?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1459508522172779056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1459508522172779056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1459508522172779056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1459508522172779056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/mouth.html' title='Mouth'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-107802501138360806</id><published>2009-10-02T11:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:48:00.190-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yugoslavia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon touches your shoulder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary, son las 8.15, levántate - dijo Luis. Y Mary abrió los ojos. Se despertó después de haber soñado con alguien que no conoce, en un lugar que no recuerda. Se encontraba con un amigo suyo, quien le pedía 15 barras de arroz tostado traído directamente de yugoslavia, petición que Mary no podía cumplir porque aún estaba perdida en el Centro Atómico, y no sabía en qué lugar habían dejado su habitación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-107802501138360806?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/107802501138360806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=107802501138360806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/107802501138360806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/107802501138360806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/room.html' title='Room'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-7801238121929218437</id><published>2009-10-01T09:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:50:00.637-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Violet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary, a sus 25 años, soñó que tenía una casa en medio de un bosque. En el medio de la casa, había una fuente de color violeta. Muchos de sus amigos estaban alrededor de la fuente, mirando al centro. Mary se aproximó lentamente, tenía miedo de mirar y encontrarse con algo terrible. Cuando se acercó, notó que al fondo había un espejo que reflejaba al revés. La óptica geométrica no funcionó en su fuente de color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-7801238121929218437?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/7801238121929218437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=7801238121929218437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7801238121929218437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7801238121929218437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/10/violet.html' title='Violet'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8084137804426451389</id><published>2009-09-30T10:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:10:28.281-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colombia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you but I&apos;ve chosen darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayer Mary soñó que ya tenía 25 años. Había llegado el día de su cumpleaños. Estaba en la sala de su casa, con su familia, que tanto extraña. Todos aplaudían, le decían que la torta había quedado muy rica, y Mary se despertó con cara de pastel. Está feliz con todas las bendiciones que ha recibido, y quiere que esa sonrisa no se borre en varios días.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8084137804426451389?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8084137804426451389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8084137804426451389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8084137804426451389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8084137804426451389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-2962683055803950035</id><published>2009-09-29T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:27:00.267-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scholarship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iaea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivan'/><title type='text'>Muscles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iván tenía una novia. Le decía a Mary que aprovecharía las becas de la IAEA, que en la Universidad habían muchas posibilidades de sacar adelante el proyecto de estiramiento muscular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-2962683055803950035?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/2962683055803950035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=2962683055803950035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2962683055803950035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2962683055803950035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/muscles.html' title='Muscles'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8211336983164128641</id><published>2009-09-28T11:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:29:56.686-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catedral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Ski</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary ayer se fue al Cerro Catedral. Había soñado la noche anterior con una avalancha que no la dejó dormir. Anoche, el dolor en sus músculos tampoco la dejó dormir. Hoy tiene una sonrisa enorme, porque descubrió que la paz que ofrece esquiar, no tiene comparación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8211336983164128641?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8211336983164128641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8211336983164128641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8211336983164128641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8211336983164128641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/ski.html' title='Ski'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8212402691347640470</id><published>2009-09-26T13:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:30:01.157-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colombia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carlos vives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vallenato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartagena'/><title type='text'>Coral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary le hacía coros a Carlos Vives, en un concierto que daba en Cartagena. Las fanáticas intentaban subirse a la tarima, pero Mary atravesaba un pie y les hacía zancadilla para impedirlo. Además, le molestaba que no pudiera compartir el caldo de pollo que recibían los espectadores a la entrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8212402691347640470?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8212402691347640470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8212402691347640470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8212402691347640470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8212402691347640470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/coral.html' title='Coral'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1970802435169349673</id><published>2009-09-25T10:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:40:38.193-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary se iba al Valle Encantado por la semanita. Pasaba de un auto a una montaña, y casi tocaba las nubes. Empezó a bailar en la cima de un volcán, gritando al abismo, desahogándose. Mary quiere hacer eso esta semana. Esta mañana se despertó con la convicción de contratar la excursión.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1970802435169349673?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1970802435169349673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1970802435169349673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1970802435169349673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1970802435169349673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/charming.html' title='Charming'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-9056735036448135319</id><published>2009-09-24T23:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:38:10.951-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advisor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Advisor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Llegaba un nuevo consejero. Para su tesis. Ahora iba a ser dirigida por Nico. Mary recordó la silueta de sus facciones con una perfección impresionante, con la precisión que ahora debe mantener para seguir con el plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-9056735036448135319?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/9056735036448135319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=9056735036448135319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/9056735036448135319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/9056735036448135319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/advisor.html' title='Advisor'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8466957106483930382</id><published>2009-09-23T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:48:18.452-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Su mami le decía: "no te vayas por el mal camino... vuelve al bueno, muñeca". Mary hoy estuvo muy pensativa. Creo que está consciente de que no anda por un mal rumbo, pero nunca se sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8466957106483930382?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8466957106483930382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8466957106483930382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8466957106483930382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8466957106483930382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/devil.html' title='Devil'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-53397806264265719</id><published>2009-09-21T09:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:26:36.520-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary estaba en un parque. Caía nieve, pero era caliente. Eran como pedazos de sol. No quemaban, apenas le otorgaban al paisaje trozos de lindo color. Había un árbol grande que se mecía en el medio del parque, junto a una fuente. A los pies del árbol, se encontraba una silla. Grande, de madera. Sobre ésta estaban los gemelos. Jugaban. Mary los contempló durante todo su sueño. Los extraña, le hacen falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-53397806264265719?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/53397806264265719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=53397806264265719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/53397806264265719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/53397806264265719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/sun.html' title='Sun'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-7749793884717297394</id><published>2009-09-20T20:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:46:24.526-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirsty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary ha estado enferma. Me dijo que hoy no contaría sus sueños, porque en medio del delirio de la fiebre, la hicieron llorar. Me dijo también que no hay mejoría en los asuntos del corazón. Después me miró, y se acostó para reposar. Lo veo en sus ojos. Lo veo venir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-7749793884717297394?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/7749793884717297394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=7749793884717297394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7749793884717297394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7749793884717297394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4401749756424829331</id><published>2009-09-18T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:45:52.264-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><title type='text'>Brocoli</title><content type='html'>Mary tenía un brócoli gigante para ella sola, y era feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4401749756424829331?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4401749756424829331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4401749756424829331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4401749756424829331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4401749756424829331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/brocoli.html' title='Brocoli'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-662945465432698769</id><published>2009-09-17T12:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:19:54.228-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='combat'/><title type='text'>Fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En la clase de body combat, Mary disfrutó mucho luchar contra un alguien invisible. Se soñó peleando con su amigo, y el sonido de ella hablándole a la nada la despertó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-662945465432698769?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/662945465432698769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=662945465432698769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/662945465432698769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/662945465432698769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/runaway.html' title='Fighter'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-2492412577070841085</id><published>2009-09-16T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:16:39.159-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><title type='text'>Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary corría. Como Forrest Gump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-2492412577070841085?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/2492412577070841085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=2492412577070841085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2492412577070841085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2492412577070841085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-1745063201316464039</id><published>2009-09-15T15:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:55:45.948-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary sostenía una conversación con él. Le decía que debía despertarse temprano, y cuando sonó la alarma, le pidió excusas al personaje de su sueño, y abrió los ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-1745063201316464039?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/1745063201316464039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=1745063201316464039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1745063201316464039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/1745063201316464039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/alarm.html' title='Alarm'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-3960616271051962298</id><published>2009-09-14T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:56:43.483-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary soñó que no tenía sueños, e iba a una tienda del centro para comprar algunos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-3960616271051962298?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/3960616271051962298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=3960616271051962298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3960616271051962298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3960616271051962298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/store.html' title='Store'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4177477760268950661</id><published>2009-09-13T23:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:01:02.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguien la regañaba. Le decía que ya estaba cansado de que Mary no dejara de estar triste, que se estaba aburriendo de que sus ojos anduvieran ocultando tantas cosas. Mary se enojó y empezó a correr, hasta que llegó a la puerta de su casa, pero nadie le abrió.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4177477760268950661?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4177477760268950661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4177477760268950661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4177477760268950661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4177477760268950661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4523939673881744224</id><published>2009-09-12T21:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:12:33.879-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><title type='text'>Spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary se soñó que era una araña. Y le gustó. Tenía que tejer una red para poder salir de la cueva en la que estaba. Mary no sabía como tejer, y prefirió ponerse a bailar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4523939673881744224?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4523939673881744224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4523939673881744224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4523939673881744224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4523939673881744224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/spider.html' title='Spider'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4250043180444954305</id><published>2009-09-11T12:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:56:34.068-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunter'/><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary soñó con el día en que &lt;a href="http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2008/10/smile.html" target="_blank"&gt;se lo dijo&lt;/a&gt;. Volvió a ver de nuevo la expresión de sus ojos, y sintió la sensación de paz antes de verlo. Soñó que esta vez, ambos lloraban. Ella quería abrazarlo, pero no podía. Su maqueta iba a derrumbarse, la estructura iba a quebrarse. Él sacó el cuchillo. Ella lloró antes del golpe. La marca que se hizo en su mano se parecía a la luna. No salía sangre. Mary se asustó porque se dio cuenta de que no era él. No había nadie. Estaba sola. Se había lastimado sola. Hoy se despertó tranquila, peinó su cabello y no se puso maquillaje. Hoy Mary se siente una persona distinta, y le gusta pensar que a pesar de todo, lastimarse no es una opción.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4250043180444954305?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4250043180444954305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4250043180444954305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4250043180444954305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4250043180444954305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8142535418641542659</id><published>2009-09-10T09:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:30:48.144-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porcupine tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steven wilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sky moves sideways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the moon touches your shoulder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Acoustic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Steven Wilson tocaba &lt;i&gt;The moon touches your shoulder&lt;/i&gt;, una canción de Porcupine Tree que a Mary le encanta. Ella estaba acostada, y a su lado estaba Luis. Estaban concentrados en el concierto que ofrecía dicho genio del rock progresivo, mientras se quedaban quietos, contemplando cómo las notas del &lt;i&gt;The Sky Moves Sideways&lt;/i&gt; se materializaban frente a  sus ojos. El sonido del despertador interrumpió la canción, y mientras Mary lo apagaba y se despertaba, pidió disculpas a ambos acompañantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8142535418641542659?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8142535418641542659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8142535418641542659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8142535418641542659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8142535418641542659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/acoustic.html' title='Acoustic'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8806351232851756923</id><published>2009-09-09T12:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:18:19.642-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicolás'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rodrigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian molko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liliana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eri'/><title type='text'>Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary sonó que era una muñeca de juguete. Estaba vestida como una bailarina de cancán, y esperaba en una habitación donde todo el mundo hablaba, el discurso que iba a dar Brian Molko acerca de las enfermedades del corazón. Se acercó Nicolás, y la saludó con un beso. Luego vino Rodrigo, e hizo lo mismo. Luego llegó Pedro, y repitió la escena. Mary vio a Liliana hablando de su trabajo con Erika, y todas le confirmaban con terrible pesar, que si, que Mary era un juguete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8806351232851756923?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8806351232851756923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8806351232851756923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8806351232851756923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8806351232851756923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/doll.html' title='Doll'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-4883333622386299195</id><published>2009-09-08T23:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:14:23.739-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spallation'/><title type='text'>Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spallation. Mary necesitaba hablar, pero no podía. Mary era una de sus nanopartículas, no podía verse, no podía alinearse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-4883333622386299195?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/4883333622386299195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=4883333622386299195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4883333622386299195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/4883333622386299195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/humour.html' title='Humour'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-6293513868221342808</id><published>2009-09-07T09:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:12:17.133-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary bailaba con algunas de sus compañeras del colegio. De pronto, todas empezaron a gritar, a gritar muy fuerte, muy alto. Hacían un sonido estridente. Y Mary se despertó. Como es habitual, siempre más temprano que su despertador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-6293513868221342808?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/6293513868221342808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=6293513868221342808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6293513868221342808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6293513868221342808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-3791808984495445774</id><published>2009-09-06T21:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:09:32.494-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary preparaba algo de comida en la cocina. Estaba intentando prender la estufa, pero hubo una explosión, y ella apareció en una piscina llena de sangre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-3791808984495445774?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/3791808984495445774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=3791808984495445774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3791808984495445774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3791808984495445774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-6184830761834795749</id><published>2009-09-05T21:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:55:46.009-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emmanuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you but I&apos;ve chosen darkness'/><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary se vio hablando con Emmanuel. Él le estaba contando que le dolía el corazón, por el lado de los sentimientos. Le dijo que lo habían lastimado, y que la herida parecía ser no tan profunda, pero si muy delicada. Era posible que necesitara una transfusión urgente, de lo contrario podría perder el sentido del amor. Mary se preocupó, porque ella tenía síntomas similares. Quizá ella también debía visitar al doctor, aunque en la sala que estaban se desarrollaba un partido de fútbol del cual les era muy difícil salir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-6184830761834795749?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/6184830761834795749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=6184830761834795749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6184830761834795749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6184830761834795749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5204185434586223557</id><published>2009-09-04T09:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:54:23.696-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you but I&apos;ve chosen darkness'/><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary despertó rota. Lo soñó de nuevo, todo, y se quebró por la línea de la confianza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5204185434586223557?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5204185434586223557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5204185434586223557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5204185434586223557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5204185434586223557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-3082476908049810526</id><published>2009-09-03T21:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:16:59.993-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La imagen de la canción de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_GzPCJWTmE" target="_blank"&gt;Marillion&lt;/a&gt;. Era todo pura poesía. Un cielo naranja, con un gato azul encima de un piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-3082476908049810526?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/3082476908049810526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=3082476908049810526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3082476908049810526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3082476908049810526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-7030337373305661057</id><published>2009-09-02T09:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:09:35.208-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='federico'/><title type='text'>Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estaba en un castillo. Alguien los obligaba a todos a permanecer juntos, así que Mary terminó casándose con Federico, esperando que nadie se diera cuenta para evitar que la novia de su nuevo esposo se molestara con él. Tenían que resolver un crimen, cuyos motivos y móvil eran desconocidos. Mary tenía una lista de pistas, y un listón rojo para ayudarse en la búsqueda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-7030337373305661057?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/7030337373305661057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=7030337373305661057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7030337373305661057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7030337373305661057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/castle.html' title='Castle'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-5371549243743336740</id><published>2009-09-01T23:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:10:36.238-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashtray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary soñó que recuperaba esa parte de su historia. Venía en forma de maqueta. Era un parque precioso. Mary estornudó, y las fotos se hicieron cenizas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-5371549243743336740?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/5371549243743336740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=5371549243743336740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5371549243743336740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/5371549243743336740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/09/park.html' title='Park'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-7464473122628381988</id><published>2009-08-30T15:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:46:24.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='normal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you but I&apos;ve chosen darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirsty'/><title type='text'>Palace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayer Mary lloró. Mucho, lo necesitaba. Descansó, y se decidió a proceder. Soñó con esos ojos, los del cuadro que vio en el Palacio Ferreyra, en Córdoba. Soñó que estaban vivos, como ella sospechaba. Los ojos la miraban fijamente, mientras ella se hundía poco a poco en una habitación muy oscura. En el medio de la habitación, los ojos, que se habían desprendido del cuadro, también tenían lágrimas. Eran unos ojos tristes, habían perdido su párpado. De alguna forma, Mary se sintió identificada con los ojos de su sueño. Ella no perdió su párpado, se desenfocó por andar mirando en otra dirección. Ha pagado su hazaña. Mary se despertó con los ojos hinchados, y con mucha sed. Pudo dormir de nuevo. Los gemelos habían sido empacados, Mary tenía el permiso de todo el mundo, los traía para Bariloche. Cuando estaba en el avión, solamente podía pensar en que quería un cuarto para tres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-7464473122628381988?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/7464473122628381988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=7464473122628381988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7464473122628381988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/7464473122628381988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/08/palace.html' title='Palace'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-3244454155718982911</id><published>2009-08-29T17:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:36:41.525-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zeq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colombia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En la sucesión de sueños, Mary estuvo en varios lugares. Visitó a su abuela en Bogotá. Estuvo tranquila, hasta que empezó a descoserse. Estaba hecha de hilos de colores, era roja, negra y azul. Cada hilo iba desapareciendo a medida que ella sonreía. Se estaba gastando. Llegó él, y la empezó a tejer de nuevo. Dio dos puntadas, y Mary se despertó feliz, con la sensación de haber sido salvada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-3244454155718982911?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/3244454155718982911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=3244454155718982911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3244454155718982911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/3244454155718982911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/08/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-6747168218126438377</id><published>2009-08-28T09:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:34:35.073-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary quería sentirlo cerca de ella. Recostó su cabeza en su cuello, y él la besó. Le dijo que debía esperar. Le dijo que para él no existía nada más que su mamá y ella. Le dijo eso antes de desvanecerse en las escaleras del pasillo. Le dijo eso y Mary no logró seguir durmiendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-6747168218126438377?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/6747168218126438377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=6747168218126438377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6747168218126438377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/6747168218126438377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/08/neck.html' title='Neck'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-2626679044934806778</id><published>2009-08-27T11:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:49:28.680-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night something happened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice dream'/><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary logró reconciliarse con Morfeo. Solamente se despertó tres veces ayer. Soñó que Andrés le decía que se despertara, porque quería hablar con ella de su estadía en Brasil. Ella repasaba el cálculo que debía presentar hoy a su director de tesis, notaba que los números corrían por la hoja, y se escondían detrás de la cuadrícula impresa en la hoja. La hizo a un lado y se dijo que no le importaba. Todos se organizaron de nuevo, y Mary se despertó con la respuesta en sus ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-2626679044934806778?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/2626679044934806778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=2626679044934806778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2626679044934806778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/2626679044934806778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/08/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5345734080615146667.post-8715419690326701016</id><published>2009-08-26T10:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:03:58.644-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mary no podía mirarla. Ella le decía que era distinta, que había cambiado. "No eres tú", le dijo. "Estoy segura de que algo te pasó". Mary se despertó varias veces en la noche, pensando en que sí ha cambiado, y en que no quería verla para no aceptarlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5345734080615146667-8715419690326701016?l=slumberless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/feeds/8715419690326701016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5345734080615146667&amp;postID=8715419690326701016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8715419690326701016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5345734080615146667/posts/default/8715419690326701016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slumberless.blogspot.com/2009/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>vylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820620178530229643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SL5g17r76V0/STNWXZru3xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uiD_0bja9bU/S220/IMG+081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
