<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189</id><updated>2011-08-31T02:00:07.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cuentos pulgares</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-5976450449289719597</id><published>2011-08-31T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T02:00:07.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lo ahorca con celeridad. Intenta escapar, pero no puede desanudarse. Si la ven pasar, denuncien a la corbata que arrastra tras de sí el cadáver del abogado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-5976450449289719597?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/5976450449289719597/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=5976450449289719597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5976450449289719597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5976450449289719597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/lo-ahorca-con-celeridad.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2491683527894960659</id><published>2011-08-30T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:00:04.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—Perdóname. Siempre fui malo para los aniversarios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—¿Aniversario? —la tierra se abrió y se lo tragó. Se había olvidado nada menos que de santificar Mi fiesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2491683527894960659?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2491683527894960659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2491683527894960659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2491683527894960659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2491683527894960659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/perdoname.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2993881173409138390</id><published>2011-08-29T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:00:00.718-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conocida la sentencia, el condenado se somete a huelgas de hambre, se automutila y se procura golpizas y violaciones. De poco le servirá su cuerpo a la muerte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2993881173409138390?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2993881173409138390/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2993881173409138390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2993881173409138390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2993881173409138390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/conocida-la-sentencia-el-condenado-se.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4276674895531456180</id><published>2011-08-28T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:00:02.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Discutían, él gritaba, también ella. El marido puso punto final a la disputa: “Llevo puestos tus zapatos”. En efecto, y le quedaban muy bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4276674895531456180?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4276674895531456180/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4276674895531456180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4276674895531456180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4276674895531456180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/discutian-el-gritaba-tambien-ella.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-249966500045772733</id><published>2011-08-27T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:00:02.098-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caminando por la calle veo mi reflejo en una vidriera: media docena de demonios me persigue. Ya es costumbre; apuro el paso y pronto dejo al cristal tras de mí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-249966500045772733?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/249966500045772733/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=249966500045772733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/249966500045772733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/249966500045772733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/caminando-por-la-calle-veo-mi-reflejo.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8529368516127113362</id><published>2011-08-26T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T02:00:02.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Echa llave al cerrojo, sella las persianas, arranca la línea, arroja el móvil al inodoro y corta la luz. Al hombrecillo prosaico lo persigue una Idea Original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8529368516127113362?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8529368516127113362/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8529368516127113362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8529368516127113362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8529368516127113362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/echa-llave-al-cerrojo-sella-las.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-6363520497163435959</id><published>2011-08-25T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T02:00:04.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—Me invitó a salir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—¿Aceptaste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—No, le dije que dada su complexión sólo podría traer al mundo un intelectual, y que no me gusta hacer perder tiempo al Reich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-6363520497163435959?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/6363520497163435959/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=6363520497163435959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6363520497163435959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6363520497163435959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-invito-salir.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2371299292122470398</id><published>2011-08-24T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T02:00:08.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No torturó a un mendigo, no abusó de un niño y arrojó luego su cuerpo entre la maleza, no violó a los animales. Se notaba que sólo estaba de paso por Sodoma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2371299292122470398?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2371299292122470398/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2371299292122470398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2371299292122470398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2371299292122470398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-torturo-un-mendigo-no-abuso-de-un.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-9000044253916928886</id><published>2011-08-23T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T02:00:05.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nuestra mariposa perteneció al género de las que nacen estrelladas. Ni los colores pasteles que la arrebolaban pudieron contra abril. Le tocó vivir un día gris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-9000044253916928886?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/9000044253916928886/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=9000044253916928886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/9000044253916928886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/9000044253916928886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/nuestra-mariposa-pertenecio-al-genero.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-3177885638997703760</id><published>2011-08-22T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T02:00:09.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La posibilidad de su visita me entusiasmó. Aunque tendré que conseguir niños para Quibungo: la última vez, fue él quien invitó el almuerzo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-3177885638997703760?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/3177885638997703760/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=3177885638997703760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3177885638997703760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3177885638997703760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-posibilidad-de-su-visita-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-5131015571004685610</id><published>2011-08-21T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:00:02.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La muerte no fue por sobredosis. Pasó que los duendes eran pequeños y ágiles; entraron por sus orejas hasta llenarle el cráneo. Por eso la sangre de la nariz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-5131015571004685610?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/5131015571004685610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=5131015571004685610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5131015571004685610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5131015571004685610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-muerte-no-fue-por-sobredosis.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4680922934161498306</id><published>2011-08-20T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T02:00:05.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me dijo: “Demos un paseo. Este hombre no tiene a nadie. Despréndase de unas monedas y acompáñelo una hora a sufrir”. Por supuesto que lo hice. Él tenía el arma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4680922934161498306?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4680922934161498306/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4680922934161498306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4680922934161498306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4680922934161498306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-dijo-demos-un-paseo.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-3125239529806814869</id><published>2011-08-19T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T02:00:01.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Concebía el Paraíso como hallarse sentado, cubiertos los ojos, en una silla algo incómoda en medio de un salón vacío. Quizá de ahí que idealizara el secuestro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-3125239529806814869?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/3125239529806814869/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=3125239529806814869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3125239529806814869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3125239529806814869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/concebia-el-paraiso-como-hallarse.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-3081588485436568590</id><published>2011-08-18T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T02:00:01.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El Poeta aborrece hacerlo de rodillas. Debe interceder el Arzobispo para que al fin consienta deslizar su pluma por los papiros que la Reina cobija en su falda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-3081588485436568590?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/3081588485436568590/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=3081588485436568590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3081588485436568590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3081588485436568590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/el-poeta-aborrece-hacerlo-de-rodillas.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8786357216083730861</id><published>2011-08-17T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T02:00:06.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De a poco, fue vaciando aquella caja de zapatos naranja y esparciendo su niñez en el suelo. Eran casi las dos; dejó su niñez tirada, se vistió y fue a trabajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8786357216083730861?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8786357216083730861/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8786357216083730861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8786357216083730861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8786357216083730861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-poco-fue-vaciando-aquella-caja-de.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7275695660697823406</id><published>2011-08-16T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T02:00:06.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Compró en la feria una foto y le quitó al tendero la última de sus preocupaciones. Luego se descubrió en ella de niño, y entendió la mentira de su padre muerto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7275695660697823406?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7275695660697823406/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7275695660697823406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7275695660697823406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7275695660697823406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/compro-en-la-feria-una-foto-y-le-quito.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7724497190567324688</id><published>2011-08-15T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T02:00:01.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Los dedos entrecruzados ocultan el miedo de sus labios ensangrentados, mientras que sus ojos planean cómo contraatacar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7724497190567324688?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7724497190567324688/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7724497190567324688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7724497190567324688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7724497190567324688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/los-dedos-entrecruzados-ocultan-el.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1778141409757767665</id><published>2011-08-14T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T02:00:06.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El topo blanco despegó mientras él interpretaba su disco de oro frente a una muchedumbre enajenada. En ese preciso instante lo estabilizaron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1778141409757767665?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1778141409757767665/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1778141409757767665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1778141409757767665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1778141409757767665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/el-topo-blanco-despego-mientras-el.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4877005633850761354</id><published>2011-08-13T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T02:00:05.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahoga esas voces en el lodoso fondo. Huye, huye de la pluma presa de la carta que lo exime a él. Olvida el bastón, no las piedras. Salta, Virginia, salta ¡YA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4877005633850761354?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4877005633850761354/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4877005633850761354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4877005633850761354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4877005633850761354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/ahoga-esas-voces-en-el-lodoso-fondo.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4002878313064662995</id><published>2011-08-12T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T02:00:00.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni niños ni globos. Alejo quería un cumpleaños diferente. Así fue como terminó con una bala en la garganta. La negligencia de algunos padres no tiene límites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4002878313064662995?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4002878313064662995/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4002878313064662995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4002878313064662995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4002878313064662995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/ni-ninos-ni-globos.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4306773134759574074</id><published>2011-08-11T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T02:00:09.214-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tres veces fue nuestro bienhechor. Primero nos dio el fuego. Zeus lo castigó y, de resultas de ello, nos enseñó el arte de la cetrería y de hacer &lt;i&gt;paté de foie&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4306773134759574074?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4306773134759574074/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4306773134759574074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4306773134759574074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4306773134759574074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/tres-veces-fue-nuestro-bienhechor.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4594855938886471681</id><published>2011-08-10T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T02:00:06.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Él le juró amor eterno. Ella no cree en fantasmas pero cada día florece una rosa en su jardín.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4594855938886471681?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4594855938886471681/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4594855938886471681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4594855938886471681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4594855938886471681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/el-le-juro-amor-eterno.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4874186447802722652</id><published>2011-08-09T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:00:13.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No hay que atribuir a una supuesta libertad los efectos de procesos endocrinos. Así justifica el biólogo su propio asesinato. El científico todo lo perdona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4874186447802722652?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4874186447802722652/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4874186447802722652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4874186447802722652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4874186447802722652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-hay-que-atribuir-una-supuesta.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-5707839563354755513</id><published>2011-08-08T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T02:00:13.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Señaló la tumba y dijo: "Aquí abajo está mi padre". Nunca imaginó que lo volvería a ver. Su amigo, amigo también de interpretaciones literales, comenzó a cavar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-5707839563354755513?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/5707839563354755513/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=5707839563354755513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5707839563354755513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5707839563354755513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/senalo-la-tumba-y-dijo-aqui-abajo-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-6859793712960115726</id><published>2011-08-07T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T02:00:07.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Querido Diario: He decidido acabar con el chismorreo de mis muñecas. ¿Creen que no las oigo hablar vilmente sobre mí? Esta noche, el decabezamiento. Pagarán.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-6859793712960115726?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/6859793712960115726/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=6859793712960115726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6859793712960115726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6859793712960115726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/querido-diario-he-decidido-acabar-con.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2310658085935681360</id><published>2011-08-06T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T02:00:02.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Déjame pintarte”. Ella se exhibe desnuda en la cama; cada pincelada la desarma un poco. A un detalle del final él descubre su ausencia y dos pezones huérfanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2310658085935681360?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2310658085935681360/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2310658085935681360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2310658085935681360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2310658085935681360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/dejame-pintarte.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-3898259839015258587</id><published>2011-08-05T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T02:00:04.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extenuada se tira al mar. Salpica diarios, ensayos, críticas literarias. Se hunde en uno de sus pozos, como un cuadrado blanco, como un mito entra al canon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-3898259839015258587?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/3898259839015258587/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=3898259839015258587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3898259839015258587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3898259839015258587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/extenuada-se-tira-al-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8509132155845264080</id><published>2011-08-04T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T02:00:02.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Con un magistral dominio del timing cinematográfico, D. L. obsequia un relato mágico y de ensoñación”. Así justificó en su crítica el haberse quedado dormido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8509132155845264080?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8509132155845264080/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8509132155845264080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8509132155845264080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8509132155845264080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/con-un-magistral-dominio-del-timing.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1440718357519507292</id><published>2011-08-03T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T04:00:09.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Camina de noche, se detiene en una mueblería cerrada. Enseguida aparece adentro, se ve a sí misma observando desde afuera, y yéndose. Mañana sostendrá abrigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1440718357519507292?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1440718357519507292/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1440718357519507292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1440718357519507292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1440718357519507292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/camina-de-noche-se-detiene-en-una.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2074163713377292463</id><published>2011-08-02T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T03:58:43.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abrumado por la monumental tarea de mantener al Universo en funcionamiento, Dios desciende por algunos minutos. Plácido se Lo ve al Perro Callejero tomando sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2074163713377292463?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2074163713377292463/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2074163713377292463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2074163713377292463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2074163713377292463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/abrumado-por-la-monumental-tarea-de.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-3898627564075726333</id><published>2011-08-01T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T03:58:06.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Al niño lo han educado para complacer. A los 20 se arroja del balcón. Los padres, arrepentidos, ya han cesado en la búsqueda de su cadáver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-3898627564075726333?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/3898627564075726333/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=3898627564075726333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3898627564075726333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3898627564075726333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/08/al-nino-lo-han-educado-para-complacer.html' title=''/><author><name>pulgar derecho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043111144822392384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-6795388072431972204</id><published>2011-07-31T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T02:00:06.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De la mano, ellos cruzan el puente sobre el lago del parque. Ríen. No sospechan que debajo habita el devorador de sueños. Antes del final, se habrán insultado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-6795388072431972204?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/6795388072431972204/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=6795388072431972204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6795388072431972204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6795388072431972204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/de-la-mano-ellos-cruzan-el-puente-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-6991431460827398680</id><published>2011-07-30T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T02:00:03.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Le llevó 80 años al árbol caer. Una mano, acaso la del progreso, había detrás de todo. Al cabo de tres generaciones, el pueblo domina la ciencia de los ángulos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-6991431460827398680?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/6991431460827398680/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=6991431460827398680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6991431460827398680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6991431460827398680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/le-llevo-80-anos-al-arbol-caer.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7380098366650320412</id><published>2011-07-29T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T02:00:01.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No fue por tentación que tomó aquella tarde la manzana sino por una mera formalidad. Jamás supo rechazar una invitación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7380098366650320412?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7380098366650320412/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7380098366650320412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7380098366650320412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7380098366650320412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-fue-por-tentacion-que-tomo-aquella.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-6168232407869214316</id><published>2011-07-28T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:00:00.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Las parejas no se cuentan todo, y menos si apenas se conocen, y menos si él es presidente de España y ella etarra furibunda, y menos si las tetas hacen tictac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-6168232407869214316?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/6168232407869214316/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=6168232407869214316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6168232407869214316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6168232407869214316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/las-parejas-no-se-cuentan-todo-y-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-3028552398837731773</id><published>2011-07-27T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T02:00:02.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Los duendecitos eran eficientes: cada noche se subían al gran humano y lo ataban con los hilos del sueño. Hasta que uno, borracho, se adentró en una fosa nasal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-3028552398837731773?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/3028552398837731773/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=3028552398837731773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3028552398837731773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3028552398837731773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/los-duendecitos-eran-eficientes-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2056379886626457663</id><published>2011-07-26T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T02:00:01.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cabellos largos, un chicle y tijeras. La situación la tomó desprevenida, y la irreflexión hizo que actuase al momento. Recluida en su torre murió Rapunzel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2056379886626457663?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2056379886626457663/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2056379886626457663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2056379886626457663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2056379886626457663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/cabellos-largos-un-chicle-y-tijeras.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-3585028430581123852</id><published>2011-07-25T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T02:00:02.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde recién nacido no hizo más que escribir. Todas las grandes obras salieron de sus pulgares. ¿Shakespeare? Sí, un muy buen tipo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-3585028430581123852?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/3585028430581123852/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=3585028430581123852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3585028430581123852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3585028430581123852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/desde-recien-nacido-no-hizo-mas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-685024549200727929</id><published>2011-07-24T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T02:00:05.582-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Pau le exaspera la verborragia de Ana. Antes que ella le diga qué lindas mascotas, los ratones hacen lo suyo. Pau ahora le puede decir que la ama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-685024549200727929?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/685024549200727929/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=685024549200727929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/685024549200727929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/685024549200727929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/pau-le-exaspera-la-verborragia-de-ana.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-9168556897581155561</id><published>2011-07-23T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T02:00:00.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Triste el destino de aquel viajante y hombre de bien. Acostumbrado a deambular por el mundo sin detenerse, a su muerte, llegó al cielo; y siguió de largo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-9168556897581155561?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/9168556897581155561/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=9168556897581155561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/9168556897581155561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/9168556897581155561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/triste-el-destino-de-aquel-viajante-y.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-639484745733507682</id><published>2011-07-22T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:00:10.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A oscuras y en soledad intenta dormir Carla. No puede ni podrá: cuando el brillo de la llave de luz se vea interrumpido, sabrá que hay alguien más en su cuarto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-639484745733507682?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/639484745733507682/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=639484745733507682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/639484745733507682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/639484745733507682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/oscuras-y-en-soledad-intenta-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-5692434020002639074</id><published>2011-07-21T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T02:00:12.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qué implicancias tendrá este día, hija mía, en la historia de este reino. Ana sostenía a Isabel, lloraba y rogaba que al abrir los ojos fuese un varón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-5692434020002639074?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/5692434020002639074/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=5692434020002639074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5692434020002639074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5692434020002639074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-implicancias-tendra-este-dia-hija.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4400584009644822344</id><published>2011-07-20T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T02:00:03.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huiste veloz; abandonada, la tienda te espera en la soledad del desierto. Si hoy ingresares, encontrarías que algo de ti ha quedado allí, y llora sin consuelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4400584009644822344?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4400584009644822344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4400584009644822344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4400584009644822344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4400584009644822344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/huiste-veloz-abandonada-la-tienda-te.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-844387032951063049</id><published>2011-07-19T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T02:00:02.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Camino del hospital, descubre la tragedia. Se concentra, detiene las contracciones y posterga al niño. Desde su celular, concierta una cita con su manicura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-844387032951063049?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/844387032951063049/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=844387032951063049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/844387032951063049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/844387032951063049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/camino-del-hospital-descubre-la.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4066635710704948843</id><published>2011-07-18T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T02:00:04.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El elfo ni poseía hábitos de higiene ni era versado en botánica; ella era la puta más mugrosa y chillona que hubo tenido. Por eso enterró viva a la mandrágora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4066635710704948843?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4066635710704948843/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4066635710704948843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4066635710704948843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4066635710704948843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-elfo-ni-poseia-habitos-de-higiene-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8008147529309822762</id><published>2011-07-17T22:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:28:00.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—Parece carne muy tierna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—Los ojos son deliciosos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—No seas inmunda —atacó el cerdo. Y entró junto a la vaca a comprar la pieza humana deliciosamente exhibida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8008147529309822762?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8008147529309822762/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8008147529309822762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8008147529309822762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8008147529309822762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/parece-carne-muy-tierna.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-6764563467389907280</id><published>2011-07-16T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T02:00:02.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doña Elvira dice haber sido abandonada por su marido. El estúpido vecindario no repara en su collar de molares, ni en su cartera de auténtico cuero color piel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-6764563467389907280?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/6764563467389907280/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=6764563467389907280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6764563467389907280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6764563467389907280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/dona-elvira-dice-haber-sido-abandonada.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-5065216291625603383</id><published>2011-07-15T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T02:00:14.872-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Extenuado por el intenso trabajo que demandó cada detalle del bosque y la selva, se decidió. El desierto tendría sólo arena y viento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-5065216291625603383?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/5065216291625603383/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=5065216291625603383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5065216291625603383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5065216291625603383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/extenuado-por-el-intenso-trabajo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-6313345486673026989</id><published>2011-07-14T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T02:00:14.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—¡Responda! ¿Fue usted testigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Claro que sí, fue la nube en doble fila. Tal vez lo mencione luego, si consigue quien lo reemplace en las puertas del Cielo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-6313345486673026989?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/6313345486673026989/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=6313345486673026989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6313345486673026989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6313345486673026989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/responda-fue-usted-testigo-claro-que-si_14.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7285280414072535450</id><published>2011-07-13T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T02:00:06.875-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—¡Responda! ¿Fue usted testigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Claro que sí, venía al volante. Tal vez lo mencione luego, si deja de fascinarle el sembradío de cristales en el asfalto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7285280414072535450?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7285280414072535450/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7285280414072535450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7285280414072535450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7285280414072535450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/responda-fue-usted-testigo-claro-que-si.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1859017344518387513</id><published>2011-07-12T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T02:00:04.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Romero para recordar, dijo la joven, y trepó a la rama para caer al río que la haría olvidar. Locura y lágrimas alimentan el amor que a la muerte lleva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1859017344518387513?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1859017344518387513/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1859017344518387513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1859017344518387513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1859017344518387513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/romero-para-recordar-dijo-la-joven-y.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2606979071384541973</id><published>2011-07-11T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T02:00:09.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Él quiso amar. Nadie respondió. De nuevo quiso amar. Nadie respondió. Finalmente, ella respondió. Lástima que haya un tiempo para amar y un tiempo para odiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2606979071384541973?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2606979071384541973/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2606979071384541973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2606979071384541973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2606979071384541973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-quiso-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-119474434052095860</id><published>2011-07-10T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T02:00:02.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Él rogó para que ella perdonase su ofensa. El perdón necesita del olvido. Dios oyó su súplica, y se llevó a la familia de ella. Ahora podrán comenzar de nuevo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-119474434052095860?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/119474434052095860/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=119474434052095860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/119474434052095860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/119474434052095860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-rogo-para-que-ella-perdonase-su.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2595984030298473413</id><published>2011-07-09T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:24:57.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La historia es sencilla: dos hombres se besan. Nadie los observa, pero ellos temen. Jamás encontraron sus cadáveres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2595984030298473413?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2595984030298473413/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2595984030298473413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2595984030298473413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2595984030298473413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-historia-es-sencilla-dos-hombres-se.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7663023092654013575</id><published>2011-07-08T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:24:29.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Cuidado, Sr. Prefecto”, dijo el líder gremial de los lamas al pronunciar su discurso en Reykjavik bajo un sol calcinante, “soy menos real de lo que parezco”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7663023092654013575?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7663023092654013575/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7663023092654013575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7663023092654013575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7663023092654013575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/cuidado-sr.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-6943457279635466247</id><published>2011-07-07T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:23:56.575-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuando dio a luz, el bebé se levantó enseguida y echó a correr. Volvió con una remolacha, como diciendo: “Durante el embarazo, esto me faltó”. Luego falleció.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-6943457279635466247?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/6943457279635466247/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=6943457279635466247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6943457279635466247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6943457279635466247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/cuando-dio-luz-el-bebe-se-levanto.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-3169140683521345450</id><published>2011-07-06T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:23:17.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella acaricia su cuerpo sinuoso acoplándose al flujo del caudal de su sangre marrón. Él contiene la respiración: ella se detiene. La canoa sobre el Paraná.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-3169140683521345450?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/3169140683521345450/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=3169140683521345450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3169140683521345450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3169140683521345450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/ella-acaricia-su-cuerpo-sinuoso.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1252914620167068040</id><published>2011-07-05T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:22:51.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estampida, jadeo, sudor y gritos de guerra. Cortes, desgarros, arremetidas brutas y sangrantes por el roce del óvalo con piel. Rugby femenino o parto natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1252914620167068040?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1252914620167068040/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1252914620167068040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1252914620167068040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1252914620167068040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/estampida-jadeo-sudor-y-gritos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4544025827016892278</id><published>2011-07-04T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:22:24.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuando encontró la puerta abierta, asomó la cabeza... Temeroso y borracho de libertad la cerró. Total, adentro la comida era gratis y llegaba siempre a tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4544025827016892278?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4544025827016892278/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4544025827016892278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4544025827016892278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4544025827016892278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/cuando-encontro-la-puerta-abierta-asomo.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-889414606047605168</id><published>2011-07-03T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:21:47.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El loco y el linyera, la verborrágica, el criminal, la viuda y el obeso: todos ellos lo convencieron de que, en un colectivo, la mejor opción es sentarse solo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-889414606047605168?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/889414606047605168/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=889414606047605168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/889414606047605168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/889414606047605168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-loco-y-el-linyera-la-verborragica-el.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4125532588890908085</id><published>2011-07-02T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:21:22.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El silencio resulta allí, más que en otros sitios, profundamente acogedor. Y aunque la vecindad no es sino una de muertos, él siente más compañía que nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4125532588890908085?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4125532588890908085/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4125532588890908085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4125532588890908085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4125532588890908085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-silencio-resulta-alli-mas-que-en.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-6152004978754899082</id><published>2011-07-01T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:20:39.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regresa a pie, ausente del potencial amante y del posible ladrón, de quienes pudieran salvar su vida o quitársela. Celular en mano, escribe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-6152004978754899082?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/6152004978754899082/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=6152004978754899082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6152004978754899082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/6152004978754899082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/07/regresa-pie-ausente-del-potencial.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-5188991409945276394</id><published>2011-06-30T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T02:00:07.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hace mucho me expulsaste. ¿Por qué sigo llorando? ¿Cómo no he de llorar si Tú me creaste con Tu Gloria y luego has preferido a una criatura hecha con polvo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-5188991409945276394?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/5188991409945276394/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=5188991409945276394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5188991409945276394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5188991409945276394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/hace-mucho-me-expulsaste.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2239460907210444501</id><published>2011-06-29T08:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:21:00.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estaba orgullosa de algunas, de otras no tanto. Sudario en el ’33, encajes en el ’89, bandera en el ’68 y otra vez en el ’69. Reencarnaciones de una hebra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2239460907210444501?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2239460907210444501/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2239460907210444501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2239460907210444501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2239460907210444501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/estaba-orgullosa-de-algunas-de-otras-no.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4593389160922450447</id><published>2011-06-28T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T02:00:02.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La combustión humana espontánea se produce mientras Julieta conduce. En el asiento trasero del auto estrellado hallan sólo sus manos, disparadas por el &lt;i&gt;airbag&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/35183189-4593389160922450447?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4593389160922450447/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4593389160922450447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4593389160922450447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4593389160922450447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-combustion-humana-espontanea-se_28.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-74156749825844577</id><published>2011-06-27T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T02:00:05.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La combustión humana espontánea se produce mientras Ronaldo conduce. Dentro del auto estrellado hallan sólo sus manos al volante, ignífugas y desconcertadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-74156749825844577?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/74156749825844577/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=74156749825844577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/74156749825844577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/74156749825844577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-combustion-humana-espontanea-se.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8980334985034783670</id><published>2011-06-26T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T02:00:05.558-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Él comió la carne bajo las uñas; los de la Casa Blanca, aletas, cola, lo mejorcito de Leviatán. Aún después del Juicio Final, subsistía la lucha de clases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8980334985034783670?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8980334985034783670/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8980334985034783670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8980334985034783670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8980334985034783670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-comio-la-carne-bajo-las-unas-los-de.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8124956691446270235</id><published>2011-06-25T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T02:00:05.161-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Su padre hizo abandono de hogar huyendo del espantador. Su madre, abandono de vida bajo el plomo del cazador. No fueron felices aquellas tres púberes perdices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8124956691446270235?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8124956691446270235/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8124956691446270235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8124956691446270235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8124956691446270235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/su-padre-hizo-abandono-de-hogar-huyendo.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1929120497415787145</id><published>2011-06-24T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T02:00:02.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La decadencia normaba su traje a cuotas y zapatos reciclados. Pidió dinero prestado para pagar la entrada... Una vez dentro se convertiría en rey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1929120497415787145?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1929120497415787145/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1929120497415787145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1929120497415787145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1929120497415787145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-decadencia-normaba-su-traje-cuotas-y.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7895198670319267022</id><published>2011-06-23T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:00:01.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Él la besa. Ella está estupefacta. Él continúa con sus manos. Ella se desvanece. Y ahora se pregunta ¿por qué esa intromisión?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7895198670319267022?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7895198670319267022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7895198670319267022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7895198670319267022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7895198670319267022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-la-besa.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1989105789415284578</id><published>2011-06-22T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T02:00:04.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Al golpe de martillo Karol reacciona, como adormilado. ¿Otra vez? Ordenan pulir la plata, ordenan un golpe más, más fuerte. El definitivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1989105789415284578?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1989105789415284578/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1989105789415284578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1989105789415284578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1989105789415284578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/al-golpe-de-martillo-karol-reacciona.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8409159422505247164</id><published>2011-06-21T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T02:00:01.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La nena y su globo. La nena, su globo y la rama. El cadáver y la rama. El globo y su libertad. Y su plan perfecto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8409159422505247164?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8409159422505247164/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8409159422505247164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8409159422505247164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8409159422505247164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-nena-y-su-globo.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1511974182846741526</id><published>2011-06-20T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T02:00:07.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La nena y su globo, felices. La nena y su globo, y un espino. La nena y su globo, felices, y un espino: ¡paf! La nena sin cabeza y su globo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1511974182846741526?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1511974182846741526/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1511974182846741526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1511974182846741526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1511974182846741526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-nena-y-su-globo-felices.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1878170444990039076</id><published>2011-06-19T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T02:00:05.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cava una fosa profunda, es lo que se acostumbra por estos pagos, Don, cuando la parca toca nuestra puerta, nos enterramos hasta la cintura... y florecemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1878170444990039076?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1878170444990039076/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1878170444990039076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1878170444990039076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1878170444990039076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/cava-una-fosa-profunda-es-lo-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1566677533923631515</id><published>2011-06-18T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T02:00:04.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Los conquistadores imaginaron en América el paraíso con aventuras y dragones. Esto define a la conquista como un choque semántico grave. Había iguanas y calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1566677533923631515?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1566677533923631515/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1566677533923631515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1566677533923631515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1566677533923631515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/los-conquistadores-imaginaron-en.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2878339381255338833</id><published>2011-06-17T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T02:00:04.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antes de matarlo, la bala le pidió disculpas. Por su parte y por la de su asesino, que no era mal tipo, sólo estaba desesperado. Al menos eso dijo ella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2878339381255338833?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2878339381255338833/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2878339381255338833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2878339381255338833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2878339381255338833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/antes-de-matarlo-la-bala-le-pidio.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-633270080947928467</id><published>2011-06-16T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T02:00:05.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La miró al dejar el cuchillo, rojo el piso, vaho de alcohol. Dijo que todo estaba listo, que cortara el pan y se sentara. Mañana compraría otro vino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-633270080947928467?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/633270080947928467/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=633270080947928467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/633270080947928467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/633270080947928467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-miro-al-dejar-el-cuchillo-rojo-el.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-397558568852045419</id><published>2011-06-15T03:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T03:44:00.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Una vez terminado el magnífico trampolín, el orgullo le hizo llorar los ojos. Si la prueba hubiera sido al aire libre, habría sido todo perfecto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-397558568852045419?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/397558568852045419/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=397558568852045419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/397558568852045419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/397558568852045419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/una-vez-terminado-el-magnifico.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-3658772104980197476</id><published>2011-06-14T03:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T03:44:00.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El silencio posterior a los desgarradores gritos de piedad, vino acompañado del olor a pólvora. Los escondidos nos camuflábamos entre el temor y la culpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-3658772104980197476?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/3658772104980197476/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=3658772104980197476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3658772104980197476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/3658772104980197476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-silencio-posterior-los-desgarradores.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7918141806765593645</id><published>2011-06-13T03:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T03:43:00.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asmodeo posee a Iris, que se suicida del horror. Mas nadie se entera: la criatura en su vientre crece rápido, y es hábil con sus manitas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7918141806765593645?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7918141806765593645/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7918141806765593645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7918141806765593645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7918141806765593645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/asmodeo-posee-iris-que-se-suicida-del.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4368152212244814330</id><published>2011-06-12T03:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:43:00.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He mentido. Todo lo que hice, lo que dije, no es cierto. Casi con seguridad que nada sobre mí es verdad. Acaso, no existo. No, qué boludo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4368152212244814330?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4368152212244814330/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4368152212244814330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4368152212244814330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4368152212244814330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-mentido.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4913292635571564762</id><published>2011-06-11T03:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T03:42:00.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qué enorme pérdida de tiempo, piensa el Creador. ¿Cuánto tardará el sistema en regenerarse? Aún vuelan misiles y alianzas de costa a costa cuando oprime &lt;i&gt;reset&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/35183189-4913292635571564762?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4913292635571564762/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4913292635571564762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4913292635571564762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4913292635571564762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/que-enorme-perdida-de-tiempo-piensa-el.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-5409396200068402456</id><published>2011-06-10T03:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T03:41:00.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por años han jurado darse alcance, pero ella nunca se detiene y él no sabe eliminar la distancia que los separa. Amor trunco, el de los dos carros de calesita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-5409396200068402456?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/5409396200068402456/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=5409396200068402456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5409396200068402456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/5409396200068402456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-anos-han-jurado-darse-alcance-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7182082445093213605</id><published>2011-06-09T03:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T03:40:00.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cabalgaba alunada a pleno sol. Manceba la yegua, pero no mansa; descubre el cuchillo y se abalanza, con infortunio para el colono que la compró.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7182082445093213605?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7182082445093213605/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7182082445093213605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7182082445093213605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7182082445093213605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/cabalgaba-alunada-pleno-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-146557197112364322</id><published>2011-06-08T03:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T03:39:00.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ella se burló del perverso polimorfo, y él, todo el ello, es rencoroso: se vengará luego, no resolviendo su Edipo. Todo por cambiarle la teta por la mamadera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-146557197112364322?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/146557197112364322/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=146557197112364322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/146557197112364322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/146557197112364322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/ella-se-burlo-del-perverso-polimorfo-y.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8750768423224554338</id><published>2011-06-07T03:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T03:34:00.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cepillar los baños, barrer la sinagoga, lustrar zapatos, nada de esto dejaba conforme al rabino. Pobre suerte la del golem: no contar con legislación laboral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8750768423224554338?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8750768423224554338/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8750768423224554338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8750768423224554338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8750768423224554338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/cepillar-los-banos-barrer-la-sinagoga.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8813785810852669053</id><published>2011-06-06T03:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T03:33:00.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pagó cara su inexperiencia el asesino serial novato. La puta ciega (el blanco elegido para su prueba piloto) llevaba abiertos los párpados de sus pezones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8813785810852669053?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8813785810852669053/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8813785810852669053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8813785810852669053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8813785810852669053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/pago-cara-su-inexperiencia-el-asesino.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1747176995247330996</id><published>2011-06-05T03:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T03:32:00.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adora cuando él aparece. Se pone frente a ella y la mira con angustia. En sus manos una varita mágica empieza a cambiarle su vestido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1747176995247330996?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1747176995247330996/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1747176995247330996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1747176995247330996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1747176995247330996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/adora-cuando-el-aparece.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-9038391036834036962</id><published>2011-06-04T03:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:32:00.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El candado abraza las cadenas que abrazan las puertas del museo dormido. Ella cree que son infranqueables; luego recuerda que es un fantasma. Cuesta habituarse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-9038391036834036962?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/9038391036834036962/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=9038391036834036962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/9038391036834036962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/9038391036834036962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-candado-abraza-las-cadenas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8199787406977401840</id><published>2011-06-03T03:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T03:31:00.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La función &lt;i&gt;set up&lt;/i&gt; de su nuevo celular ofrecía la de &lt;i&gt;blow up&lt;/i&gt;. Un hongo nos aniquiló. Lo de última generación, iba en serio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8199787406977401840?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8199787406977401840/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8199787406977401840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8199787406977401840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8199787406977401840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-funcion-set-up-de-su-nuevo-celular.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-4254551046770365577</id><published>2011-06-02T03:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T03:30:00.221-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suena el despertador. Luz oye un lejano sonido mientras se acerca a un muelle. Ella lo ignora, prefiere ver cómo las olas irrumpen contra la barranca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-4254551046770365577?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/4254551046770365577/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=4254551046770365577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4254551046770365577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/4254551046770365577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/suena-el-despertador.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1384360657569959122</id><published>2011-06-01T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T02:00:09.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El agua moviéndose debajo lo mareó de inmediato, esa bendita idea de su padre de hacer milagros. Del barco gritaban ¡es un espectro! y aun le faltaba medio mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1384360657569959122?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1384360657569959122/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1384360657569959122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1384360657569959122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1384360657569959122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-agua-moviendose-debajo-lo-mareo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7771021847926833379</id><published>2011-05-31T03:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T03:25:52.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuando la sirena sonó por 3ra vez ya intuía algo malo; sin mediar segundo la sensación llegó. Escalofrío le dio recordar que no hay nadie de quien preocuparse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7771021847926833379?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7771021847926833379/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7771021847926833379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7771021847926833379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7771021847926833379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/05/cuando-la-sirena-sono-por-3ra-vez-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7374039252915758366</id><published>2011-05-30T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T01:12:00.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poseían los gnomos de aquella reserva dispares teorías sobre la inmemorial y asfixiante sucesión de crepúsculos naranjas y negras noches. La vida en un calefón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7374039252915758366?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7374039252915758366/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7374039252915758366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7374039252915758366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7374039252915758366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/05/poseian-los-gnomos-de-aquella-reserva.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-2712035831812019659</id><published>2011-05-29T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:11:00.518-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El abanico no paraba de soplar. Sus cuerpos seguían sudando y ellos deseándose hasta el cansancio... Pero la mente de ella sólo resolvía cómo vestir a su bebé mañana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-2712035831812019659?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/2712035831812019659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=2712035831812019659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2712035831812019659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/2712035831812019659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-abanico-no-paraba-de-soplar.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-1573069259077975816</id><published>2011-05-28T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T01:11:00.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La condena fue tan absurda como el condenado: el hombre nunca pudo cumplir sus 640 años de prisión, pues fue liberado por buena conducta apenas pasados los 500.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-1573069259077975816?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/1573069259077975816/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=1573069259077975816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1573069259077975816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/1573069259077975816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-condena-fue-tan-absurda-como-el.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-257195176893908357</id><published>2011-05-27T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T01:10:00.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tac-tac-tac. Camina por la peatonal. Tac-tac-tac. Verde para el peatón, le han dicho. Tac-tac-tac. Un auto no lo ve, ni a su bastón, ni a sus lentes. Tac-tac--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-257195176893908357?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/257195176893908357/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=257195176893908357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/257195176893908357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/257195176893908357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/05/tac-tac-tac.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-8112084200990093347</id><published>2011-05-26T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T01:09:00.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—¿Por qué estás aquí? —preguntó el visitante al inquilino del noveno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;—Por un beso, nada más —era cierto, sólo que Judas no aclaró y Dante se quedó confundido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-8112084200990093347?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/8112084200990093347/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=8112084200990093347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8112084200990093347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/8112084200990093347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-que-estas-aqui-pregunto-el.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-7991540066043007639</id><published>2011-05-25T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T01:09:00.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mordí una manzana soporífera y (oh deducción) me dormí bajo el manzano. Desperté contra un castaño: a la sombra del manzano se le habían acalambrado las ramas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-7991540066043007639?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/7991540066043007639/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=7991540066043007639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7991540066043007639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/7991540066043007639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/05/mordi-una-manzana-soporifera-y-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35183189.post-83105396623698390</id><published>2011-05-24T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T01:08:00.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Virgen sueña cada noche con la aniquilación de sus dientes. Llega Gabriel y bendice sus pesadillas, lo que retrasa considerablemente la Encarnación de Freud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35183189-83105396623698390?l=cuentospulgares.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/feeds/83105396623698390/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35183189&amp;postID=83105396623698390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/83105396623698390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35183189/posts/default/83105396623698390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentospulgares.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-virgen-suena-cada-noche-con-la.html' title=''/><author><name>donnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00546451351669649895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
