<?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-8466385370999115884</id><updated>2011-09-28T20:55:43.610-03:00</updated><category term='gustos'/><category term='2009'/><category term='sabores'/><category term='barrios'/><category term='tiempo'/><category term='Dulce de leche'/><category term='religión'/><category term='humilde consejo'/><category term='cola de paja'/><category term='escritura'/><category term='yo te avise'/><category term='amigas'/><category term='entedimientos'/><category term='viejos'/><category term='lulet'/><category term='triglicéridos'/><category term='relaciones'/><category term='chat'/><category term='olvidos'/><category 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type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Val</name><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' 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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-8466385370999115884.post-4452345318022990969</id><published>2010-03-29T01:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:36:02.461-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagues &quot;filosóficos&quot;'/><title type='text'>53.</title><content type='html'>El otro día estaba conversando con amigas (si otra vez, siempre charlo con mis amigas!) y una nombra la famosa casa de instrumentos musicales "Antigua casa nuñez" lo que me llevo a preguntar: "La Antigua casa nuñez, cuando fue inaugurada también se llamaba antigua casa nuñez?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-4452345318022990969?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-4394406259547523476</id><published>2010-02-02T14:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:15:57.168-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagues &quot;filosóficos&quot;'/><title type='text'>52.</title><content type='html'>Cuando estamos viendo un programa en la tv y llega la hora de la publicidad cambiamos de canal.Entonces la pregunta que yo me hago es: por qué miramos programas de publicidades, y encima cuando llega la hora de la tanda cambiamos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-4394406259547523476?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-8043146878076826681</id><published>2010-01-30T13:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:06:54.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comida'/><title type='text'>51.</title><content type='html'>Si la&lt;a href="http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html"&gt; mezcla de las chocolinas&lt;/a&gt; es un dulce de leche suavizado, el queso Philadelphia es una crema aquesada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-8043146878076826681?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8043146878076826681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=8043146878076826681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8043146878076826681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8043146878076826681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2010/01/51.html' title='51.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-7050941816796304431</id><published>2010-01-24T21:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:45:27.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>50.</title><content type='html'>Si yo quisiera hacer una pelicula, y quisiera que la protagonista sea Ashley Olsen, Mary-Kate se enojaría? Ashley aceptaría?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-7050941816796304431?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/7050941816796304431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=7050941816796304431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/7050941816796304431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/7050941816796304431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2010/01/50.html' title='50.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-8170147452808386574</id><published>2010-01-24T21:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:43:10.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviones'/><title type='text'>49.</title><content type='html'>En el avión, siempre me toca sentarme del lado que la comida llega más tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Algún día me gustaría saber que se siente estar del otro lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-8170147452808386574?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8170147452808386574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=8170147452808386574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8170147452808386574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8170147452808386574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2010/01/49.html' title='49.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-4449500450578715199</id><published>2009-12-03T22:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:42:34.778-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aceptaciones'/><title type='text'>48.</title><content type='html'>Hay gente que, al precer, no se enteró que los gatos tienen tan solo 4 patas y los huevos no tienen pelos.&lt;br /&gt;Si estás dentro de ese grupo de gente, te pido un favor: deja de buscar la quinta pata del gato y el pelo en el huevo, no están ni estarán!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-4449500450578715199?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4449500450578715199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=4449500450578715199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/4449500450578715199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/4449500450578715199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/12/48.html' title='48.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-2227228856721528993</id><published>2009-11-16T10:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:47:07.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>47</title><content type='html'>En mi casa, no se porqué, hace un par de semanas quedo una resaca de un diario. Esá página tiene como título "lo bueno, si breve...", lo que me llevo a pensar, cada día que lo leo, si eso es cierto.&lt;br /&gt;Lo bueno si breve...dos veces bueno? no, claro que no. Lo único bueno de todo eso es que querés más, pero eso, también es malo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2227228856721528993?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2227228856721528993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2227228856721528993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2227228856721528993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2227228856721528993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/11/47.html' title='47'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-2005976180362217265</id><published>2009-10-06T19:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:00:00.573-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alteraciones'/><title type='text'>46.</title><content type='html'>Estaba en mi casa, reconozco, no en mi mejor día. Suena el teléfono. Atiendo, al sonido de "Hola", del otro lado una voz, de una señora de unos 67 años, poco mas poco menos, que responde "Hola, Quién habla?".&lt;br /&gt;Y ahi pensé, debe ser un tema de señoras de la tercera edad, dado que mi abuela hace lo mismo. Ahora la pregunta que yo me hago es "cómo vas a llamar vos a un lugar, que sabés a donde estás llamando , y preguntar quién habla?", lo primero que tenés que hacer para estar habilitado a esa pregunta es decir quien sos vos!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vos llamás a mi casa y somos solo 3 los que vivimos acá, por lo que tenés solo 3 posibilidades de saber o pensar quien te esta atendiendo, no te pusiste a pensar que las posibilidades de que llame alguien a mi casa son infinitas??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2005976180362217265?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2005976180362217265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2005976180362217265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2005976180362217265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2005976180362217265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/10/46.html' title='46.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-8920475698165834455</id><published>2009-09-12T19:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:44:32.021-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barrios'/><title type='text'>45.</title><content type='html'>Hoy tuve que ir a villa del parque, barrio al que habré ido en bondi solo unas 5 veces. Cada vez que tengo que ir para ese lado mi mente dice, o piensa "uhh, villa del parque, que paja, es lejos" y cada vez que llego a destino mi mente dice, o piensa "al final no era tan lejos". Pero ese pensamiento no me sirve de nada, porque sé que la próxima vez que tenga que ir para ese barrio mi mente dirá, o pensará "uh, villa del parque, que paja, es lejos"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-8920475698165834455?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8920475698165834455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=8920475698165834455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8920475698165834455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8920475698165834455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/09/45.html' title='45.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-2208180896617922800</id><published>2009-09-10T23:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:11:05.616-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viejos'/><title type='text'>44.</title><content type='html'>Si hay algo que odio es que la gente me hable en la parada de bondi. Pero si tuviera que clasificar cual es el género que mas me pertutba que me dirija la palabra es gente de la tercera edad!!!!! no puedo tolerarlo, me pone los pelos de punta!&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, mientras esperaba el colectivo, una señora me cuenta que tiene frío porque cuando ella salió no estaba el clima como para abrigarse tanto y ahora refrescó. No conforme con su comentario, que no solo no me importó sino que me irritó, me pregunta "el 124, no?" a lo que yo pensé "señora, que carajo le importa la linea de bondi que estoy esperando?????"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2208180896617922800?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2208180896617922800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2208180896617922800&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2208180896617922800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2208180896617922800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/09/44.html' title='44.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-330819676437952782</id><published>2009-08-22T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:27:28.141-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loosereadas'/><title type='text'>43.</title><content type='html'>No hay nada mas de looser que en una autofoto se vea tu brazo sacando la foto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-330819676437952782?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/330819676437952782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=330819676437952782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/330819676437952782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/330819676437952782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/43.html' title='43.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-5986674520062624755</id><published>2009-08-14T19:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:31:28.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leyes'/><title type='text'>42.</title><content type='html'>Murphy, todo bien con vos, pero tu ley es una cagada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-5986674520062624755?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5986674520062624755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=5986674520062624755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5986674520062624755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5986674520062624755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/42.html' title='42.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-421775916028959638</id><published>2009-08-14T01:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:38:43.296-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagues &quot;filosóficos&quot;'/><title type='text'>41.</title><content type='html'>Hoy estaba cenando con amigas y una cuenta que tuvo sexo, despúes de mucho tiempo que no gozaba de él, y nos comentó que se dió cuenta (quedaría mejor decir "realized") que para ella el sexo lo es TODO, a lo que otra de mis amigas "enojada" responde "nada que ver! el sexo no lo es todo ni a palos!" a lo q yo le respondo "para el caso nada es todo".&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora, aca sentada, escrbiendo me doy cuenta que nada es todo y que todo son muchas cosas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-421775916028959638?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/421775916028959638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=421775916028959638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/421775916028959638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/421775916028959638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/41.html' title='41.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-4442644056499956551</id><published>2009-08-07T21:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:16:10.165-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olvidos'/><title type='text'>40.</title><content type='html'>Ayer mientas me iba quedando dormida, se me ocurrió un gran poema urbano y como, bien dije, me estaba quedando dormida, pensé "no lo anoto, total mañana me lo voy a acordar", y claramente eso no pasó.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me hizo recordar esa época en la que yo tomaba apuntes de algo con letra desprolija y pensaba "despúes lo voy a entender", cosa que jamás pasaba.&lt;br /&gt;Por ese motivo me vino a la mente "lo que no hacés hoy, por vaga, mañana tampoco lo harás"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-4442644056499956551?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4442644056499956551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=4442644056499956551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/4442644056499956551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/4442644056499956551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/40.html' title='40.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-2871076223433051599</id><published>2009-08-02T17:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:52:34.926-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humilde consejo'/><title type='text'>39.</title><content type='html'>Nunca pretendas del otro lo que vos harías, la vas a pasar mal muchas veces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2871076223433051599?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2871076223433051599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2871076223433051599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2871076223433051599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2871076223433051599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/39.html' title='39.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-8188718826691752192</id><published>2009-07-17T15:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:40:39.466-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>38.</title><content type='html'>Los judíos viven sientiendo culpa, los católicos pidiendo perdón, porqué en vez de tener esos sentimientos de mierda no dejamos de mandarnos cagadas y ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-8188718826691752192?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8188718826691752192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=8188718826691752192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8188718826691752192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8188718826691752192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/38.html' title='38.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-1424516961229592443</id><published>2009-07-15T00:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:04:18.838-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familia'/><title type='text'>37.</title><content type='html'>Si la familia es algo que al fin y al cabo se elige, porqué vivimos renegando de ella? Nos quejamos de nuestras parejas, nuestros hijos nunca hacen lo que nosotros creemos que deberían hacer, y así puedo seguir por horas. Entonces porqué no aprendemos a elegir mejor o aceptamos lo que cosechamos dado que algún día elegimos sembrarlo ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-1424516961229592443?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1424516961229592443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=1424516961229592443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1424516961229592443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1424516961229592443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/37.html' title='37.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-5116899660326333492</id><published>2009-07-13T23:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:09:03.910-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiempo'/><title type='text'>36.</title><content type='html'>Estoy sentada en la pc en mi último día de mis mini-vacaciones. Pensando en lo rápido que pasaron, y esto me lleva a preguntarme si sería mejor que uno mismo administre el paso del tiempo. A lo que me respondo que hay tareas que son mejor tercierizar. El paso del tiempo es una de ellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-5116899660326333492?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5116899660326333492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=5116899660326333492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5116899660326333492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5116899660326333492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/36.html' title='36.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-1545316811900874359</id><published>2009-07-12T02:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:09:56.948-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='val'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulet'/><title type='text'>35.</title><content type='html'>Sabés o no sabés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taminabel.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.taminabel.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lasmaniasdelula.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.lasmaniasdelula.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-1545316811900874359?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1545316811900874359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=1545316811900874359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1545316811900874359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1545316811900874359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/35.html' title='35.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-2538008923643238879</id><published>2009-07-09T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:29:26.745-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by tami y wen'/><title type='text'>34.</title><content type='html'>La ley del choreo, la mas linda con el mas feo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2538008923643238879?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2538008923643238879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2538008923643238879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2538008923643238879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2538008923643238879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/34.html' title='34.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-5962112949661136508</id><published>2009-07-01T18:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:55:04.753-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiomas'/><title type='text'>33.</title><content type='html'>Te diste cuenta que la única palabra que pronunciamos bien en "idioma cordobés" es "cordobés"? Todas las demás nos salen mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-5962112949661136508?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5962112949661136508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=5962112949661136508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5962112949661136508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5962112949661136508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/33.html' title='33.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-5743937629521953374</id><published>2009-06-29T00:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:39:05.112-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gordura'/><title type='text'>32.</title><content type='html'>Si a la mañana te levantás gorda...estás gorda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-5743937629521953374?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5743937629521953374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=5743937629521953374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5743937629521953374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5743937629521953374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/32.html' title='32.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-431438627882451631</id><published>2009-06-28T23:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:10:22.259-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gustos'/><title type='text'>31.</title><content type='html'>Descubrí que el mejoralito, que todos creíamos que tenía gusto a frutilla, tiene gusto a uva. Y si no me creen prueben el palito de la selva de este sabor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-431438627882451631?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/431438627882451631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=431438627882451631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/431438627882451631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/431438627882451631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/31.html' title='31.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-2228062758206071010</id><published>2009-06-28T23:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:53:27.976-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chizitos'/><title type='text'>30.</title><content type='html'>Los chizitos truchos son como el copo de azúcar. Se deshacen en tu boca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2228062758206071010?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2228062758206071010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2228062758206071010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2228062758206071010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2228062758206071010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/30.html' title='30.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-1430151502472079017</id><published>2009-06-27T21:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:09:37.625-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basta'/><title type='text'>29.</title><content type='html'>PBCLE (please basta con las elecciones).&lt;br /&gt;creo que me falto la G (gordi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-1430151502472079017?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1430151502472079017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=1430151502472079017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1430151502472079017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1430151502472079017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/29.html' title='29.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-2309217505313810436</id><published>2009-06-27T21:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:06:27.773-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chistonto'/><title type='text'>28.</title><content type='html'>Cuando tengas bronquitis, respira profunditis y se te pasaritis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2309217505313810436?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2309217505313810436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2309217505313810436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2309217505313810436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2309217505313810436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/28.html' title='28.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-6408579811621840865</id><published>2009-06-24T00:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:05:32.830-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preguntas sin respuesta'/><title type='text'>27.</title><content type='html'>Me estaba preguntando que si las pasas de uva son uvas pasadas, pero uvas al fín, porqué las uvas tienen carozo y las pasas no? a lo que mi hermano respondió "esas son PSR".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-6408579811621840865?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6408579811621840865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=6408579811621840865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6408579811621840865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6408579811621840865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/26.html' title='27.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-2996242867139722373</id><published>2009-06-22T19:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:05:20.900-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones'/><title type='text'>26.</title><content type='html'>Puede pasar que estes con amigas/os en una casa, viernes a la noche y hay una guitarra. Una de las chicas/os dice "toquemos algo" y agarra la guitarra, busca acordes en internet y se pone a tocar una que sabemos todas/os, vale aclarar que la persona que esta agarrando la guitarra no es la dueña de la misma. Estan todas/os cantado, pero la voz que mas se escucha es la de quien está tocando y de tan copada/o que está, se ve que se olvidó de pegarle a algún tono, entonces a vos no te queda más remedio que decirle "SGC" (sos un garrón cantando)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2996242867139722373?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2996242867139722373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2996242867139722373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2996242867139722373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2996242867139722373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/25.html' title='26.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-5028206469478545063</id><published>2009-06-16T18:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:05:02.618-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><title type='text'>25.</title><content type='html'>CF!!! (cuanta felicidad!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-5028206469478545063?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5028206469478545063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=5028206469478545063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5028206469478545063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5028206469478545063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/24.html' title='25.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-1925528635380770669</id><published>2009-06-14T05:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:04:48.629-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><title type='text'>24.</title><content type='html'>La felicidad es tener la mente desocupada y sonreir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-1925528635380770669?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1925528635380770669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=1925528635380770669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1925528635380770669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1925528635380770669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/23_14.html' title='24.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-359245908155706652</id><published>2009-06-10T20:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:48:24.996-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gustos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabores'/><title type='text'>23.</title><content type='html'>Hoy fui a comprar panes varios (queso, cebolla, aceituna) a mi panadería preferida. Al pagar me ofrecieron probar un pan de especias varias (anís, canela, cardamomo, etc), claro que acepté, pese a que la oferta no me tentaba demasiado. Lo probé, no me gustó. Pero cuando lo terminé (si claro, lo terminé) pensé "comería otro pedacito", y es acá a donde quería llegar. No te pasa a veces que hay un gusto que te gusta porque no te gusta? A ver si me puedo expresar mejor, es un sabor que lo que me gustó es que no me guste. Es como cuando comés un helado y tenés encías sensibles, pero esa sensibilidad, que en teoría no te gusta, te gusta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-359245908155706652?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/359245908155706652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=359245908155706652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/359245908155706652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/359245908155706652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/23.html' title='23.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-8723580459843354469</id><published>2009-06-09T17:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:51:39.852-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yo te avise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bermuda'/><title type='text'>22.</title><content type='html'>Estás en la playa, último día del finde largo, con dos amigas, y una te dice "era como vos dijiste, tenías razón" a lo que vos, luego de sonreirte con cara de "yo te lo dije", le respondés " chiqui, cuando vos compraste el jean, yo ya lo hice bermuda"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-8723580459843354469?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8723580459843354469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=8723580459843354469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8723580459843354469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8723580459843354469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/22_09.html' title='22.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-8035476268867871920</id><published>2009-06-06T22:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:59:32.341-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>21.</title><content type='html'>Querido 2009:&lt;br /&gt;                          Solo te escribo para decirte algo que vos y yo sabiamos, pero nunca lo habiamos blanqueado. Dado que hoy una amiga me confirmo este rumor, pienso que debemos hacerlo público: SOS MIO!&lt;br /&gt;Ahora q todos lo saben, podemos ir juntos de la mano, nos vamos a llevar bien!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                Besos&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                  Val.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-8035476268867871920?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8035476268867871920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=8035476268867871920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8035476268867871920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/8035476268867871920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/21.html' title='21.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-51333962036628184</id><published>2009-06-05T18:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:33:02.442-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viernes'/><title type='text'>20.</title><content type='html'>VIERNES. Es una palabra que me hace bien. El solo hecho de escucharla  me produce una sensación de buen humor. Sin duda, el mejor día de la semana. TGIF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-51333962036628184?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/51333962036628184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=51333962036628184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/51333962036628184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/51333962036628184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/20.html' title='20.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-5017228225879004673</id><published>2009-06-05T00:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:38:39.529-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones bala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>19. bis</title><content type='html'>"y las que tienen mucha intro, también" dice ella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-5017228225879004673?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5017228225879004673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=5017228225879004673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5017228225879004673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5017228225879004673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/19-bis.html' title='19. bis'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-3237220466909147093</id><published>2009-06-04T00:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:37:31.855-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones bala'/><title type='text'>19.</title><content type='html'>Estas en el auto con una amigua, ella maneja, vos copiloto, que pasa música. Para eso ella te da su mp3 aclarandote que tiene pocas canciones y que esas pocas que tiene son las llamadas "canciones bala". Ponés play y al poco tiempo ella te dice "podés pasar de canción, si querés" a lo que vos respondés "gracias! porque la verdad es que las canciones bala caducan"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-3237220466909147093?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3237220466909147093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=3237220466909147093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3237220466909147093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3237220466909147093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/19.html' title='19.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-3400951685073328703</id><published>2009-06-03T18:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:43:43.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triglicéridos'/><title type='text'>18.</title><content type='html'>Mi análisis de sangre dice que tengo los triglicéridos por debajo del valor normal (no se asusten, nada grave), lo único que me apena es que mi cuerpo no dice lo mismo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-3400951685073328703?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3400951685073328703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=3400951685073328703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3400951685073328703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3400951685073328703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/18.html' title='18.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-6958590221791364982</id><published>2009-06-02T20:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:43:22.098-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tami'/><title type='text'>17.</title><content type='html'>Robar es pecado, robar un chiste es un pecado piadoso. Por eso me tomé el atrevimiento, con previo aviso, de robarle un chiste a mi amiga personal tami, quien me acaba de aconsejar: " si tenés frío ponete medias, zoquete".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-6958590221791364982?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6958590221791364982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=6958590221791364982&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6958590221791364982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6958590221791364982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/17.html' title='17.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-9157269080257733413</id><published>2009-06-02T20:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:00:10.362-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aceptaciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entedimientos'/><title type='text'>16.</title><content type='html'>Tengo la leve sospecha que el mundo vivirá en paz el día que podamos aceptar que somos todos distintos y saber que somos todos iguales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-9157269080257733413?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/9157269080257733413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=9157269080257733413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/9157269080257733413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/9157269080257733413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/16.html' title='16.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-1567790625198716322</id><published>2009-06-01T15:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:54:19.068-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tontos'/><title type='text'>15.</title><content type='html'>Cuando la gente es tonta y no tiene vergueza de serlo puede ser por dos motivos:&lt;br /&gt;1. Porque además de tontos son sinverguezas.&lt;br /&gt;2. Porque son tan pero tan tontos que no se dan cuenta de que lo son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-1567790625198716322?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1567790625198716322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=1567790625198716322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1567790625198716322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1567790625198716322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/15.html' title='15.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-4943996638721453147</id><published>2009-05-30T21:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:08:39.811-03:00</updated><title type='text'>14.</title><content type='html'>MPMPMD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-4943996638721453147?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4943996638721453147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=4943996638721453147&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/4943996638721453147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/4943996638721453147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/14.html' title='14.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-6373656586408724856</id><published>2009-05-30T15:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:30:26.364-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulet'/><title type='text'>13.</title><content type='html'>Salíste del teatro con tus amigas con hambre. Deciden ir a saborear una rica mcburguer (gracias 2x1). Mientras esperan que sus bandejas se llenen de cartones rellenos, una de tus amigas divisa que dentro del mismo espacio físico hay un "Mc café" y dice: "Uy mc café que rico, claro siempre quiero lo que no tengo" a lo que vos, sin otra opción, le contestás: "claro, eso te pasa por ser humano".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-6373656586408724856?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6373656586408724856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=6373656586408724856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6373656586408724856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6373656586408724856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/13.html' title='13.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-3318006233448900676</id><published>2009-05-30T15:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:24:59.698-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiempo'/><title type='text'>12.</title><content type='html'>Si estás apurado y te vestís rápido tené cuidado, porque te podés tomar el subte que va para el lado contrario al que tenés que ir, no conforme con eso querés salir y tenés la suerte de que el molinete por el que querés pasar es el único que esta trabado, osea que además de apuradao quedás como un boludo y para el remate final cuando salís del subte, cruzás la avenida y para ir hacia el lado correcto, bajás y el subte se esta yendo.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente Napo tenía razón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-3318006233448900676?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3318006233448900676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=3318006233448900676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3318006233448900676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3318006233448900676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/12.html' title='12.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-716732152437772504</id><published>2009-05-28T18:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:21:40.145-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escritura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>11.</title><content type='html'>Tenía un prejuicio con respecto a escribir. Pensé que no nos ibamos a llevar bien. Pero ahora que nos estamos conociendo, creo que me estoy enamorando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-716732152437772504?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/716732152437772504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=716732152437772504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/716732152437772504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/716732152437772504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/11.html' title='11.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-2219436600260898152</id><published>2009-05-27T18:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:48:44.498-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miércoles'/><title type='text'>10.</title><content type='html'>Podemos decir que el miércoles es un día "celeste pastel". No se decide. Está en el medio. Y si, bien podría decir gris, un término muy utilizado en nuesta vida cotidiana, pero creo que el celeste es mas poético.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2219436600260898152?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2219436600260898152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2219436600260898152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2219436600260898152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2219436600260898152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/10.html' title='10.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-1788840204777925205</id><published>2009-05-27T00:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:47:17.733-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cola de paja'/><title type='text'>9.</title><content type='html'>Una amiga te pide que la acompañes a una fiesta, que esta su "chico". Vos sabés quien es porque viste fotos, pero tus otras amigas no lo conocen. Y claro, te piden que les muestres quién es. Lo hacés.&lt;br /&gt;Un rato despúes te colgás mirando la gente que está en la fiesta, y tu amiga, a la que acompañaste, te dice "podés dejar de mirar?" a lo que vos respondés "no estoy mirando, que CP que sos"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-1788840204777925205?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1788840204777925205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=1788840204777925205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1788840204777925205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/1788840204777925205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/9.html' title='9.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-6789062579855705639</id><published>2009-05-27T00:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:41:47.410-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaciones'/><title type='text'>8.</title><content type='html'>Definitivamente, todo lo que no avanza, retrocede! todo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-6789062579855705639?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6789062579855705639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=6789062579855705639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6789062579855705639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6789062579855705639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/8.html' title='8.'/><author><name>Val</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466385370999115884.post-5771360527624057152</id><published>2009-05-26T23:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:23:38.664-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alan'/><title type='text'>7.</title><content type='html'>Si digo "C" podría significar varias cosas, en este caso "copión".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-5771360527624057152?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5771360527624057152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=5771360527624057152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5771360527624057152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/5771360527624057152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/7_26.html' title='7.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-3593278039930014166</id><published>2009-05-26T23:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:59:59.865-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='levantadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caidas'/><title type='text'>6.bis</title><content type='html'>Tal vez lo que te está pasando es lo explicado en el 6., pero a eso le sumás que no querés hablar, entonces: "MCMLMCMV"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-3593278039930014166?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3593278039930014166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=3593278039930014166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3593278039930014166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3593278039930014166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/6bis.html' title='6.bis'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-2149557199833998469</id><published>2009-05-26T21:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:27:31.233-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='levantadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caidas'/><title type='text'>6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puede pasar que te esté pasando algo, pero en demasía. Por ejemplo, estás muy cansado/a, pero muy, y no sabés como expresarlo para que la otra persona te comprenda, entonces decís: "estoy tan cansado/a que me caigo y me levanto", pero puede pasar, también que estés más que muy muy cansado, en ese caso decís: "estoy tan, pero tan cansado que me caigo y me levanto, me cago y me vomito".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-2149557199833998469?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2149557199833998469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=2149557199833998469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2149557199833998469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/2149557199833998469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/6.html' title='6.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-6126120747701820742</id><published>2009-05-25T21:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:24:36.190-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alan'/><title type='text'>5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay gente que no se copa, irónicamente los apodamos S.T.C., siempre tan copados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-6126120747701820742?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6126120747701820742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=6126120747701820742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6126120747701820742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6126120747701820742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/5.html' title='5.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-3661060425852998860</id><published>2009-05-25T21:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:24:50.189-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ortivas'/><title type='text'>4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puede pasar que tengas un novio, una amiga, persona cercana, que cuando alguien propone algo copado para hacer, su reacción es lo que conocemos como "ortiva". A estas personas hemos de llamar MO, mala onda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-3661060425852998860?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3661060425852998860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=3661060425852998860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3661060425852998860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/3661060425852998860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/4.html' title='4.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-6445844553772228658</id><published>2009-05-25T19:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:21:58.697-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dulce de leche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocotorta'/><title type='text'>3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Viernes a la noche, tenes que ocuparte de preparar el postre para la cena con amigos/as. Estás llegando a tu casa después de un largo día de trabajo mientras pensás con que los/las vas a sorprender, tiene que ser algo rico y rápido de hacer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pasás por el chino y comprás un dulce de leche, un queso blanco y un paquete de Chocolinas, pero no para hacer una chocotorta, sino para hacer la famosa mezcla de dulce y queso con unas chocolinas trituradas (muy rico por cierto).&lt;br /&gt;Despúes de la cena, empiezan a degustar el postre que vos hiciste, y tu paladar dice que le falta dulce de leche, a lo que alguién responde: "a mi me gusta así, porque me gusta más el queso" y vos le explicás que: "La mezcla de la chocolinas es un dulce de leche suavizado, no un queso adulcedelechado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-6445844553772228658?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6445844553772228658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=6445844553772228658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6445844553772228658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/6445844553772228658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html' title='3.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-7994723353145134205</id><published>2009-05-25T19:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:25:16.058-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puré de tomate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chat'/><title type='text'>2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mientras estás chateando con una amiga, entre otras cosas, ella te cuenta que hace unos pocos días hizo un tuco, pero que estaba muy desabrido, lo que te lleva a preguntar que ingredientes ultilizó. Te va nombrando hasta que llega al puré de tomate. Eso hace que vos le digas que ahí está el error, claro que ella pregunta el porqué, y vos le explicás que el puré de tomate son los restos del tomate, que "el puré de tomate es como el paco".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-7994723353145134205?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/7994723353145134205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=7994723353145134205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/7994723353145134205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/7994723353145134205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/2.html' title='2.'/><author><name>Val</name><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-8466385370999115884.post-800401429716179680</id><published>2009-05-25T19:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:25:32.334-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dulce de leche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigas'/><title type='text'>1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Situación: Estás en una cena con amigas, ya terminaron de comer y morís por una cucharadita de dulce de leche. Vas a la heladera y ves un dulce de leche "Ser", lo agarrás junto con una cucharita y vas a la mesa. Una de tus amigas, que está a dieta, te pregunta: "está riquísimo, no?" a lo que vos respondés: "no, la verdad que no", y ella insiste: "dale boluda, igual no voy a comer" y vos, para que entienda lo que esta pasando y te crea, le decís: "Si fuera Colonial no te la careteo, pero es Ser"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466385370999115884-800401429716179680?l=poetizaurbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/feeds/800401429716179680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466385370999115884&amp;postID=800401429716179680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/800401429716179680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466385370999115884/posts/default/800401429716179680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetizaurbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/1.html' title='1.'/><author><name>Val</name><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></feed>
