<?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-6670222185986480933</id><updated>2011-08-02T21:54:40.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viajoligera</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viajoligera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670222185986480933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viajoligera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>viajoligera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06733868892487065822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670222185986480933.post-2739309468172520898</id><published>2010-08-17T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T07:53:17.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SALIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mw78fdC-v7A/TGpFDE00xiI/AAAAAAAAJWw/sjOdjMB-Uow/s1600/saliva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506289413551080994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mw78fdC-v7A/TGpFDE00xiI/AAAAAAAAJWw/sjOdjMB-Uow/s320/saliva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tercer día de ayuno.&lt;br /&gt;Los ojos inyectados en sangre a causa del calor y la dieta,&lt;br /&gt;se ocupan en evitar miradas directas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Huyen del saludo, los alientos apestan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabezas bajas, movimientos torpes, manos sin fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;Los cuepos blandos, las voces taimadas,&lt;br /&gt;los comerciantes y los &lt;em&gt;garsonlar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6670222185986480933&amp;amp;postID=2739309468172520898#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; no ocupan hoy las aceras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disminuye el ruido, la actividad cesa,&lt;br /&gt;la ciudad se derrite, pesada, triste y lenta.&lt;br /&gt;El sol aprieta, aprieta......y aprieta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez en cuando un suspiro de brisa que sube del Bósforo,&lt;br /&gt;ofrece una tímida tregua.&lt;br /&gt;La espera se huele, interminable...intensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Duelen las entrañas!&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué &lt;em&gt;Güneş&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6670222185986480933&amp;amp;postID=2739309468172520898#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; adelante su reloj de pulsera,&lt;br /&gt;qué se haga la sombra,&lt;br /&gt;qué las carpas se enciendan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué se encuentren las ganas reunidas entorno a la mesa,&lt;br /&gt;que las bocas saliven,&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;em&gt;iftar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6670222185986480933&amp;amp;postID=2739309468172520898#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; llega...ay, sí! ¡Ya llega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tres dátiles lo anuncian,&lt;br /&gt;con su carne dulce, obscena,&lt;br /&gt;y el placer se derrama en las bocas llenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6670222185986480933&amp;amp;postID=2739309468172520898#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Plural de la palabra turca &lt;em&gt;garson&lt;/em&gt; que significa camarero y que como puede apreciarse se trata de una adaptación fonética de la palabra francesa &lt;em&gt;garçon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6670222185986480933&amp;amp;postID=2739309468172520898#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;En turco significa Sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6670222185986480933&amp;amp;postID=2739309468172520898#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iftar&lt;/em&gt; es la primera comida que rompe el ayuno del día durante el mes de ramadán. Tiene lugar una vez se ha puesto el sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670222185986480933-2739309468172520898?l=viajoligera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viajoligera.blogspot.com/feeds/2739309468172520898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viajoligera.blogspot.com/2010/08/saliva.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670222185986480933/posts/default/2739309468172520898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670222185986480933/posts/default/2739309468172520898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viajoligera.blogspot.com/2010/08/saliva.html' title='SALIVA'/><author><name>nuria</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mw78fdC-v7A/TGpFDE00xiI/AAAAAAAAJWw/sjOdjMB-Uow/s72-c/saliva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
