<?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-3852995050013426696</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:46:28.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde el exilio</title><subtitle type='html'>Espacio y tiempo entre palabras e imágenes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-3359248047017389849</id><published>2011-06-30T11:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:04:54.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contadores</title><summary type='text'>Me parece un absurdo encapsular la existencia de manera lineal y contar el tiempo para marcar distancias, o contar km para separar humanos. Así fueran 40, 106 o 672 años, meses, kilómetros o hectáreas, te seguiría queriendo igual. Un beso.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEqYE0q6LAI' title='Contadores'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3359248047017389849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=3359248047017389849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/3359248047017389849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/3359248047017389849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/06/contadores.html' title='Contadores'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-4611092602866048741</id><published>2011-05-08T02:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T03:24:44.454+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayeres sin mañana</title><summary type='text'>De pronto me dí cuenta que estaba escribiendo un poema...(San Sebastian, 2011)  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4611092602866048741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=4611092602866048741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/4611092602866048741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/4611092602866048741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/05/ayeres-sin-manana.html' title='Ayeres sin mañana'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuobgehtJcU/TcXtSUDiOfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-8cbEsx1FC0/s72-c/DONOSTIA01_19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-6048826106759387135</id><published>2011-04-18T05:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T04:07:18.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen</title><summary type='text'>This Girl is Least Likely To fly  but she'll get far, Believe me. She will,  and when you turn around to find her you will see nothing left behind. The one left abandoned is now you. You do it once,  but you can't do it twice.  The girl who's least likely to fly has wings in her eyes and unsolved mysteries that take her to a very far away land where there's no sorrow or mellowness my dear. "Hope </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xdt58T366xw' title='Amen'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6048826106759387135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=6048826106759387135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/6048826106759387135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/6048826106759387135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/amen.html' title='Amen'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3W64zaPJWQ/Tauv1jxREbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vO2C9ScXfts/s72-c/expo%2Bkfe1_13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-3816757068350994174</id><published>2011-04-11T14:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:12:37.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Then there was sound..</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Aiming for the starts  After a little while there’s nothing that can reach so high.  Is it the silver? Is it the gold?  Or is it just the little brightness that comes with it all?  If I should have know that those were all your dreams,  Dreaming the dream migh just had been enough  For you and I are different somehow.  And dare you reach a little bit more high  My tongue </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vt2r2rUHc7Q' title='Then there was sound..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3816757068350994174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=3816757068350994174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/3816757068350994174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/3816757068350994174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/then-there-was-sound.html' title='Then there was sound..'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7ABo2Y40u0/TaLv7oPPBWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/teKMPfpmyjQ/s72-c/expo%2Bkfe1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-194631181257739947</id><published>2011-03-23T18:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:15:43.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking THE WALK</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;   &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;   &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  For P., who taught me how to see  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   And we laughed like crazy  As mad men standing in the middle of the rain.  And we drew our minds through the mist  Thinking that time couldn’t pass by,  Believing we still had hope to change it all around,  But life just kept it simple  It took away all those chances and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/194631181257739947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=194631181257739947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/194631181257739947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/194631181257739947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/walking-walk.html' title='Walking THE WALK'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfBog5879_U/TYosaVdZ07I/AAAAAAAAAOY/4fUOPkO42_0/s72-c/la%2Bfoto-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-590536691416957112</id><published>2011-03-12T21:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:31:36.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autodefinición impuesta...</title><summary type='text'>Mirando hacia adentrotodo es silencio.Sin palabrasNo logro definir sentido alguno, por eso escucho, escribo, pienso y siento aunque sea una línea, apenas un punto o un esbozo de color.Sólo así puedo vivir, memorizar y sentirlo que nunca dijelo que siempre creílo que creo verdaderoy lo que sé es verdad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/590536691416957112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=590536691416957112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/590536691416957112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/590536691416957112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/autodefinicion-impuesta.html' title='Autodefinición impuesta...'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYaT4aTLm7s/TXvVAr5xVZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/e3gSYvjyo7U/s72-c/caras04_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-2355439768284728892</id><published>2011-03-05T04:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T04:51:20.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comenzando el viaje...</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Coincidentemente la inspiración llega a horas de estar en lo que parece ser el punto álgido de mi existencia. En definitiva no estoy donde me habría gustado estar, o de menos en dónde yo había pensado. Gracias a Dios ese es el caso, tal vez si así fuera no me sentiría como me siento ahora. Nadando entre palabras e imágenes me vine a encontrar de pronto en medio de un mundo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2355439768284728892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=2355439768284728892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/2355439768284728892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/2355439768284728892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/coincidentemente-la-inspiracion-llega.html' title='Comenzando el viaje...'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5vqgLjK9Xw/TXGxc6uLB2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nu1cC3AqNGs/s72-c/P2150288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-312919514554709852</id><published>2011-02-23T09:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:21:46.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La cosa es:</title><summary type='text'>¿...?&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Mi cabeza siempre es un mar de preguntas, a veces pasivas y a veces tan caóticas como el oleaje en medio de un tifón. Los tsunamis del año pasado no se los deseo a nadie, francamente me parece incluso increíble estar viva para contarlos. Al final creo la masilla sí puede pegar el alma, no sé cuánto dure, pero en lo que esto funciona seguiré adelante, si me vuelvo a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/312919514554709852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=312919514554709852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/312919514554709852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/312919514554709852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='La cosa es:'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lgmvR47wtz8/TWTAbL1hAjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7JCJskn_Ek4/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-8074354523175861957</id><published>2011-02-07T00:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:39:39.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida entre mudos es la mejor</title><summary type='text'>"... las mejores palabras de amor están entre dos gentes que no se dicen nada..."(J. Sabines)                            &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Muros de palabras,  Emociones contenidas y un par de manos que juegan a tocarse sin mirar.  Ojos que miran esperando no mirarse,  espiando al adversario,  el rincón más oculto del corazón.  La cara entre las manos,  sudor frío recorriendo la piel.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8074354523175861957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=8074354523175861957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/8074354523175861957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/8074354523175861957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-vida-entre-mudos-es-la-mejor.html' title='La vida entre mudos es la mejor'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TU88H9_9iII/AAAAAAAAANw/vqS8UT1kVoc/s72-c/mmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-2633027817850578836</id><published>2011-02-03T21:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:24:18.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los locos nunca se van...</title><summary type='text'>Loquita este es principalmente por ti, porque no sé decirlo de otra forma, y porque te quiero.&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Los amigos, aun sin saberlo, salvan vidas... Los míos me la han salvado más de una vez y sospecho seguirán haciéndolo aún sin darse cuenta, puedo decir sin lugar a dudas que tengo lo mejor de esta vida y no estoy sola, aunque a veces así me sienta.   La soledad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2633027817850578836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=2633027817850578836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/2633027817850578836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/2633027817850578836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/02/los-locos-nunca-se-van.html' title='Los locos nunca se van...'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TUsZyUWHqfI/AAAAAAAAANo/PNY2GNzeis0/s72-c/PA080602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-6693408439200546038</id><published>2011-01-27T16:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:07:23.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trascendencia es:</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Hoy han pasado meses y todavía te extraño. Me habría gustado platicar contigo en silencio, como sólo tú y yo sabíamos hacerlo.. ¿Ves? Las palabras vienen presurosas a mi encuentro y se me escapan por los dedos, tal vez la tinta sería más inteligente si les diera otro giro, otra connotación o las cargara de un significado más sublime.   He pensado en ti, mucho… Te extraño, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6693408439200546038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=6693408439200546038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/6693408439200546038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/6693408439200546038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/trascendencia-es.html' title='Trascendencia es:'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TUGVvyaSKnI/AAAAAAAAANU/8rOw1U2xmjw/s72-c/PA090727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-2305443448749637056</id><published>2011-01-27T06:27:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:25:29.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnio latente (¿Acciones requeridas?)</title><summary type='text'>NacerPresentir  SoñarBuscar  Escribir  AndarLlamar  EncontrarGritarSaltar  CorrerAbrazarSusurrarEscucharBailarCompartirObservarAmar  Despedir  Llorar  AgonizarMorir, pero...¿y si no sabemos conjugar?  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;     &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2305443448749637056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=2305443448749637056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/2305443448749637056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/2305443448749637056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/acciones-requeridas.html' title='Insomnio latente (¿Acciones requeridas?)'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TUEEghYn_4I/AAAAAAAAANM/BH4C8lgmd_s/s72-c/ftact20090413_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-795449453803954117</id><published>2011-01-24T06:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T06:44:00.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encuentros..</title><summary type='text'>Los locos no saben estar soloscomo locos se buscancomo locos se reconocen.Los locos no saben escribir con otra tinta que no sea negra,entre espacios en blanco y líneas,se les va la vida contemplándo los minutos,mirándo la paredobservando como las hormigas se les meten a los ojos,y la gente los llama locos.¡Locos!A gritos se repite el eco en boca de todos.¡Loco! llaman desde detrás del televisor,¿</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/795449453803954117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=795449453803954117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/795449453803954117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/795449453803954117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/encuentros.html' title='Encuentros..'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TT0Q8e7_P4I/AAAAAAAAANE/iDyJafNsODA/s72-c/OVD_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-8876875979253826908</id><published>2011-01-19T05:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T06:50:10.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Receta para locos</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Por la boca se vive y por la boca se muere.  Antes de que nos ahoguen las palabras no hay que olvidar que 3/4 partes de nosotros somos agua y el resto es sentimiento. Contra los ahogos y asfixias repetir casi cual mantra "soy agua, tengo que fluir", una vez, dos veces, tres veces... miles de veces, millones de veces, tantas como sea necesario. Si eso no funciona estamos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8876875979253826908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=8876875979253826908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/8876875979253826908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/8876875979253826908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/receta-para-locos.html' title='Receta para locos'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TTZ18zgKFrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hDBrNg8j4n0/s72-c/oslo155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-3750033478422416067</id><published>2011-01-15T04:37:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:16:03.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre mudos y mundos</title><summary type='text'>He empezado a escribir ya un par de veces, esta es la tercera.. ¿será la vencida?.. Las palabras siguen sin venir a mi mente. Curioso, nunca he tenido problema para escribir aunque al final no envie las letras, o bueno casi nunca pero ahora.. Llevo días, y cuando digo días lo digo de manera literal, en los que he pensado en escribirte pero todo es silencio. No hay palabras, no hay luz, sólo hay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3750033478422416067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=3750033478422416067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/3750033478422416067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/3750033478422416067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/entre-mudos-y-mundos.html' title='Entre mudos y mundos'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TTEXnePHf_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/CNtT74_2WYw/s72-c/la%2Bfoto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-5875442474661386586</id><published>2011-01-02T16:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:51:33.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Al lado del camino</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Recuerdo el amanecer, el no querer que el sol saliera. Ese azul tenue del cielo que siempre viene acompañado de lo más frío del día. Echada en mi cama miraba la ventana y pensaba en cómo en alguna ocasión se detuvo el sol frente a la batalla contra Gabaón y pude imaginar que seguro hemos sido muchos los que en más de una ocasión hemos pedido que se detenga el sol, el tiempo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5875442474661386586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=5875442474661386586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/5875442474661386586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/5875442474661386586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2011/01/al-lado-del-camino.html' title='Al lado del camino'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TSCgudQR4TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/v6yyQDLDscM/s72-c/aToledo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-6848826828647658286</id><published>2010-12-29T21:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:07:20.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  … Y así se me fue el tiempo… Tan rápido como unos puntos suspensivos. Me acostumbré rápidamente a su presencia, a la cadencia de su voz y a la extrañeza de sus andares. Finalmente se me cayó el mito, pero me quedó el humano, un gran humano, un maravilloso ser humano… No hay mucho más que pueda decir, las similitudes hasta a mi me daban miedo y me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6848826828647658286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=6848826828647658286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/6848826828647658286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/6848826828647658286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TRuZiZNFyPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eIPkxshr4n8/s72-c/flamenco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-1689542239667146952</id><published>2010-12-25T16:24:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:19:17.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La espera</title><summary type='text'>   &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;   &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;(¡...!)El universo de las palabras a veces se queda corto. Es difícil comenzar a hablar de algo que es tan mío, que incluso yo misma a veces no entiendo y me da miedo. Hay momentos, personas y lugares que nos cambian la vida, comenzamos a verla y referirnos a ella como un "antes de..." o "después de...".     Su nombre llegó a mi vida junto con el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1689542239667146952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=1689542239667146952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/1689542239667146952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/1689542239667146952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-espera.html' title='La espera'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TRYNUTHsvZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ZCzsQwAyq5Y/s72-c/ContactSheet-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-5399082398190196998</id><published>2010-12-19T04:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T04:20:20.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder of one...</title><summary type='text'>(Fx. Silencio)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5399082398190196998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=5399082398190196998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/5399082398190196998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/5399082398190196998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/murder-of-one.html' title='Murder of one...'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TQ152RuaSvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YxxBugXv1x0/s72-c/Picture%2B5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-3076691717874635009</id><published>2010-12-18T01:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:35:55.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e lucevan le stelle (Días extraños)</title><summary type='text'>Silencio.... silencio... silencio... Incluso la luz es estática, no se escucha el respirar de los grillos ni el rechinar de las puertas con tanto vacío. Sentada, en medio de la habitación, miro de un lado a otro buscando respuestas, pero los muros son blancos y mudos, aquí no hay nadie más que el silencio y yo. Mis movimientos son imperceptibles, se desarollan por minutos, incluso por horas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3076691717874635009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=3076691717874635009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/3076691717874635009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/3076691717874635009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-lucevan-le-stelle-dias-extranos.html' title='e lucevan le stelle (Días extraños)'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TQwPoA4vu6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Mu3mK98F1co/s72-c/blogg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-2137159860558429675</id><published>2010-06-26T00:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:47:38.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que no pare el corazón, que no pare nunca, nunca!!!</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Que no pare el corazón, que no pare nuncaQue no pare a tomar un descanso ni para tomar el aire  Que no pare al salir de casa y que no para en la parada del autobús.     Que no pare,   que nunca pare ese latir melancólico  ese esperar ansioso, esa risa incontenida  ese aliento de vida.     Que no pare ese devenir majestuoso.  Que no pare  ¡Estamos vivos!  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2137159860558429675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=2137159860558429675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/2137159860558429675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/2137159860558429675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2010/06/que-no-pare-el-corazon-que-no-pare.html' title='Que no pare el corazón, que no pare nunca, nunca!!!'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/TQwSrwzXStI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DQ9Uvnal0JE/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-5321321280594696808</id><published>2009-12-19T16:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:03:46.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Principio I</title><summary type='text'>La luz está hecha de sombrasInstantes, silenciosbuenos y malos.A por la luz, a por la vida.(madrid, 2009) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5321321280594696808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=5321321280594696808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/5321321280594696808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/5321321280594696808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/principio-i.html' title='Principio I'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2d02Ao9pIA/Syz2aaAryVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/j81S5iulPtE/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852995050013426696.post-7328232131281968574</id><published>2009-07-18T23:50:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:41:15.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saldos</title><summary type='text'>Bien... A perderle el miedo a esto, ¿no? He decidido liberarme de los fantasmas, de las sombras, de los por qués y de las palabras. Hoy no hay más silencios, de menos no incomprendidos. He decidido hacer el saldo de lo que ha sido mi vida hasta el momento. Nada mal para ser la primera vez o el primer intento. Los saldos desde que llegué a este extraño país son:- 2 mudanzas, una buena y una mala (</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a41e4270fd7f566&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=72e9c16b49c25df9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7328232131281968574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3852995050013426696&amp;postID=7328232131281968574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/7328232131281968574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3852995050013426696/posts/default/7328232131281968574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtgoenaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/saldos.html' title='Saldos'/><author><name>Marcela Tinoco Goenaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07462902181078508209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
