<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26427119.post5572087980565220535..comments</id><updated>2009-01-20T23:00:01.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on ANTIPOESÍA: There is a season (turn, turn, turn)</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.antipoesia.com/feeds/5572087980565220535/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/5572087980565220535/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.antipoesia.com/2008/12/there-is-season-turn-turn-turn.html'/><author><name>Moncho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393253569937696381</uri><email>ramon.egea.h@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26427119.post-914407210434532720</id><published>2009-01-20T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:00:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perder el trabajo es sólo el primer paso hacia la ...</title><content type='html'>Perder el trabajo es sólo el primer paso hacia la vejez.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/5572087980565220535/comments/default/914407210434532720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/5572087980565220535/comments/default/914407210434532720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.antipoesia.com/2008/12/there-is-season-turn-turn-turn.html?showComment=1232488800000#c914407210434532720' title=''/><author><name>Alter ego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09995833444635129185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.antipoesia.com/2008/12/there-is-season-turn-turn-turn.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26427119.post-5572087980565220535' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/posts/default/5572087980565220535' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26427119.post-878323381490194835</id><published>2008-12-29T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:48:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué diriges hoy? Aprieta el paso y aligera la cor...</title><content type='html'>¿Qué diriges hoy? &lt;BR/&gt;Aprieta el paso y aligera la corbata.&lt;BR/&gt;Pero por favor, sigue enseñando los pelos tras los calcetines al sentarte.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/5572087980565220535/comments/default/878323381490194835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/5572087980565220535/comments/default/878323381490194835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.antipoesia.com/2008/12/there-is-season-turn-turn-turn.html?showComment=1230508080000#c878323381490194835' title=''/><author><name>Gato negro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09886599231858328735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.antipoesia.com/2008/12/there-is-season-turn-turn-turn.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26427119.post-5572087980565220535' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/posts/default/5572087980565220535' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26427119.post-7713706296392376456</id><published>2008-12-27T01:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:34:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En mi cabeza nunca has tenido corbata, y siempre e...</title><content type='html'>En mi cabeza nunca has tenido corbata, y siempre el pelo de paja del que hablaba Elia en aquel texto.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Hablamos después.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/5572087980565220535/comments/default/7713706296392376456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/5572087980565220535/comments/default/7713706296392376456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.antipoesia.com/2008/12/there-is-season-turn-turn-turn.html?showComment=1230338040000#c7713706296392376456' title=''/><author><name>La Niña Boomerang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12381756702902906249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.antipoesia.com/2008/12/there-is-season-turn-turn-turn.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26427119.post-5572087980565220535' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26427119/posts/default/5572087980565220535' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>