<?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-6363050</id><updated>2011-09-03T13:52:35.252+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comenzó la nueva era de la comunicación. O no.</title><subtitle type='html'>Mi abuelo dijo "no empieces nada que no sepas como termina". Perdón.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363050.post-107712497449327600</id><published>2004-02-18T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:25:34.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anuncio públicamente que, debido al escaso éxito popular de las fábulas (hecho explícito por la carencia de comentarios), ésta última es eso, la última. Desde hoy sólo las haré por encargo. Hala pues. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6363050-107712497449327600?l=theoryzgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107712497449327600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107712497449327600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712497449327600' title=''/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363050.post-107712322421889486</id><published>2004-02-18T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T17:56:23.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allá, en los mentideros del pueblo, se dijo durante mucho tiempo la verdad. El oso hormiguero con flequillo vivía a costa de los demás. Pero a nadie le importó demasiado hasta que el lémur socorrista se indignó públicamente por ello. Únicamente la grulla funambulista mantuvo sus principios, junto a él,... frente a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6363050-107712322421889486?l=theoryzgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107712322421889486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107712322421889486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712322421889486' title=''/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363050.post-107703557701971163</id><published>2004-02-17T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T17:35:35.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Érase que se era, que una mañana hermosa un pejegallo amenorreico tuvo un capricho singular: "Un porro me quiero fumar, aunque en ayunas me ha de encontrar". El guacamayo trompetista, el más conocido proveedor de sustancias de la barriada murió la semana pasada, con lo que la incerteza asoló su alma. Quizá la orca socialista merecía otra oportunidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6363050-107703557701971163?l=theoryzgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107703557701971163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107703557701971163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107703557701971163' title=''/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363050.post-107660333838236662</id><published>2004-02-12T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T17:31:29.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Miénteme, por favor, miénteme si es necesario, pero jamás vuelvas a decirme eso" dijo amenazante la foca leopardo a la lombriz sin seguro. La medusa alquimista, tras la puerta, comprendió que desaparecer ya no era simplemente una opción.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6363050-107660333838236662?l=theoryzgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107660333838236662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107660333838236662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660333838236662' title=''/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363050.post-107608152495177956</id><published>2004-02-06T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T16:34:27.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un puto bicho raro se levantó por la mañana y dijo "pa que coño me vi a levantar". Y se metio otra vez en la cama. Punto final. A ver si así os da por comentar algo , cojones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6363050-107608152495177956?l=theoryzgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107608152495177956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107608152495177956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608152495177956' title=''/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363050.post-107599646983703997</id><published>2004-02-05T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:56:51.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se abre un nuevo día en la costa. La vida es púrpura ahora. El calamar barbilampiño salió ayer a cenar con el celacanto odontólogo. "Es posible que se amen tanto como dicen", dijo el koala con dengue antes de darse la vuelta y desaparecer para siempre, con una lágrima a punto de besarle. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6363050-107599646983703997?l=theoryzgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107599646983703997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107599646983703997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599646983703997' title=''/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363050.post-107599431971157000</id><published>2004-02-05T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:21:01.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"¡Máldita mujer!" exclamó la garrapata malabarista. Sus recuerdos le asaltaban de improviso siempre que miraba a Jane, la ñu ambidiestra. Un año más, aguanta, se decia a sí mismo. No sabía que pasaría el resto de sus días en prisión con un pato almizclero sonámbulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6363050-107599431971157000?l=theoryzgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107599431971157000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107599431971157000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599431971157000' title=''/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363050.post-107513181195076672</id><published>2004-01-26T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T16:45:39.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un saltamontes con patillas paseaba placidamente por los parajes en los que había descubierto el amor. Aquella cucaracha pecosa le atrajo enormemente. Hizo mal y lo sabe. Ahora debe pasarle una pensión para mantener a esos preciosos churumbeles. Tres hormigas cabezonas que representan todo aquello que quiso ser y nunca fue. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6363050-107513181195076672?l=theoryzgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107513181195076672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107513181195076672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513181195076672' title=''/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363050.post-107470197314484173</id><published>2004-01-21T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:21:34.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"En fin", dijo la tortuga al ornitorrinco, a lo que respondió presto el urogallo "Pues no te creas que no tiene huevos la cosa, oye". Oyéndolo la marmota albina requirió: "A ver si os calláis de una puta vez que algunos trabajamos mañana temprano".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6363050-107470197314484173?l=theoryzgz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107470197314484173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6363050/posts/default/107470197314484173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoryzgz.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470197314484173' title=''/><author><name>Jose Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08873581954223608706</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></entry></feed>
