<?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-10618738.post1252287851237084846..comments</id><updated>2008-12-10T10:11:58.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Vampíricos Placeres...: Sobre el Placer...</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/feeds/1252287851237084846/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html'/><author><name>MaRieLa  In  ChAiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402561112244042717</uri><email>dark.lady.with.the.spinning.head@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-3049231506322966278</id><published>2006-11-24T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:58:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El placer me llevará a la muerte, sí excedo la dos...</title><content type='html'>El placer me llevará a la muerte, sí excedo la dosis, si cada día quiera más...&lt;br /&gt;Ya me puse al corriente, mi hermana de heridas. Te espero en mi campo santo para que, de igual manera, critiques o comentes algo de mis escritos. Gracias de antemano, y que bien te quedó tu nuevo espacio. &lt;br /&gt;Un beso a tu yugular, una mordida a tus muñecas...&lt;br /&gt;gEr</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/3049231506322966278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/3049231506322966278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1164351480000#c3049231506322966278' title=''/><author><name>gEr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-8135140019462286144</id><published>2006-11-08T02:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T02:30:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R2K:
=D Welcome to my pleasure's dungeon.


Naxos:...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;R2K:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;=D Welcome to my pleasure's dungeon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naxos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hay que ser rasposos con quien merece trato hard core, ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como te decía, esta cita la vi recientemente en el texto sobre el erotismo de G. Bataille y me pareció que más que nada resume esto: Hay placer en el crimen, hay placer en la muerte -provocándola-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va, me debes unos grititos de Diamanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedonistas Saludos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mar de Isaac:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;El encierro frustró su escape de las represiones de la Francia de aquel siglo donde cortaban razón con un bello artefacto llamado guillotina... y Sade gritaba por la ventana de su celda "¡Pueblo de París, están asesinando a los prisioneros!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta volver renovada... tú, sigue visitando este santuario de placeres.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conde of Dead:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merci beaucoup, mon chéri!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nosferatu:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te agradezco las felicitaciones, estimado vampiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesante teoría la del maestro Paz... pero con las letras se puede asfixiar a muchos, sobretodo el Marqués, quien deseaba castigar a la sociedad francesa, asquearlos hasta el dolor... ¿lo logró?, ¿lo sigue logrando -no sólo en la Galia-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colmillos al cuello para vos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ángel:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y de hecho él no pretendía que lo admirasen, sino todo lo opuesto, para que en verdad provocara reacciones fuertes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raistlin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comprendo el caos que vivimos en esta ciudad, caballero... mientras vengas a guiñar un ojo de vez en cuando no iré a buscarte a la Plaza de Santo Domingo -como en una de tus historias-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitud y un beso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gatto:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperaba encontrarte para esto de la mudanza pero como no te veía, me comieron las ansias por empezar... luego me dices qué tal voy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrazos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deux ex machina:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coincido contigo acerca de Sade y el placer... yo admiro al hombre y también llegué a sentir su provocación cuando leí "Los 120 días de Sodoma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Placeres serpentarios?, ohh, yo sé de eso, uno de tantos es quitarse la piel y hacer que se renueve  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placenteros Saludos sin Robótica.&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/8135140019462286144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/8135140019462286144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162974600000#c8135140019462286144' title=''/><author><name>AkashA DulcineA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06402561112244042717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09548258671848147673'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-9016333976262273560</id><published>2006-11-07T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:51:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pues claro, si sde no era pendejo y mucho menos un...</title><content type='html'>pues claro, si sde no era pendejo y mucho menos un sadico como dicen, un agran mente sin duda o un gran loko, ambos con el mismo patron cerebral..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el placer presisamente es lo que nos encadena al plano terreno, por eso era simbolizado con la vibora, que esta siempre en contacto con la tierra; terrenal; placer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh ya me dieron ganas de rocar pieles con otra serpiente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saludos resonantes y escamosos querida dulcinea</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/9016333976262273560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/9016333976262273560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162932660000#c9016333976262273560' title=''/><author><name>Deux ex machina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00565285312271377147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-6440998688101116361</id><published>2006-11-07T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:26:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastante paradojico. 

Mujer, por lo que veo no ha...</title><content type='html'>Bastante paradojico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer, por lo que veo no has necesitado mi ayuda, y sí, leí tu mail, revice el adjunto y te agregue al messenger para conversar acerca de eso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero podamos hablar y así ayudarte. Besito</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/6440998688101116361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/6440998688101116361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162920360000#c6440998688101116361' title=''/><author><name>Gatto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01550971877855294675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-3014629779521292825</id><published>2006-11-06T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:15:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo algo se de paradojas, tengo una vida llena de e...</title><content type='html'>Yo algo se de paradojas, tengo una vida llena de ellas, por eso he andado un tanto perdido de estos lares.&lt;br /&gt;Me Encanta tu casa Nueva, Felicidades y le dejo un beso Mi Lady.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/3014629779521292825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/3014629779521292825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162854900000#c3014629779521292825' title=''/><author><name>Raistlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03091707176861633091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-6188959027297853523</id><published>2006-11-06T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:28:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El divino marqués sabía lo que decía.</title><content type='html'>El divino marqués sabía lo que decía.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/6188959027297853523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/6188959027297853523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162837680000#c6188959027297853523' title=''/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17853715118001249212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-5096009155962509772</id><published>2006-11-05T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:57:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>encantadora decoración de su morada mi kerida amig...</title><content type='html'>encantadora decoración de su morada mi kerida amiga. mis felicitaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sade, el bueno de sade y sus paradojas. octavio paz sospechaba ke en realidad era masokista y escribía para estar cerca de las víctimas: los verdugos no tienen nada ke decir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un beso en sus dedos, un mordiscón en sus pensamientos...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/5096009155962509772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/5096009155962509772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162789020000#c5096009155962509772' title=''/><author><name>Nosferatu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943241934111794864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to 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href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162763040000#c467698347144482545' title=''/><author><name>CoNDe oF DeaD</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-5320405959634497727</id><published>2006-11-04T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:08:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Las rutinas de un gran ser.
Sus estancias en la ca...</title><content type='html'>Las rutinas de un gran ser.&lt;br /&gt;Sus estancias en la carcel(acaso uno de sus tantos lugares predilectos), su idas y venidas, su fuerza e imaginacion, sus letras sobre la inocencia y su hermana.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastico Sade.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;QUE VIVA EL SADISMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto vuelvo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por regresar.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/5320405959634497727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/5320405959634497727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162652880000#c5320405959634497727' title=''/><author><name>Mar de Isaac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381526098271207915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-5343928250453323965</id><published>2006-11-04T02:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:47:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pues te pones ruda con la cita, vampira. Sin embar...</title><content type='html'>Pues te pones ruda con la cita, vampira. Sin embargo, muy personalmente dudo que la primera premisa de Sade sea completamente verdadera. Lejos de querer clavarme, quizá haya algo de cierto en eso de que el placer mata, no obstante, hay que cuidarse de no sublimarlo respecto a la vida, ya que el placer no es lo único que le proporciona intensidad a la existencia, y esa es la única forma de romper con la paradoja. De todos modos, la cita mueve al pensamiento a niveles insospechados. Más bien el problema sería saber qué tanto es tantito ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temandosaludosytedebounarola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD&lt;br /&gt;Metida en el template eh?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/5343928250453323965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/5343928250453323965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162630020000#c5343928250453323965' title=''/><author><name>Naxos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785936991291799283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-2353296263125723741</id><published>2006-11-03T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:26:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>: )</title><content type='html'>: )</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/2353296263125723741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/1252287851237084846/comments/default/2353296263125723741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html?showComment=1162610760000#c2353296263125723741' title=''/><author><name>R2K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811444061099920223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/sobre-el-placer.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1252287851237084846' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/1252287851237084846' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>