<?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.post7713967331547378848..comments</id><updated>2008-12-10T10:11:58.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Vampíricos Placeres...: El Juego de la Amante Muerta</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/feeds/7713967331547378848/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1253376625517985890</id><published>2006-12-01T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:21:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Juguemos hasta quedar mudos de placer o fríos de s...</title><content type='html'>Juguemos hasta quedar mudos de placer o fríos de satisfacción...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/1253376625517985890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/1253376625517985890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1165033260000#c1253376625517985890' title=''/><author><name>Conde of love and 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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-9207946835686834089</id><published>2006-11-26T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T10:25:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Sangre fría? Gracias, paso.

Saludos sangrientos
...</title><content type='html'>¿Sangre fría? Gracias, paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludos sangrientos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/9207946835686834089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/9207946835686834089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1164558300000#c9207946835686834089' title=''/><author><name>Blood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158711812346695309</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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' 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title=''/><author><name>MentesSueltas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13065048050407338426</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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-3373528574408137523</id><published>2006-11-26T03:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T03:57:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a veces en rondas en busca de sangre, nos encontra...</title><content type='html'>a veces en rondas en busca de sangre, nos encontramos un maldito como nosotros, que puede vivir y morir por sangre&lt;br /&gt;saludos</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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En una de esas hay una inesperada resurrección y después, como es lógico, un bofetón por abusón!! No, no.. prefiero pedir permiso antes, cuando vivita y coleando (por no decir...), que pedir perdón cuando se reanime la musa. Ahora bien, hay encuentros que matan, es verdad, pero siempre hay que esperarse hasta después de fumar ese clásico cigarrillo póstumo a la acción...digo, pa luego morirse a gusto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo conozco algunas que sólo de ver el potencial, se olvidan de estar muertas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vampíricos saludos, pues</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/5459455862531098410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/5459455862531098410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1164407160000#c5459455862531098410' 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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7969742218482544484</id><published>2006-11-24T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:17:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pues con esa invitación lúdica quien no acepta?
JU...</title><content type='html'>Pues con esa invitación lúdica quien no acepta?&lt;br /&gt;JUGUEMOS!!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/7969742218482544484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/7969742218482544484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1164399420000#c7969742218482544484' title=''/><author><name>CARLOS A. GAMBOA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04370918379192239889</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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-1673351045469890471</id><published>2006-11-24T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:34:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beber, morder, desgarrar, sorber.
Esos pasos los r...</title><content type='html'>Beber, morder, desgarrar, sorber.&lt;br /&gt;Esos pasos los realizo, pues mi mala educacion siempre me dice que debo jugar con mi comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un Yo.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/1673351045469890471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/1673351045469890471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1164386040000#c1673351045469890471' title=''/><author><name>Un yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15452690464136775787</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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-3387657482218659471</id><published>2006-11-24T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:15:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Juguemos. Un beso de
Amor</title><content type='html'>Juguemos. Un beso de&lt;br /&gt;Amor</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/3387657482218659471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/3387657482218659471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1164384900000#c3387657482218659471' title=''/><author><name>Amor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422286316898713643</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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-3127338659769885830</id><published>2006-11-24T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:30:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar sensación de vida a lo que ya está muerto? Com...</title><content type='html'>Dar sensación de vida a lo que ya está muerto? Comer deseo vivo o saborear carne muerta? La piel me gusta más si está en baño maria. Necesito sentir que aún hablas, que aún jadeas, que aún lloras y ries de placer. Y muerta? No... no puedo fornicar un ataúd en hermosa madera fría. &lt;br /&gt;Me ha gustado tu cambio. Lamento no haber venido antes, SORRY! Cualquier cosa que te diga, sonaría a excusa. &lt;br /&gt;Recibe un beso muerto, en esos labios más que vivos, ARDIENTES!Q!&lt;br /&gt;                                 gEr</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/3127338659769885830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/3127338659769885830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1164349800000#c3127338659769885830' 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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-271086032515162683</id><published>2006-11-23T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:23:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias Vampiresa por compartir el sentimiento. Ya...</title><content type='html'>Gracias Vampiresa por compartir el sentimiento. Ya el tiempo se encargó de ir borrando las huellas dolorosas, ahora sólo queda el afecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludos nocturnos.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/271086032515162683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/271086032515162683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1164331380000#c271086032515162683' title=''/><author><name>Criatura Nocturna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08611095846626826717</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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-2616278184326160115</id><published>2006-11-23T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:44:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>muy buena presentación...

saludos.</title><content type='html'>muy buena presentación...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saludos.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/2616278184326160115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/2616278184326160115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1164289440000#c2616278184326160115' title=''/><author><name>t-bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03512913097166075080</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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-4789575856522032044</id><published>2006-11-22T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:01:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Con tu cuerpo helado en mis manos, con tu pecho y ...</title><content type='html'>Con tu cuerpo helado en mis manos, con tu pecho y tu abdomen endurecido, con tus ojos blancos... asi te observo, y asi te tomo, juego con tu ausencia de palabra para envolverte con mi tibia locura, para darte por un segundo algo de eso llamado 'vida' y permitirte gemir con mi prescencia dentro de vos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo si juego, solo espero que soportes cuando yo me vaya y deje de jugar en esta tumba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto vuelvo...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/4789575856522032044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/7713967331547378848/comments/default/4789575856522032044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akashamariela.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html?showComment=1164207660000#c4789575856522032044' 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/el-juego-de-la-amante-muerta.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618738.post-7713967331547378848' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618738/posts/default/7713967331547378848' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>