<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2026 04:12:19 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/micro-count/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[catalina was thrown into the void]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I learned of his sudden death, I was not surprised. << She threw herself into the void >> said Mrs. Emilia on the phone, with the voice of a mother who breaks down, apologized without]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@suery/catalina-was-thrown-into-the-void-1519491135-8937652</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@suery/catalina-was-thrown-into-the-void-1519491135-8937652</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[suery]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 23:07:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/5bEGgqB1dEaFWJA9un14rhmWo3imwuA85dQeCxBURdRLaR5GcU8oggEbUs9W43NXS4MgcXnJXviepw6tB9qCe5CypYKMjEFQ?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Monica already wants to rafael]]></title><description><![CDATA[I always liked big men, hairy, with thick beards and a hardened chest. Rafael, although he had children's ideals, surpassed me in height, in density; its consistency was broad, thick. His anatomy, naked,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@suery/monica-already-wants-to-rafael-1519492705-5084734</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@suery/monica-already-wants-to-rafael-1519492705-5084734</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[suery]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 19:42:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/B69zEhWZA8UDEcu6zcdoR9dYPT4YCXXMyEVrWffqhVErcRdwkozgCqLN1ci7gotbPQSdqSB8s3CzkhdkQkn2Hhi2YZEjz692gXCHiLR4?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[VALENCIA]]></title><description><![CDATA[zNZimUsVNVs/VRytFhBUg9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/cuOYVuGPpxY/s640/blogger-image--1618353151.jpg The light filtered through the windscreen in radiant shapes. The sun played with the windows of the fiat, to form silhouettes]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/valencia-1519495286-5073543</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/valencia-1519495286-5073543</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[let-it-be]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 15:11:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Good times in santiago]]></title><description><![CDATA[</ center> << Let the time run fast >>. I thought with cold hands. With the watery chest. But it was me who ran fast with the dance of her hair in the air. << That I bald the time]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/good-times-in-santiago-1519495508-8391745</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/good-times-in-santiago-1519495508-8391745</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[let-it-be]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 09:50:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2xVmzkbNCvpxFoeCy9K9yuz48qNSfTZtGbBedRdRJo1bC4t5uUQN5JexzUiy7mhtaKGoL2mF54JZDkjd2eEGYc8AwB9WGhtMjD8zGrVX8RMRbm6StqAYC5DR4zRKuop5ZH63EMXvwTM498bzh83UoUeY8c5Zr53LJK8wXQYdDxmoEuMxrwBSJQLeKbJmsUjQX1gYM2WB?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Madrid insistent]]></title><description><![CDATA[The meeting, in short, was unappetizing. That café, decorated with gypsies, gave me the unpleasant sensation of being surrounded by the destitute scenery of some video of Shakira in the nineties. From]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/madrid-insistent-1519494927-1049182</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/madrid-insistent-1519494927-1049182</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[let-it-be]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 09:25:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/23KQwnti57stsAqnmyxQN5QPZRZvTFiCDfL7NC8SaXCTGutuM7hrUAkghXfLrFWhw1TnCBJ8GERhkHGzmvjgei9GtoijGvi?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Jour 248 ]]></title><description><![CDATA[J'aime voir comment je me sens tard, sombre. La belle chose que je ne vois pas quand mes lèvres, face cachée, mendient des moments. Comme j'ai été malheureux à Santiago, comme j'ai été heureux à Santiago.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@suery/jour-248--1519490056-378361</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@suery/jour-248--1519490056-378361</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[suery]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 09:10:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjWNmchLVa2dhZdKpcK7K9NXyJ1tn8wHSVCAiMAfveAvm7x6kQnBSra87LNVyTEeRQ6wAqYr4pSkVEy9cixR5L6GsYvQPv3LUTvk7SiT8aU9t?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The distant places]]></title><description><![CDATA["The distant places / They were always his favorites. Maybe because she / He was one of them. "]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/the-distant-places-1519495683-1647704</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/the-distant-places-1519495683-1647704</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[let-it-be]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 04:49:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2xVmzkbNCvpxFoeCy9K9yuz48qNSfTZtGbBedRdRJo1bC4t5uUQN5JexzUiy7mhtaKG6szmnb5gX4u2X8n11SGkejSWKBD6ZYuxGxAtAsWgybM2nndicrEg98VkeKnjV5XA9QL9KhmD83sCkJLShHQZzyFSEpNqLFeP5bu19ALrSNbESMcFiMG17Nx6tb41wquFvx511?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Put something of Vivaldi]]></title><description><![CDATA[<< Put something of Vivaldi >> he said with a streaky look, with the eyes of someone who cakes in the oblivion of his stories. << I like drugging myself with classical music >>.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@suery/put-something-of-vivaldi-1519489566-0148804</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@suery/put-something-of-vivaldi-1519489566-0148804</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[suery]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 04:39:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjWNmchLVa2dhZdKpcK7K9NXuVdczj6J6x7tEmXS9DojEC5aVfP33PttKBLSEm1g1m3XwuTVWc6G7wdo3MWjNQXCiX1A7DU4WZFYqqtN3E1ZY?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sophia]]></title><description><![CDATA[I like you more more, dressed / because you are through time through the things we do not see I like your cherry nipples / your navel half asleep the thirty-three ways in which you crack your mouth when]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/sophia-1519494122-9969711</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@let-it-be/sophia-1519494122-9969711</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[let-it-be]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 03:09:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/4PYjjVeteBEGc6QU1tv2SpoGnt5s8L5N57FfFZ9B4jJs7bbKC8RibhZ2hSApxCWRzuDr88gXfWaLZETjHbBBHfMHFA2XKXoeXSykcp2qyFk?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[HISTORY OF A MOTHER AND HER TWO DAUGHTERS]]></title><description><![CDATA[There was once a mother who had two daughters, Rosa the eldest and Dalia the youngest; the mother had divorced and she was left alone with the girls and had to go to work to take them out and look after]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/amily/@let-it-be/history-of-a-madere-and-her-two-daughters</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/amily/@let-it-be/history-of-a-madere-and-her-two-daughters</guid><category><![CDATA[amily]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[let-it-be]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2018 21:11:21 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>