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		<title>there&#8217;s this i&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 01:15:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[there&#8217;s this image you&#8217;ve created of yourself for years. This narrative you create yourself day after day about who you are. One day realize that that&#8217;s not you anymore. And you may blame yourself for not being that person. And you may try to be that person and realize that the attempt only makes you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1078&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>los tentaculos &#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 06:12:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[los tentaculos de las politicas personales extirpando la libertad de las mentes. De derecha o de izquierda se pelean nuestras mentes, apelando a nuestros miedos, a nuestras fronteras sociales. Un poco defraudada por lo facil que se ha vuelto manipularnos por aquellos que, ironicamente, predican la liberacion de pensamiento. Que se yo? &#8230; esto de [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1076&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>My creative juices are flowing, flowing</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 06:26:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Flowing from the core of my third eye open crazy, revolutionizing my experience of life, my yperness is melting away the fear, it breaks through the obstacles, it climbs up and down, up and down, and I&#8217;m writing again, writing again, typing away like crazy, the guitar is ready, the fingertips already, the heart is [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1069&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>On gender</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 04:58:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes there&#8217;s more female in me than male, those days I call myself a womyn. Sometimes when I&#8217;m with other ladies, sharing the special bond that our gender segregation has allowed for us to develop, I feel like a womyn. But never entirely. You see me and you see a woman. But I am in [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1064&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>despertando</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 22:03:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mujer que ansias en los labios los labios de otra mujer. Mujer que derrites tu esencia al tratar de querer imponer En ti y en tu cuerpo cualidades no natas, Como aquellas que mienten sobre tu particular interés. Mujer, aquella que se define con trazos de masculinidad para ser libre. Esta eres tu. Esa soy [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1060&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A place without homophobia</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 07:10:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I leave Orange County, in my head. Go to a place where I can be myself, where I feel safe. Sometimes I leave Orange County, bu truth is, only place I could leave is worse than this.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1045&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Why We Fight &#8211; The organizer version</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 09:06:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lately, I&#8217;ve been noticing people&#8217;s faces and I&#8217;ve been feeling like they are my own people. They are not a &#8220;them&#8221; suffering anymore, a number or stat, a face among the crowd, they are one of US suffering, whatever their color may be, the same struggle is in their eyes. They don&#8217;t teach you this when [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1043&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>iDENTITY</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2011 07:25:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[today I learned about the history of a place I&#8217;ve learned to love and to call home called SantAna. And among beautiful young acitvists I heard one amazing present history in the making/news from one of my communities, that marriage equality came to NY. And I&#8217;ve realized the journeys of learning my history from back [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1040&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Reclaiming &#8220;Spirituality&#8221;, a story of how a U2 concert saved my soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 08:57:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No, I don&#8217;t idolize Bono, and I won&#8217;t wait weeks on the rain to hold The Edge&#8217;s hand, or some crazy thing like that. What I am about to say has nothing to do with idolizing or being a fan of U2. Well, maybe a little. It starts with me about 11 years ago when my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1030&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Allow me to be sad tonight</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2011 08:01:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What do you do when you&#8217;ve built a life as an idealist, a dreamer, and you come to the realization that you can&#8217;t allow yourself to dream anymore? that you can&#8217;t believe that something will change because it&#8217;s too painful to know it might not? that you&#8217;ve lost hope? how do you redefine your identity, if your friendships, your work, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1013&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>extended fb status</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2011 05:47:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Claudia is thinking of those easter weeks in Peru while growing up, with her family, her tios and tias and cousins sleeping on mattresses on the ground and couches and cushions so we would all fit in my tia&#8217;s one bedroom apartment, ocho locos, the heat, the fan, the music from the street vendors and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1007&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Experiment</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 08:37:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Purpose: To find out who gives a fuck. Resarch Question: Who really cares? Methodology: I stopped writing to people. I stopped calling. I stopped trying. To see if they would call back. Results: My family remained in touch. and 2 fairly new friends. Many of my &#8220;friends&#8221; only call me or contact me to recruit [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1002&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>poem 43245465857</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 08:14:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[you could be my miracle&#8230; you could be the sea&#8230; you could be the one I will always dream of&#8230; but it would take a miracle&#8230; and it would take going back in time&#8230; to a time when my love was fresh and new&#8230; and not the big void that it&#8217;s become&#8230; engulfing me&#8230; and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=1000&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Un poco de vacio</title>
		<link>http://claudiabrena.wordpress.com/2011/02/16/un-poco-de-vacio/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2011 07:14:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Un poco de vacio enroscado en el pecho. Me han carcomido las olas que desato el aluvion. Hay una revolucion, cuentan las lenguas, pero a mi solo me importa la lucha en la que vivo por despertar al dia a dia. Un poco de vacio acumulado en el esofago, de eso que cual manzana de Adan [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=claudiabrena.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1406889&amp;post=993&amp;subd=claudiabrena&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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