<?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-2060420730990512999</id><updated>2011-09-02T17:50:57.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras que confunden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4600977634830689513</id><published>2011-09-02T17:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:46:21.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who Is Back!</title><content type='html'>Si volví  y no en forma de fichas , sino en forma de blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4600977634830689513?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4600977634830689513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4600977634830689513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2011/09/look-who-is-back.html' title='Look Who Is Back!'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1343487089295938725</id><published>2010-01-05T10:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:17:20.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Año nuevo .. blog nuevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pasajealanada.blogspot.com"&gt;http://pasajealanada.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recién salido del horno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreguen... háganse seguidores..... Los espero....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1343487089295938725?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1343487089295938725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1343487089295938725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2010/01/ano-nuevo-blog-nuevo.html' title='Año nuevo .. blog nuevo'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-7344683928369944217</id><published>2010-01-04T00:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:13:28.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you, you see me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="realText"&gt;I never wanted to love you, but that's ok&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that you'd leave me anyway&lt;br /&gt;But darling when I see you, I see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the boys if they'd let me go out and play&lt;br /&gt;They always said that you'd hurt me anyway&lt;br /&gt;But darling when I see you, I see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its alright I never thought I'd fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;Its alright I look to you as my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Its alright I never thought that I could feel this something&lt;br /&gt;Rising, rising in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that you wanted for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;So I left you with the girls that came your way&lt;br /&gt;But darling when I see you, I see me&lt;br /&gt;I often thought that you'd be better off left alone&lt;br /&gt;Why throw a circle round a man with broken bones&lt;br /&gt;But darling when I see you, I see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its alright I never thought I'd fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;Its alright I look to you as my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Its alright I never thought that I could feel this something&lt;br /&gt;Rising, rising in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always looked like you had something else on your mind&lt;br /&gt;But when I try to tell you, you'd tell me never mind&lt;br /&gt;But darling when I see you, you see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you that I'll never love anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You wanna tell me that you're better off by yourself&lt;br /&gt;But darling when I see you, you see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I'm like &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I do&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I'm like&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought - This is not what I'm like&lt;br /&gt;I never thought - This is not what I do&lt;br /&gt;I never thought - This is not what I'm like&lt;br /&gt;I never thought - I think I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;I never thought -&lt;br /&gt;I never thought -&lt;br /&gt;That I could feel this something&lt;br /&gt;Rising, rising in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like&lt;br /&gt;I feel this something&lt;br /&gt;Rising, rising in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's happened again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7344683928369944217?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7344683928369944217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7344683928369944217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-see-you-you-see-me.html' title='I see you, you see me'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-22451492410711091</id><published>2010-01-01T23:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:20:25.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por fin te fuiste 09 !</title><content type='html'>Se fue un año tremendamente negativo para mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy un nuevo año comienza,  nuevas chances , 365 dias llenos de posibilidades , que estan en uno saberlas aprovechar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 2010... que sea éste un año lleno de amor , paz , salud, trabajo y rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fui a seguir brindando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-22451492410711091?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/22451492410711091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/22451492410711091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2010/01/por-fin-te-fuiste-09.html' title='Por fin te fuiste 09 !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4832399660811348892</id><published>2009-11-30T08:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:29:33.917-03:00</updated><title type='text'>500 days of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SxOsih74fYI/AAAAAAAAATs/VdwAGTT0gqc/s1600/500-days-of-summer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SxOsih74fYI/AAAAAAAAATs/VdwAGTT0gqc/s320/500-days-of-summer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409857286627163522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tom  aún sigue creyendo en la clase de amor que está predestinado por el cosmos y que golpea como un rayo sólo una vez. Summer  no cree en el amor verdadero. Pero eso no impedirá que Tom deje de perseguirla, una y otra vez, como un moderno Don Quijote, con todo su poder y valor. De pronto, Tom se enamora no sólo de la adorable, lista e inteligente mujer, sino de la idea misma de Summer, la idea misma de un amor que sigue teniendo el poder de sacudir el corazón y detener el mundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4832399660811348892?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4832399660811348892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4832399660811348892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 days of summer'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SxOsih74fYI/AAAAAAAAATs/VdwAGTT0gqc/s72-c/500-days-of-summer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1659347963488282274</id><published>2009-11-22T20:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:13:31.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Risas , carcajadas .... sonrisas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SwnFkDILfGI/AAAAAAAAASs/McjnRDqiVCQ/s1600/risas1zq9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SwnFkDILfGI/AAAAAAAAASs/McjnRDqiVCQ/s320/risas1zq9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407070050740567138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me causa mucha risa algunas cosas que estan sucediendo ..&lt;br /&gt;Estaré loca ? lo más probable jajaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1659347963488282274?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1659347963488282274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1659347963488282274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/risas-carcajadas-sonrisas.html' title='Risas , carcajadas .... sonrisas !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SwnFkDILfGI/AAAAAAAAASs/McjnRDqiVCQ/s72-c/risas1zq9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4429870397959227235</id><published>2009-11-19T13:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:29:21.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El tiempo me esta dando la razón</title><content type='html'>Nunca mas cierta la frase : " Tiempo al tiempo que todo llega "&lt;br /&gt;De a poco van saliendo a la luz muchas cosas , se van cayendo las caretas, se va aclarando el panorama . Falta , y mucho ... pero esto recién comienza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4429870397959227235?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4429870397959227235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4429870397959227235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-tiempo-me-esta-dando-la-razon.html' title='El tiempo me esta dando la razón'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5278679189921721828</id><published>2009-11-17T04:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:21:18.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuando viniste a mí&lt;br /&gt; Cerré la puerta pero abrí&lt;br /&gt; Asesíname, asesíname.&lt;br /&gt; Por darte lo que di&lt;br /&gt; Me convertí en un souvenir.&lt;br /&gt; Asesíname, asesíname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dejé tu imagen en el cajón,&lt;br /&gt; Guardé tu alma en el mellotron&lt;br /&gt; No quiero más que me des&lt;br /&gt; Con cuentagotas tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Es sólo rock and roll&lt;br /&gt; Pero ya es mucho para vos&lt;br /&gt; Asesíname, asesíname.&lt;br /&gt; No quiero más que me des&lt;br /&gt; Con cuentagotas tu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yo me quiero morir&lt;br /&gt; No aguanto más estar aquí&lt;br /&gt; Asesíname, asesíname&lt;br /&gt; Asesíname, asesíname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0LXIySzXh0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0LXIySzXh0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Say No More !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5278679189921721828?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5278679189921721828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5278679189921721828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_17.html' title='*'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8379248004142153449</id><published>2009-11-16T21:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:57:26.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero verte, quiero reírme con vos, quiero esas noches juntos, quiero esas charlas , quiero volver el tiempo atrás .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay tantas cosas que quiero , pero todo  lo quiero hacer con vos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8379248004142153449?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8379248004142153449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8379248004142153449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/quiero-verte-quiero-reirme-con-vos.html' title='Yo ...'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8162709096976086854</id><published>2009-11-16T06:09:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:31:20.518-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SwJtXIw0esI/AAAAAAAAASk/PGLp0ZpxoOo/s1600/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SwJtXIw0esI/AAAAAAAAASk/PGLp0ZpxoOo/s320/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405002747054684866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;"El mejor tipo de amor es aquel que despierta el alma y nos hace aspirar a más, nos enciende el corazón y nos trae paz a la mente. Eso es lo que tu me has dado y lo que yo esperaba darte siempre".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8162709096976086854?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8162709096976086854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8162709096976086854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/notebook.html' title='The Notebook ♥'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SwJtXIw0esI/AAAAAAAAASk/PGLp0ZpxoOo/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5381046771009603681</id><published>2009-11-13T14:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:05:25.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>10&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se viene , se viieeeeeneeeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5381046771009603681?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5381046771009603681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5381046771009603681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_13.html' title='.'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-7697911119498143008</id><published>2009-11-10T19:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:15:50.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de juventud.</title><content type='html'>Hace varios años(digamos mas de 5) miraba religiosamente una serie ,  Dawson`s Creek . Mi favorito  era pacey ♥ ( Joshua Jackson). Me moría de amor en cada capitulo , envidiaba a Joey Potter ( &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt; Katie Holmes., la Sra Cruise jajaja) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Me acuerdo de armar conversaciones con mis amigas sobre él y sobre lo lindo que sería encontrar un Pacey.&lt;br /&gt;Después de terminada la serie , lo empecé a seguir en varios de sus laburos como actor, en peliculas tales como Urban legend , o su papel de gay en Cruel Intentions. Cada vez que miraba una de sus pelis confirmaba lo mucho que me podía ese tipo .&lt;br /&gt;Hace unos meses , haciendo zapping , volvì a encontralo en una serie ( Fringe)  De más está decir que miro su serie y sigo babeandome por él .pero debo confesar que  para mi èl seguirà siendo Pacey por los siglos de los siglos . Larga vida a Pacey Witter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejo fotos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Svnz95f7-JI/AAAAAAAAASM/cgYN6d9N-Do/s1600-h/n1357050736_30230776_3233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Svnz95f7-JI/AAAAAAAAASM/cgYN6d9N-Do/s320/n1357050736_30230776_3233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402617472739965074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Svn0GnzFqWI/AAAAAAAAASU/P1ddBGtaHJY/s1600-h/JoshuaJackso_Mazur_10948067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Svn0GnzFqWI/AAAAAAAAASU/P1ddBGtaHJY/s320/JoshuaJackso_Mazur_10948067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402617622607276386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7697911119498143008?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7697911119498143008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7697911119498143008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/amor-de-juventud.html' title='Amor de juventud.'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Svnz95f7-JI/AAAAAAAAASM/cgYN6d9N-Do/s72-c/n1357050736_30230776_3233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2288271023484954112</id><published>2009-11-10T05:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:35:51.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 1 : lahijadelsilencio vs insomnio !!!!</title><content type='html'>Otro día mas sin poder dormir. Creo que en 15 días dormí solo 8 horas . Mi mente y  mi cuerpo, piden dormir. Ya nada me hace efecto , ni las pastillas , ni hacer 1000 cosas , ni el té de tilo, ni una ducha caliente , nada .  Probé todo para "que el sueño venga a mi" y cuando digo de todo , es  porque probé  DE TODO !. Me leí todos los libros pendientes que tenía, releí aquellos que me gustaron, me vi películas , series, chusmee el cyber-espacio buscando técnicas para dormir, busque nuevos blogs para entretenerme , miré videos en youtube, me puse al día con los mails, con el myspace, cocine, ordene la pieza, el baño, los cajones del escritorio, ordene la pc, grabe cds con fotos viejisimas.. etc y NADA .. El insomnio me enfrenta y se caga de risa y se queda acá tranquilito conmigo , haciéndome cosquillas , como hace varios meses ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo peor de todo esto , es que cuando una pasa muchas horas sin dormir , se vuelve más sensible, se vuelve mas irritable, todo molesta, todo afecta .Siento que en un mes cumplí 40 años , todos juntos. No doy más , me siento para el culo.Tengo un desgaste mental y físico que sobrepasa los límites establecidos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En una semana tengo turno con el médico, a ver que me dice... Espero que me drogue y asi logre dormir de corrido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueño ven a miiiii ! Insomnio , te empecé la pelea .Aunque  Este round me lo ganaste , Agarrate los pantalones,  que empezó el juego .... vamos a ver quien gana ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hagan sus apuestas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2288271023484954112?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2288271023484954112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2288271023484954112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/round-1-lahijadelsilencio-vs-insomnio.html' title='Round 1 : lahijadelsilencio vs insomnio !!!!'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3670554309162253549</id><published>2009-11-10T00:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:26:54.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Es que tengo que dejar de pensar en vos, pero tengo también tantas ganas de verte .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3670554309162253549?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3670554309162253549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3670554309162253549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5624545035621190764</id><published>2009-11-09T21:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:50:39.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Promesas sobre el bidet ..</title><content type='html'>Por favor no hagas promesas sobre el bidet&lt;br /&gt;Por favor no me abras más los sobres.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, yo te prometo te esperaré&lt;br /&gt;Si es que para de correr.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, sigue la sombra de mi bebé,&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, no bebas más, por favor no llorés.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor yo te prometo te escribiré si es que para de llover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque me tratas tan bien, me tratas tan ma&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;Si sabés que no aprendí a vivir.&lt;br /&gt;A veces estoy tan bien, estoy tan down.&lt;br /&gt;Calambres en el alma,&lt;br /&gt;Cada cual tiene un trip en el bocho&lt;br /&gt;Difícil que lleguemos a ponernos de acuerdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5624545035621190764?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5624545035621190764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5624545035621190764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/promesas-sobre-el-bidet.html' title='Promesas sobre el bidet ..'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2935201753001811244</id><published>2009-11-09T09:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:41:25.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo es confuso, todo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;No se que hacer , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;No se que pensar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;No se que decir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;No se para donde correr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tan lejano, tan cerca , tan frágil , tan duro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sos un vicio más, en mi vida sos un vicio más !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2935201753001811244?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2935201753001811244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2935201753001811244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/todo-es-confuso-todo.html' title='Todo es confuso, todo !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4774784440472783575</id><published>2009-11-07T19:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:28:05.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo tantas ganas de verte !</title><content type='html'>No se porque , pero en las ultimas dos semanas, siento necesidad de verte.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero tanto pelotudo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4774784440472783575?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4774784440472783575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4774784440472783575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/tengo-tantas-ganas-de-verte.html' title='Tengo tantas ganas de verte !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-7583028252322356075</id><published>2009-11-06T13:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:27:57.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay tanto amor .. tanto amor descartable</title><content type='html'>Encontrarte en algún lugar aunque sea muy tarde,tantos odios para curar ,tanto amor descartable Escucharte a mi lado hablar aunque estemos distantes, ese mundo tan poco sensual que no pudo aliviarme.Vos sos mi obsesión,quisiera atraparte.Vos sos mi destrucción,no puedo dejar de pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que ordenar esta confusión,quiero estar libre para un nuevo amor ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7583028252322356075?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8067964840456234870</id><published>2009-11-05T19:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:02:58.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hace muchos dias que no escucho tu voz.....</title><content type='html'>Todavía recuerdo las noches de verano que pasamos juntos. Las cosas que nos dijimos, los lugares a los que fuimos. ...&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño mucho, extraño eso que teníamos, extraño esa hermosa sensación de estar cerca de alguien como vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo paso rápido , todo . Ya no queda nada de nada y lo que más me duele es que nunca tuvimos una despedida . nunca cerramos la etapa, nunca nada se quebró. Nos distanciamos, nos alejamos ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto si alguna vez , vos pensas en mi y en todo lo que vivimos juntos... Por ahí si, por ahí no... pero las cosas ahora son asi y estamos a cientos de kilómetros el uno del otro...&lt;br /&gt;Deseo que seas feliz y que encuentres eso que buscabas.. De verdad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8067964840456234870?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8067964840456234870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8067964840456234870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/hace-muchos-dias-que-no-escucho-tu-voz.html' title='Hace muchos dias que no escucho tu voz.....'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-6066449234573141123</id><published>2009-11-04T13:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:43:42.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOOOOOOOOOM !</title><content type='html'>Tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac......&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza es una bomba y esta a punto de estallar !&lt;br /&gt;Tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac......&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza es una bomba y esta a punto de estallar !&lt;br /&gt;Tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac......&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza es una bomba y esta a punto de estallar !&lt;br /&gt;Tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac,tic tac, tic tac......&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza es una bomba y esta a punto de estallar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SvGvJVCgIuI/AAAAAAAAASE/V-0mihjFpqQ/s1600-h/reloj-despertador-bomba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SvGvJVCgIuI/AAAAAAAAASE/V-0mihjFpqQ/s320/reloj-despertador-bomba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400290002995258082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-6066449234573141123?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6066449234573141123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6066449234573141123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/boooooooooom.html' title='BOOOOOOOOOOM !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SvGvJVCgIuI/AAAAAAAAASE/V-0mihjFpqQ/s72-c/reloj-despertador-bomba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2655575099894193947</id><published>2009-11-03T15:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:48:58.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Al borde de un ataque de nervios !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SvB7EPzRJnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2qJzHJDBjL8/s1600-h/162720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SvB7EPzRJnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2qJzHJDBjL8/s320/162720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399951266108483186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2655575099894193947?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2655575099894193947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2655575099894193947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/al-borde-de-un-ataque-de-nervios.html' title='Al borde de un ataque de nervios !!!!!!'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SvB7EPzRJnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2qJzHJDBjL8/s72-c/162720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1113686249049613612</id><published>2009-11-02T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:24:02.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bla bla bla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Su5exJInGsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ojQ81zngncg/s1600-h/blablabla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Su5exJInGsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ojQ81zngncg/s320/blablabla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399357201622440642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;palabras , palabras , palabras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1113686249049613612?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1113686249049613612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1113686249049613612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/bla-bla-bla.html' title='bla bla bla'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Su5exJInGsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ojQ81zngncg/s72-c/blablabla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4037169571872643364</id><published>2009-11-01T14:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:33:36.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando es con vos siento todo irreal.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Recordando tu expresión , vuelvo a desear esas noches de calor llenas de ansiedad.Sofocado por el sueño y la presión,busco un cuerpo para amar,la distancia va perdiendo su espesor,pronta entrega por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me puedo estimular,con música y alcohol,pero me excito más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tema que me recuerda al verano y esas noches llenas de calor , pegoteo y humedad ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4037169571872643364?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4037169571872643364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4037169571872643364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuando-es-con-vos-siento-todo-irreal.html' title='Cuando es con vos siento todo irreal.....'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-813133662941615001</id><published>2009-10-30T14:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:54:49.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>y se vino el calor !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SusoUq4lqaI/AAAAAAAAARs/cN5cxNk4Zew/s1600-h/ecologiablog_HeladoDerretido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SusoUq4lqaI/AAAAAAAAARs/cN5cxNk4Zew/s320/ecologiablog_HeladoDerretido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398452913907804578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOS VAMOS A DERRETIRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-813133662941615001?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/813133662941615001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/813133662941615001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-se-vino-el-calor.html' title='y se vino el calor !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SusoUq4lqaI/AAAAAAAAARs/cN5cxNk4Zew/s72-c/ecologiablog_HeladoDerretido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2806902127549073803</id><published>2009-10-29T12:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:11:08.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quieeeroooo gritaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quieroooooo gritaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta para todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2806902127549073803?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2806902127549073803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2806902127549073803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/quieeeroooo-gritaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-7507263605090295819</id><published>2009-10-28T12:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:25:33.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Suhh1ExLNvI/AAAAAAAAARk/0RxYpR45E-M/s1600-h/mug-mr-taza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Suhh1ExLNvI/AAAAAAAAARk/0RxYpR45E-M/s320/mug-mr-taza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397671717844498162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;Tengo una enorme  adicción al café &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7507263605090295819?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7507263605090295819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7507263605090295819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/tengo-una-enorme-adiccion-al-cafe.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Suhh1ExLNvI/AAAAAAAAARk/0RxYpR45E-M/s72-c/mug-mr-taza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-7744889222242530618</id><published>2009-10-27T19:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:24:44.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A little fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SudzHW5srkI/AAAAAAAAARc/11dFdcsRW1Y/s1600-h/fragile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SudzHW5srkI/AAAAAAAAARc/11dFdcsRW1Y/s200/fragile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397409248670690882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm alone &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so frail, so small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.Sometimes I feel a little fragile &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7744889222242530618?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7744889222242530618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7744889222242530618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-feel-like-im-alone.html' title='A little fragile'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SudzHW5srkI/AAAAAAAAARc/11dFdcsRW1Y/s72-c/fragile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1951669207265308545</id><published>2009-10-26T12:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:05:02.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quisiera tener 5 minutos más con vos !</title><content type='html'>Quisiera más noches como las que tuvimos!&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que nos fundamos en un abrazo , como solíamos hacerlo!&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera más caricias y más besos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño mucho mucho!&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero mucho mucho !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1951669207265308545?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1951669207265308545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1951669207265308545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/quisiera-tener-5-minutos-mas-con-vos.html' title='Quisiera tener 5 minutos más con vos !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-286817557533712072</id><published>2009-10-25T14:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:08:15.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Te extraño MUCHO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( si, me puse sentimental y que ? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-286817557533712072?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/286817557533712072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/286817557533712072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-extrano-mucho.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3265630559557535947</id><published>2009-10-22T13:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:34:19.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Warhol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SuCJe-axiqI/AAAAAAAAARM/WyA5_zzF2Ik/s1600-h/tn_imagen_t4_1384g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SuCJe-axiqI/AAAAAAAAARM/WyA5_zzF2Ik/s320/tn_imagen_t4_1384g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395463518834231970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malba – Fundación Costantini tiene el honor de anunciar la realización de Andy Warhol, Mr. America, la primera gran exposición de Andy Warhol en nuestro país. Organizada en colaboración con el Museo Andy Warhol de Pittsburgh y curada por Philip Larratt-Smith, la muestra reúne una selección de 170 obras, que presentan la cultura política y popular de los Estados Unidos a través de los ojos de Warhol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A modo de retrospectiva, la lista de obras incluye 26 pinturas, 58 grabados, 39 fotografías y 2 instalaciones (Silver Clouds y Cow Wallpaper), además de 44 películas –que se exhibirán en sala y en el auditorio-, pertenecientes a diferentes etapas de su producción artística, con un énfasis particular en el período que va de 1961 hasta 1968. Entre otras piezas, se incluyen los célebres retratos de Marilyn, Jackie Kennedy y Mao; la icónica serie de Sopas Campbell; sus autorretratos travestido; los filmes Empire, Blow Job, Outer and Inner Space y una vasta selección de sus “Screen Tests” -3 rollos con 10 retratos cada uno- producidos en su famoso estudio The Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la segunda exposición que Malba dedica a Warhol. La primera fue "Andy Warhol. Motion Pictures / Cuadros en movimiento", en septiembre de 2005, que presentó sus célebres "Screen Tests” y un conjunto de films, pertenecientes al acervo del MoMA (The Museum of Modern Art, New York).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nacido en 1928, en el seno de una familia de inmigrantes de Europa del Este en un barrio obrero de Pittsburgh, y criado durante la Gran Depresión, Warhol experimentó de cerca el lado oscuro del sueño americano. Su “América imaginaria” fue la de Shirley Temple y Elizabeth Taylor, la de la presidencia idealizada de John y Jackie Kennedy y la del mito de la superabundancia y del progreso tecnológico, condensados en la lata de sopa Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus comienzos como un exitoso ilustrador comercial ubicaron a Warhol en una posición única para introducir los temas de la cultura popular y el uso de la fotografía en las Bellas Artes, amenazando al expresionismo abstracto, reinante hasta entonces. Junto a Jasper Johns y Robert Rauschenberg, Warhol forjó la primera corriente estética verdaderamente norteamericana, que aún hoy continúa dominando el arte contemporáneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La exposición se presentó primero en el Museo de Arte del Banco de la República en Bogotá (Colombia) del 17 de junio al 21 de septiembre. Ahora podrá verse en Malba, desde el 22 de octubre hasta el 22 de febrero de 2010 y, finalmente, se exhibirá en la Pinacoteca de San Pablo (Brasil)a partir del 20 de marzo de 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3265630559557535947?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3265630559557535947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3265630559557535947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/andy-warhol.html' title='Andy Warhol'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SuCJe-axiqI/AAAAAAAAARM/WyA5_zzF2Ik/s72-c/tn_imagen_t4_1384g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-844819798287244419</id><published>2009-10-20T12:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:26:15.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitulo 1</title><content type='html'>Nunca creí que iba a llegar ese día, ese día que tanto espere, ese día que soñé mil veces...&lt;br /&gt;En mi mente imagine miles de opciones de cómo sería estar con él, de lo que le diría, Pero creo que nunca se me cruzó por la cabeza todo lo que paso esa noche...&lt;br /&gt;Las palpitaciones eran cada vez más fuertes, la respiración se entrecortaba y mi cuerpo temblaba como una hoja  golpeada por el viento del invierno...&lt;br /&gt;Esas 3 palabras:” hola, ¿Como estas? Fueron el inicio de una sucesión de sensaciones, de emociones...imposibles de controlar...&lt;br /&gt;Cruces  de miradas, sonrisas, nervios, palabras al oído, roces, todo era  irreal en mi mente... “No me esta pasando a mi”... “No ME puede pasar esto a mi”...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-844819798287244419?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/844819798287244419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/844819798287244419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/capitulo-1_20.html' title='Capitulo 1'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2875940651596761849</id><published>2009-10-19T11:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:19:48.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Una vez , le dije a un amigo : " Sabes ,sigo siendo la misma boluda que vive tropezando con la misma piedra una y otra vez. No aprendo más " y el me respondió " y porque no cambias de camino y así no te tropezas mas con esa piedra " ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2875940651596761849?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2875940651596761849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2875940651596761849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/una-vez-le-dije-un-amigo-sabes-sigo.html' title='.'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-9214861417980994845</id><published>2009-10-18T15:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:00:58.505-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Necesito descargar esta tensión que siento , esta angustia , estas ganas de mandar todo a la mierda. No se puede vivir así, con un nudo en la garganta las 24 hrs del día...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-9214861417980994845?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/9214861417980994845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/9214861417980994845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/necesito-descargar-esta-tension-que.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5029872984107253016</id><published>2009-10-13T07:41:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:25:49.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo puedo resistir ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/StRZz5LiqvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WIMdTTfwjvU/s1600-h/_MG_2584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/StRZz5LiqvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WIMdTTfwjvU/s320/_MG_2584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392033401926757106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gracias: por hacerme feliz ,por todo. Los amo y amaré por los siglos de los siglos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5029872984107253016?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5029872984107253016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5029872984107253016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/pero-las-canciones-nunca-cambian.html' title='Yo puedo resistir ...'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/StRZz5LiqvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WIMdTTfwjvU/s72-c/_MG_2584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4528852482332364224</id><published>2009-10-07T10:12:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:42:08.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No existen !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SsyobwtzN1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7F6eOjiEPxY/s1600-h/Cinderella-and-Prince-Charming-the-princesses-of-disney-7229032-1203-902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SsyobwtzN1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7F6eOjiEPxY/s320/Cinderella-and-Prince-Charming-the-princesses-of-disney-7229032-1203-902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389868048942577490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Los príncipes azules solo existen en los cuentos de Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4528852482332364224?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4528852482332364224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4528852482332364224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-existen.html' title='No existen !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SsyobwtzN1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/7F6eOjiEPxY/s72-c/Cinderella-and-Prince-Charming-the-princesses-of-disney-7229032-1203-902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8001265663216055547</id><published>2009-09-20T03:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:54:15.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He venido aquí esta noche porque cuando te das cuenta de que quieres pasar el resto de tu vida con alguien, deseas que el resto de tu vida empiece lo antes posible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8001265663216055547?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8001265663216055547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8001265663216055547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2029571986402363291</id><published>2009-09-15T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:34:03.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada vez que pienso en vos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Yo podría haberlo hecho mejor&lt;br /&gt;vos podrías acercarte a mi&lt;br /&gt;yo intuía que esto, mi amor&lt;br /&gt;se rompía y esto es siempre así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que todo fue&lt;br /&gt;tan extraño, tan extraño al fin.&lt;br /&gt;Vos buscando el polvo de Dios&lt;br /&gt;yo bebía para irme de aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que pienso en vos fue amor, fue amor...&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que pienso en vos fue amor, fue amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo el mundo me habla de vos&lt;br /&gt;y puedo dejar de reir&lt;br /&gt;lo que haces y a donde vas&lt;br /&gt;de tu depto siempre a Pix D'Ami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No está bien romper un corazón&lt;br /&gt;deja vú de lo que va a venir&lt;br /&gt;vos querías verme feliz,&lt;br /&gt;yo quería verte revivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que pienso en vos fue amor, fue amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos días que corren, mi amor&lt;br /&gt;es aquí que nos tocó vivir&lt;br /&gt;enredados en los cables de Entel&lt;br /&gt;de algún sueño vamos a salir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como siempre vuelvo a ensayar&lt;br /&gt;y los pibes siempre están ahí&lt;br /&gt;hay un boomerang en la city, mi amor&lt;br /&gt;todo vuelve, como vos decís.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que pienso en vos fue amor, fue amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2029571986402363291?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2029571986402363291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2029571986402363291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/09/cada-vez-que-pienso-en-vos.html' title='Cada vez que pienso en vos...'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2214502909639979063</id><published>2009-08-25T12:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:41:18.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done they have one thing in common: they are shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they’re gone"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2214502909639979063?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2214502909639979063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2214502909639979063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_25.html' title='♥'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4651360046511175932</id><published>2009-08-13T16:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:26:59.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>"Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4651360046511175932?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4651360046511175932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4651360046511175932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2187362882794034425</id><published>2009-08-07T23:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:38:47.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking after you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; dreaming aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Things just won't do without you, matter of fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; If you'd accept surrender, I'll give up some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Weren't you adored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I cannot be without you, matter of fact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I'm on your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; Another heart is cracked in two, I'm on your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I cannot be without you, matter of fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2187362882794034425?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2187362882794034425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2187362882794034425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking-after-you.html' title='Walking after you'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3170186993470362028</id><published>2009-08-06T11:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:36:30.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Una mirada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Me gusta mirarte mientras observas no sé qué. Cuando dejas la mirada fija en un punto, me pierdo en ella y navego por el ancho mar de tus ojos.Me gusta mirarte cuando sonríes. Tu sonrisa es la luz que ilumina mi camino.Me gusta mirarte cuando cuentas las estrellas junto a mí. En esos momentos, el firmamento parece tan pequeño si lo comparamos con tu rostro...Me gusta mirarte cuando me miras. Me siento protegida, arropada.Y es que me gusta tanto mirarte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me gusta mirarte cuando pareces pensativo y es que imagino estar en tus pensamientos, Me gusta mirarte cuando te ves altivo y es que eso me hace sentir protegida, Me gusta mirarte cuando te marchas con paso seguro y decidido, Me gusta mirarte para memorizar cada uno de tus movimientos así los tengo cuando no estás conmigo, y es que no me canso de mirarte en cada instante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3170186993470362028?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3170186993470362028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3170186993470362028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/08/una-mirada.html' title='Una mirada...'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-6090984769395903555</id><published>2009-08-03T01:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:56:32.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You re the perfect drug ( my perfect Drug)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you, your scent, it's like a drug to me. Like my own personal brand of heroin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-6090984769395903555?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6090984769395903555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6090984769395903555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-re-perfect-drug-my-perfect-drug.html' title='You re the perfect drug ( my perfect Drug)'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8216651939770371300</id><published>2009-07-30T00:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:39:15.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CPC%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;¿Has amado alguna vez a alguien hasta llegar a sentir que ya no existes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ¿Hasta el punto en el que ya no te importa lo que pase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;¿Hasta el punto en el que estar con él ya es suficiente, cuando te mira y tu corazón se detiene por un instante? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yo sí... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8216651939770371300?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8216651939770371300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8216651939770371300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/07/notebook.html' title='The notebook'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1655882574991550130</id><published>2009-07-23T14:47:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:52:07.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You may say that I'm a dreamer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Imagine there's no Heaven&lt;br /&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;br /&gt;No hell below us&lt;br /&gt;Above us only sky&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;br /&gt;And no religion too&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living life in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;br /&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;br /&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Sharing all the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1655882574991550130?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1655882574991550130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1655882574991550130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/07/imagine-theres-no-heaven-its-easy-if.html' title='You may say that I&apos;m a dreamer...'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3311712665116805489</id><published>2009-07-20T09:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:15:37.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;La amistad es una cajita de cristal. Pequeña, transparente, donde guardas allí dentro todos tus pensamientos, ideas, cariño y amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Un cristal fino donde te reflejas. Material en el que están hechos tus sueños. Son porciones de tu corazón que intentas que no se rayen nunca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Un amigo es más que una persona. Algo que no es físico, algo que siempre llevas. Es eso que recoges por el camino y guardas en tu cajita de cristal, cuidadosamente acomodado en su interior de terciopelo. Todo eso en lo que crees, en lo que confías, en lo que sientes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eso que más allá del mundo encuentras. Eso que te abraza cuando piensas que no puedes más. Algo que lamentas no ver. Porque el amigo no se ve, no se toca, no se huele. Simplemente lo sientes. Y, aunque se encuentre sentado a tu lado, tú nunca lo ves como la materia física que es. Su esencia oculta entre los pliegues del terciopelo de tu cajita de cristal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A veces lo miras a los ojos. A veces sientes su presencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sin embargo, el amigo no es la persona que ves. Es la persona que sientes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Es aquello por lo que darías todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Menos tu cajita de cristal… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Feliz dia a todos mis amigos !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Este texto no lo escribí yo , pero en este día , creo que va muy bien y refleja mucho de lo que significa la amistad para mi...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3311712665116805489?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3311712665116805489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3311712665116805489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/07/amigos.html' title='AMIGOS...'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5041820405992967389</id><published>2009-07-17T09:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:52:20.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariposas</title><content type='html'>Mariosas en el corazon&lt;br /&gt;Mariposas en el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariposas ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( que linda sensación)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5041820405992967389?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5041820405992967389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5041820405992967389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/07/mariposas-en-el-alma-mariposas-en-el.html' title='Mariposas'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5631923969138124139</id><published>2009-07-07T08:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:39:43.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just ONE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"En este momento hay seis mil millones cuatrocientos setenta millones ochocientas dieciocho mil, seiscientas setenta y una personas en el mundo. Algunas corren asustadas. Otras vuelven a casa. Algunas dicen mentiras para llegar al final del día. Otras simplemente están enfrentándose a la verdad. Algunos son hombres malvados en guerra con los buenos. Y algunos son buenos, luchando con los malvados. Seis mil millones de personas en el mundo. Seis mil millones de almas. Y a veces, &lt;strong&gt;todo lo que necesitas es una.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5631923969138124139?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5631923969138124139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5631923969138124139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-este-momento-hay-seis-mil-millones.html' title='Just ONE....'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4425113198980194309</id><published>2009-03-09T19:26:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:00:03.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Quiero que todo esto pase pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Quiero que esta distancia se evapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quiero verte , abrazarte y besarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero hacerte reir como vos me haces reir con tus locuras..&lt;br /&gt;Quiero verte , necesito verte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4425113198980194309?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4425113198980194309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4425113198980194309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/03/quiero.html' title='Quiero..'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-7876072378852085232</id><published>2009-03-05T21:47:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:51:27.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Seguir viviendo sin tu amor ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Si a tu corazón yo llego igual&lt;br /&gt;todo siempre se podrá elegir&lt;br /&gt;no me escribas la pared&lt;br /&gt;sólo quiero estar entre tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si acaso no brillara el sol&lt;br /&gt;y quedara yo atrapado aquí&lt;br /&gt;no veria la razón&lt;br /&gt;de seguir viviendo sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hoy que enloquecido vuelvo&lt;br /&gt;buscando tu querer&lt;br /&gt;no queda más que viento&lt;br /&gt;no queda mas que viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si acaso no brillara el sol&lt;br /&gt;y quedara yo atrapado aquí&lt;br /&gt;no veria la razón&lt;br /&gt;de seguir viviendo sin tu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7876072378852085232?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7876072378852085232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7876072378852085232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-tu-corazon-yo-llego-igual.html' title='[ Seguir viviendo sin tu amor ]'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3755095966004712427</id><published>2009-02-19T06:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:51:41.043-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuando estés mal&lt;br /&gt;cuando estés solo.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ya estés cansado de llorar&lt;br /&gt;no te olvides de mí&lt;br /&gt;porque se que te puedo estimular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuando me mires a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y mi mirada esté en otro lugar&lt;br /&gt;no te acerques a mí&lt;br /&gt;porque se que te puedo lastimar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No pienses que estoy loco&lt;br /&gt;es sólo una manera de actuar&lt;br /&gt;No pienses que estoy solo&lt;br /&gt;estoy comunicado con todo lo demás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por eso cuando estés mal&lt;br /&gt;cuando estés sola&lt;br /&gt;cuando ya estés cansada de llorar&lt;br /&gt;no te olvides de mí&lt;br /&gt;porque se que te puedo estimular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3755095966004712427?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3755095966004712427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3755095966004712427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-mi.html' title='De mí'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-7620870163778190855</id><published>2009-02-18T09:10:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:21:18.136-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Por qué todo lo bueno se va tan rápido?</title><content type='html'>Siempre pasa lo mismo, llega algo a nuestras vidas , nos sentimos bien, nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pelliscamos&lt;/span&gt; para ver si estamos soñando , porque es raro que algo bueno nos suceda .Seguimos viviendo en esta especie de " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paraíso&lt;/span&gt; " . La gente nos ve diferente , nos nota bien, de "buen humor" , Nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reímos&lt;/span&gt;, nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sonreímos&lt;/span&gt;, caminamos entre nubes .La felicidad está &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt;, la tocamos , la sentimos , la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oleemos&lt;/span&gt; , la saboreamos y de repente...PUM , un golpe nos tira 10 metros abajo. Caemos en la realidad,( o nos traen a la realidad )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me pregunté ¿Por qué todo lo bueno es pasajero?. ¿ Por qué todo llega,como una brisa de aire fresco, nos llena de alegría , de esperanza, de amor , de paz y de repente, se va.. ? ¿Por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;qué todo&lt;/span&gt; se evapora, tan rápido como llegó?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que la vida no es perfecta ,que la vida tiene un gusto agridulce . (En mi caso, más amargo que dulce) ...Pero por más que lo repita una y otra vez y nunca aprendo. Siempre me termino &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;golpeándome&lt;/span&gt; contra el suelo..&lt;br /&gt;Odio sentirme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;,odio que todo pase tan rápido .. Odio no poder estar bien y poder ser feliz .. Odio ser siempre la que llora, la que ve pasar las cosas, la que se queda siempre con el corazón destrozado.&lt;br /&gt;Me puse como meta en este año , disfrutar del momento .. pero porque siempre me pasa que termino llorando.. No quiero vivir más &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; ... ¿por que tengo que acostumbrar a vivir en un mar gris, gran parte de mi vida?&lt;br /&gt;Trato de no pensar , trato de no mostrar el dolor interno, pero es imposible. Se nota ,se ve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy , estoy pasando por un momento gris ( en todas sus escalas ) . Me siento mal, frágil, vulnerable. Todo cambio tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rápido&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;todavía&lt;/span&gt; no me acostumbro a esto..No puedo extrañarte tanto. Ni pasó una semana desde la ultima vez que hablamos , ni siquiera un mes de la ultima vez que te vi y ya te extraño..&lt;br /&gt;En tan poco tiempo te metiste en mi vida .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;No se&lt;/span&gt; como voy a hacer para pasar esto.. pero se que todo .. TODO pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que viví con vos todo esos momentos , hermosos van a permanecer para siempre en mi memoria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Es verdad... todo es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;efímero&lt;/span&gt; pero también lo efímero deja su marca , su huella en nosotros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7620870163778190855?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7620870163778190855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7620870163778190855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-que-todo-lo-bueno-se-va-tan-rapido.html' title='¿Por qué todo lo bueno se va tan rápido?'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-7273976542720450154</id><published>2009-02-10T06:58:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:09:30.988-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don´t Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SZFDnKO0OfI/AAAAAAAAALY/hCMTPi2TJRw/s1600-h/dontspeakpd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301092576432241138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SZFDnKO0OfI/AAAAAAAAALY/hCMTPi2TJRw/s400/dontspeakpd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que hablar cuando las palabras están de mas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Para que pensar , para que explicar, ¿Para que ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7273976542720450154?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7273976542720450154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7273976542720450154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-speak.html' title='Don´t Speak'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SZFDnKO0OfI/AAAAAAAAALY/hCMTPi2TJRw/s72-c/dontspeakpd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8602520433186976536</id><published>2009-02-04T23:22:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:25:54.096-02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I hate about you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SYo_3NMbrSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/feN2iuUYC8g/s1600-h/1200054935_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299118129221971234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SYo_3NMbrSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/feN2iuUYC8g/s400/1200054935_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the way you drive my car.I hate it when you stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the way you're always right.I hate it when you lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8602520433186976536?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8602520433186976536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8602520433186976536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things I hate about you....'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SYo_3NMbrSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/feN2iuUYC8g/s72-c/1200054935_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8754799325280644936</id><published>2009-01-19T10:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:40:33.679-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi nueva filosofia de vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Vive cada momento de tu vida, como si fuese el último de tu existencia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8754799325280644936?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8754799325280644936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8754799325280644936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/01/mi-nueva-filosofia-de-vida.html' title='Mi nueva filosofia de vida...'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4006282046740954651</id><published>2009-01-13T14:51:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:54:10.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Locura Veraniega</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Las voces de mi cabeza me persiguen constantemente.. Trato de no escucharlas, casi siempre tiene algo negativo para decirme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;No estoy loca, no señor...Todo el mundo tiene sus voces internas que lo acosan ,que lo aturden . Mis voces ,a veces , no solo me hablan, sino que a veces se pelean entre sí generando una lucha interna en donde yo no sé para donde ir.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAAASTAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CALLENSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; DE UNA VEZ Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DEJENME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; TRANQUILA ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Tengo tanto que hacer y con semejante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kilombo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; interno no hago mi la cuarta parte de lo planeado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Debo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inhalar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exhalar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;... entrar en estado de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;relajación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;...: " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ooooooommmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Año &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;movidito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; se viene.. si ya empezó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.. no me quiero imaginar lo que se vendrá ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4006282046740954651?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4006282046740954651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4006282046740954651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/01/las-voces-de-mi-cabeza-me-persiguen.html' title='Locura Veraniega'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1739049876594841104</id><published>2009-01-10T16:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:07:37.551-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola 2009 !</title><content type='html'>Querido 2009 :Como estas ? espero que te sientas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cómodo&lt;/span&gt; y contento ya que tenemos muchos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; para estar juntos.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quería&lt;/span&gt; decirte que por ahora te estas portando bien.. y espero que sigas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;. Desde que llegaste me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;parecías&lt;/span&gt; buena onda y lo estoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comprobando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; tras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiere mucho.. tu amiga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pd&lt;/span&gt;:Siempre los años que terminan con un número impar son de mi agrado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1739049876594841104?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1739049876594841104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1739049876594841104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2009/01/hola-2009.html' title='Hola 2009 !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5185964500844197004</id><published>2008-12-18T13:20:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:54:35.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que más quiero es reírme más ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SUpsPn6DN0I/AAAAAAAAALA/VuBVBnRN-9o/s1600-h/quiene10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281152528711628610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 227px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SUpsPn6DN0I/AAAAAAAAALA/VuBVBnRN-9o/s400/quiene10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;No quiero nada mas,desear me hace mal.Nunca basta el amor,peor es esperar lo mejor.Nunca basta,nunca basta,por eso quiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reírme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; mas.No quiero nada mas.me tienta no necesitar,nunca basta el amor y tanto placer acaba...nunca basta...nunca basta.Por eso quiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reírme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; mas, lo que mas quiero es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reírme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; mas,ser sorpresa de felicidad,tener tiempo y perderlo ya, despertarme para soñar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reírme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; mas,porque la muerte es un absurdo fin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[leo garcía - Reirme más]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5185964500844197004?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5185964500844197004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5185964500844197004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/12/lo-que-ms-quiero-es-rerme-ms.html' title='Lo que más quiero es reírme más ....'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SUpsPn6DN0I/AAAAAAAAALA/VuBVBnRN-9o/s72-c/quiene10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5530754439261273731</id><published>2008-12-17T01:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:26:01.084-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Rio, lloro, tiemblo, me enojo, me violento , me deprimo , me confundo , recuerdo , suspiro , pienso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5530754439261273731?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5530754439261273731'/><link 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la lagrima que cae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desnudando el dolor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me envuelve en el silencio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, debo despertar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivir detras de esa mentira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que habita en mis sueños&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi pasado, mis secretos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, debo despertar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mieuTrRtLVg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mieuTrRtLVg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin palabras ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7033887659994754980?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7033887659994754980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7033887659994754980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuentos-borgeanos-fuente.html' title='[ Cuentos Borgeanos - Fuente ]'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3639335630164922157</id><published>2008-12-15T21:07:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:26:58.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahi estaré</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigo esperando esa luz , sigo esperandote ... cuando quieras volver , ahi estaré , en el lugar de siempre ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3639335630164922157?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3639335630164922157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3639335630164922157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigo-esperando-esa-luz-sigo-esperandote.html' title='Ahi estaré'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-6864681508370511546</id><published>2008-12-15T21:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:28:02.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Las cosas más hermosas suceden cuando uno menos se lo espera&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-6864681508370511546?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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vos</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tus manos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu manera de hablar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu dulzura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esa manera de ser tan rara y tan especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu cara cuando te emocionas y tratas de disimularlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Escucharte cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que sigas siendo niño a pesar de tus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;veintitantos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero lo que mas amo de vos es que a pesar de no verte  por meses , siempre que vuelvo , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seguís&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desarmándome&lt;/span&gt; como la primera vez ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Te quiero tanto tanto tanto tanto tanto tanto taaanto .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gracias por estar a tu manera siempre junto a mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1474540267807350573?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1474540267807350573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1474540267807350573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-cosas-que-amo-de-vos.html' title='10 cosas que amo de vos'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-164859735564818573</id><published>2008-12-09T23:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:28:33.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu silencio.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tu silencio hace eco en mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tu silencio hace eco en mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tu silencio hace eco en mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tu silencio hace eco en mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tu silencio hace eco en mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tu silencio hace eco en mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-164859735564818573?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/164859735564818573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/164859735564818573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/12/tu-silencio-hace-eco-en-mi-alma.html' title='Tu silencio.....'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-638085048419957173</id><published>2008-12-05T19:53:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:54:56.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusa desesperación</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Verte,mirarte, estudiarte, desnudarte,saludarte, despedirte, extrañarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;No verte, , necesitarte , buscarte , no encontrarte , odiarte, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;llorarte&lt;/span&gt; , TRATAR de olvidarte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Odio esta sensación de incertidumbre , odio este tiempo muerto entre los dos , odio escuchar a la gente decir " a lo mejor este tiempo separados les hace bien" , odio sentirme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;, odio planear cosas y que después se desmoronen, odio esto , odio quererte y lo que más odio es no poder sacarte de mi cabeza ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-638085048419957173?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/638085048419957173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/638085048419957173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/12/confusa-desesperacin.html' title='Confusa desesperación'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3535101387068703074</id><published>2008-11-12T02:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T02:08:51.205-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Una canción suena, pero no es una canción cualquiera , es nuestra canción .Esa canción que vos y yo escuchábamos juntos .Esa canción que cada vez que suena trato de disimular los efectos que causa en mi..Afloran sensaciones que sólo el alma entiende, imágenes superpuestas , recuerdos que creía lejanos , olores, texturas., risas , palabras, miradas..&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo como si fuera hoy nuestras charlas , ay, como disfrutaba nuestras charlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo pasó tan rápido , todo se esfumó de golpe .Lo nuestro comenzó así como termino, de la manera mas rara , mas impensada.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ausencia cada vez se hace mas notoria , los pequeños huecos que dejaste se vuelven cráteres profundos ..&lt;br /&gt;Odio esto.. odio recordarte ...&lt;br /&gt;Me hace tanto mal saber que lo nuestro fue tan corto y por ahí no fue mucho... pero fue el mundo para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3535101387068703074?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3535101387068703074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3535101387068703074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/11/una-cancin-suena-pero-no-es-una-cancin.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3415233776904377226</id><published>2008-11-09T06:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:49:20.784-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sounds of laughter shades of life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;are ringing through my open ears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exciting and inviting me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Limitless undying love which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shines around me like a million suns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It calls me on and on across the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos versiones de este BELLO tema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ko19oussVGQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ko19oussVGQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gLWTtlMwo4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gLWTtlMwo4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3415233776904377226?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3415233776904377226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3415233776904377226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/11/across-universe.html' title='Across the universe'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-7756454162152103878</id><published>2008-10-28T02:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:55:36.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes people feel like hell,out of place,like if nobody likes you.....sometimes i have this days...and they don't go fast...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-7756454162152103878?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7756454162152103878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/7756454162152103878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-people-feel-like-hellout-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4937329052768177991</id><published>2008-10-27T01:17:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:22:44.641-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparados , listos , ya !</title><content type='html'>Tengo la maldita costumbre de acelerar(me) . Me gusta sentir la adrenalina , me gusta sentir ese miedo de ver las cosas pasando a gran velocidad, de sentir que vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero , a la vez , me asusta mucho el no poder ver el punto para poner el stop . Muy pocas veces sali ilesa de estos momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me termino golpeando contra la fria pared de cemento .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4937329052768177991?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4937329052768177991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4937329052768177991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/10/preparados-listos-ya.html' title='Preparados , listos , ya !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1847280781428128269</id><published>2008-10-23T10:37:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:53:35.319-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Al borde de un ataque de nervios</title><content type='html'>Si, estoy nerviosa .Los nervios se apoderan de mi , recorren mi cuerpo, se instalan y parece que no quieren dejarme en paz. Trato de tranquilizarme , busco infinitas maneras , pero ninguna logra su cometido. Los nervios se apoderaron de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un ataque de nervios , las cosas me sobrepasan y me atacan con sus dientes afilados .&lt;br /&gt;Lo más desesperante, es que a media que se acerca fin de año las cosas empeoran y llego al 31 de diciembre con una carga de stress que superan los parametros permitidos.&lt;br /&gt;Ok,sé que es el precio que pagamos por " ser adultos " y trabajar y ser independientes.Pero no estoy pidiendo nada mas que un momento de tranquilidad.&lt;br /&gt;No pido una vida rosa, como en los videos pop o en las peliculas yankies , en donde todo es hermoso,en donde los problemas se solucionan " magicamente" o la chica pobre y no popular, consigue triunfar ( y al chico guapo y popular). Solo pido PAZ . Pido un día para reirme , para salir y no preocuparme por nada mas que por el tago que voy a tomar o con quien me voy a ir o que voy a hacer despues de cenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mandan un Rivotril por favor ...Gracias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1847280781428128269?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1847280781428128269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1847280781428128269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/10/al-borde-de-un-ataque-de-nervios.html' title='Al borde de un ataque de nervios'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2961620890362888867</id><published>2008-10-20T13:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:36:33.609-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SPyleRcd_FI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GD5bZo225t0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SPyleRcd_FI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GD5bZo225t0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259260404359363666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una mezcla de sentimientos se aplastan y se suceden dentro de mi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2961620890362888867?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2961620890362888867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2961620890362888867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/10/una-mezcla-de-sentimientos-se-aplastan.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SPyleRcd_FI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GD5bZo225t0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-9011099205811609750</id><published>2008-10-16T16:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:49:27.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hurt myself today&lt;br /&gt;To see if I still feel&lt;br /&gt;I focus on the pain&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's real&lt;br /&gt;The needle tears a hole&lt;br /&gt;The old familiar sting&lt;br /&gt;Try to kill it all away&lt;br /&gt;But I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;Goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;You could have it all&lt;br /&gt;My empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear this crown of shit&lt;br /&gt;Upon my liar's chair&lt;br /&gt;Full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the stain of time&lt;br /&gt;The feeling disappears&lt;br /&gt;You are someone else&lt;br /&gt;I am still right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I become?&lt;br /&gt;My sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;Goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;You could have it all&lt;br /&gt;My empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could start again&lt;br /&gt;A million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I would keep myself&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-9011099205811609750?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/9011099205811609750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/9011099205811609750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/10/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-6209926728767342779</id><published>2008-10-08T14:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:21:02.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspiros</title><content type='html'>Un suspiro es el lenguaje del alma misma, un deseo, un anhelo, un recuerdo.Es una de las expresiones más puras de nuestro ser, es aquel respiro profundo que aparece cuando nuestra alma experimenta el punto  más profunto de algun sentimiento(amor,dolor,tristeza,soledad etc....).Suspiras por cansancio,por alegria,por amor,por deseo, por todo lo que quieres, temes, añoras o lloras....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Un suspiro es un deseo del alma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-6209926728767342779?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6209926728767342779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6209926728767342779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/10/suspiros.html' title='Suspiros'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3774964540748887122</id><published>2008-10-02T10:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:00:29.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>Todo se transforma&lt;br /&gt;Todo se destruye&lt;br /&gt;Todo se pierde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa rápido, el tiempo se va de nuestras manos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3774964540748887122?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3774964540748887122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3774964540748887122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8798323774845547233</id><published>2008-09-29T00:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:14:58.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Todo a mi alrededor está cambiando, todo se transforma , todo pasa rápido , todo se evapora . &lt;br /&gt;No entiendo nada , no entiendo los silencios , no entiendo las distancias. &lt;br /&gt;¿ Por qué si quiero algo me alejo ? &lt;br /&gt;Una trata de no salir lastimada..de que no le vuelvan a pulverizar el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;¿Para que arriesgarse otra vez? ¿vale realmente la pena ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8798323774845547233?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8798323774845547233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8798323774845547233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_29.html' title='.'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1812100459014097756</id><published>2008-09-28T23:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:03:03.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>No llego, no alcanzo&lt;br /&gt;Se está agotando el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;De nada sirve hablar.&lt;br /&gt;Silencio, silencio&lt;br /&gt;Nada es tan importante&lt;br /&gt;Nada quedará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convertiré la muerte en un portal&lt;br /&gt;De sueños sin sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Y así vivir sin nada en qué pensar&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo en cuanto vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No llores, no llores&lt;br /&gt;Nadie es parte de uno&lt;br /&gt;Nada quedará&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo desecho&lt;br /&gt;En natural destino&lt;br /&gt;Infinito curso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Estoico-Cuentos Borgeanos]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1812100459014097756?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1812100459014097756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1812100459014097756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_28.html' title='.'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2875722409700135597</id><published>2008-09-27T00:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:29:38.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Wilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt; "A veces podemos pasarnos años sin vivir en absoluto, y de pronto toda nuestra vida se concentra en un solo instante "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oscar Wilde &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2875722409700135597?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2875722409700135597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2875722409700135597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/veces-podemos-pasarnos-aos-sin-vivir-en.html' title='Oscar Wilde'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2405557834629776502</id><published>2008-09-26T21:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:29:55.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy b-day Shannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SN1-XLfMdDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7sQ8lwnp9Sc/s1600-h/hoon_h23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SN1-XLfMdDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7sQ8lwnp9Sc/s320/hoon_h23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250491677269586994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde quiera que estes ... Feliz Cumpleaños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know we can't all stay here forever&lt;br /&gt;So I want to write my words on the face of today&lt;br /&gt;And they'll paint it [ Change - Blind Melon]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2405557834629776502?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2405557834629776502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2405557834629776502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-b-day-shannon.html' title='Happy b-day Shannon'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SN1-XLfMdDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7sQ8lwnp9Sc/s72-c/hoon_h23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5653042502082722762</id><published>2008-09-25T02:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:52:47.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When life is hard, you have to change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5653042502082722762?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5653042502082722762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5653042502082722762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-5227032608089307064</id><published>2008-09-24T19:26:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:50:56.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El miedo paraliza..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Tenemos miedo a cambiar, a enfrentar nuevas cosas, a modificar nuestros hábitos, a intentar cosas nuevas y diferentes, a cambiar de trabajo, de pareja…..en fin tenemos miedo prácticamente a todo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejemos de una vez , todo el miedo , todas las dudas y enfrentemos ESO .&lt;br /&gt;Eso que tanto queremos , que tanto deseamos , que tanto anhelamos..Siempre algo que queremos tener con toda nuestra alma  y  por miedo no lo hacemos o enfrentamos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;La vida es demasiado corta como para estar preocupados por boludeces.Hay que  arriesgarse , hay que "lanzarse en paracaidas hacia el vacio" y sentir esas sensación de libertad , ese placer de haberse animado y logrado el objetivo, de haber conseguido eso que por tanto tiempo deseamos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que es difícil y jodido enfrentarse a lo que nos asusta , pero creo que cuando uno vence ese miedo inicial , la sensación de victoria personal por haber conseguido eso tan espcial,es tan placentera , que muchas veces terminamos riéndonos de nosotros mismos por haber estado tan asustados y decimos : " que gil que era.. porque no me anime antes .Era tan fácil "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer me pasó algo muy feo y me hizo replantearme mil cosas. Se me vinieron a la mente miles de personas, miles de cosas que "por miedo" no hice o dije y me sentí tan mal , tan arrepentida que me propuse a mi misma : " Nunca más me voy a quedar sin decir las cosas", porque a veces no hay segundas oportunidades." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-5227032608089307064?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5227032608089307064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/5227032608089307064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-miedo-paraliza.html' title='El miedo paraliza..'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3565782344270226308</id><published>2008-09-23T01:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:43:33.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vos sabes, yo lo sé... pero es áspero reconocer.</title><content type='html'>Al fin y al cabo era sentir y nada más, &lt;br /&gt;tan simple que hubo que empezar a complicar, &lt;br /&gt;vos sábes, yo lo sé,pero es áspero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La culpa, el compromiso, la fidelidad, &lt;br /&gt;y el amor como un contrato de exclusividad, &lt;br /&gt;vos sábes, yo lo sé, &lt;br /&gt;pero es áspero,reconocer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comencemos un día sin vanidades, &lt;br /&gt;mis excusas cobardes ya no sirven más, &lt;br /&gt;no sabemos expresar, &lt;br /&gt;ni aprendimos a interpretarnos. &lt;br /&gt;No hay una verdad ni hay un modo de amar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces creo que insistimos sin pensar, &lt;br /&gt;que los sentimientos no se pueden explicar. &lt;br /&gt;Vos sabés, yo lo sé, &lt;br /&gt;pero es áspero, reconocer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3565782344270226308?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3565782344270226308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3565782344270226308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/vos-sabes-yo-lo-se-pero-es-spero.html' title='Vos sabes, yo lo sé... pero es áspero reconocer.'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8226682766782070599</id><published>2008-09-23T01:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:51:20.404-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder our perception of beauty is distorted</title><content type='html'>Me pregunto ¿Hasta donde vamos a llegar ? ¿ cual es el patrón para medir la belleza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8226682766782070599?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8226682766782070599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8226682766782070599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/belleza-artificial.html' title='No wonder our perception of beauty is distorted'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3043074352750928041</id><published>2008-09-22T19:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:51:44.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La primavera , la sangre altera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNgcYwDicuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yZ4r9iy7KEc/s1600-h/655923_1734969262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNgcYwDicuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yZ4r9iy7KEc/s320/655923_1734969262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248976577242493666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y llegó la primavera , llegaron los calorcitos y llegaron las alergias jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;Todo bien con vos primavera , pero prefiero el otoño ( o el invierno en su defecto)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3043074352750928041?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3043074352750928041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3043074352750928041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-primavera-la-sangre-altera.html' title='La primavera , la sangre altera'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNgcYwDicuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yZ4r9iy7KEc/s72-c/655923_1734969262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4099905624954613188</id><published>2008-09-18T12:32:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:42:56.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNMrF2led_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/IDSDEQeOnh4/s1600-h/minis%2520mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247585370368800754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNMrF2led_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/IDSDEQeOnh4/s320/minis%2520mm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una mania cuando me compro los m&amp;amp;m :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero los separo por color , despúes empiezo a comerme los rojos y dsp los azules , los verdes, los amarillos , los naranjas y siiempre a lo ultimo dejo los marrones ( puuuaaaj bueh ODIO los marroncitos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4099905624954613188?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4099905624954613188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4099905624954613188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/m.html' title='M&amp;M'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNMrF2led_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/IDSDEQeOnh4/s72-c/minis%2520mm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-860294865353097261</id><published>2008-09-18T12:32:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:30:20.917-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead- No surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqsyXdj_p_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqsyXdj_p_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-860294865353097261?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/860294865353097261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/860294865353097261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/radiohead-no-suprises.html' title='Radiohead- No surprises'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-9011565766400764107</id><published>2008-09-18T12:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:10:38.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como diría el gran Peter Capusotto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNH7s-9J8jI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Sg_f2byORFg/s1600-h/n572378518_776257_5390.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Esto me lo mandó mi prima hermosa y se los dejo a todos ustedes para que lo vean y se rían tanto como yo.Gracias Ev por hacerme reir por media hora . Esta MUY BUENO .jajajaja]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si sabían pero la La canción de Vivere habla de la marihuana . miren sino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mi mamá sabe muy bien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;que el verde me hace bien&lt;br /&gt;y a todos da felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Me hace sentir tan libre y tan fresquito&lt;br /&gt;y creo que también puedo volar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay en mi ropita aroma verde&lt;br /&gt;de la hierba que te envuelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diría el gran Peter Capusotto " Habla de fasoooooooooooooooo "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=7N4USO41A6c"&gt;http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=7N4USO41A6c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-9011565766400764107?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/9011565766400764107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/9011565766400764107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-dira-el-gran-peter-capusotto.html' title='Como diría el gran Peter Capusotto....'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1202291317518127880</id><published>2008-09-18T05:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:09:14.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lithium</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy because today I've found my friends&lt;br /&gt; They're in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you&lt;br /&gt; We've broken our mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning is everyday for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not scared.&lt;br /&gt;Light my candles, in a daze 'cause I've found God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely but that's ok I shaved my head.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sad.&lt;br /&gt;And just maybe I'm too plain for all I've heard But I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt; I'm so excited. I can't wait to meet you there.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horny, but that's ok my will is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it, I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;I kill you, I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=sUUHNf0S5cA" rel="nofollow noindex external"&gt;http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=sUUHNf0S5cA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1202291317518127880?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1202291317518127880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1202291317518127880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/lithium.html' title='Lithium'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-1473628498203083871</id><published>2008-09-17T02:48:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:52:45.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sólo otro día en la ciudad</title><content type='html'>Sólo sé que todo va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;que todo se termina..&lt;br /&gt;que todo cambia ..&lt;br /&gt;Es solo un día más...&lt;br /&gt;Ya todo terminará&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-1473628498203083871?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1473628498203083871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/1473628498203083871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/solo-otro-da-en-la-ciudad.html' title='Sólo otro día en la ciudad'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-907648963981570264</id><published>2008-09-17T02:48:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:05:50.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>One love, One Blood, One Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNCaYwinZKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KvwluBiIep4/s1600-h/994785046_3b3a7c7043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246863316024255650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNCaYwinZKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KvwluBiIep4/s320/994785046_3b3a7c7043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it getting better&lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Will it make it easier on you now&lt;br /&gt;You got someone to blame&lt;br /&gt;You say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love&lt;br /&gt;One life&lt;br /&gt;When it's one need&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;One love&lt;br /&gt;We get to share it&lt;br /&gt;Leaves you baby if you&lt;br /&gt;Don't care for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;Or leave a bad taste in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;You act like you never had love&lt;br /&gt;And you want me to go without&lt;br /&gt;Well it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;To drag the past out into the light&lt;br /&gt;We're one, but we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;We get to Carry each other&lt;br /&gt;Carry each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you come here for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Have you come to raise the dead&lt;br /&gt;Have you come here to play Jesus&lt;br /&gt;To the lepers in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ask too much&lt;br /&gt;More than a lot&lt;br /&gt;You gave me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all I got&lt;br /&gt;We're one&lt;br /&gt;But we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;Well we Hurt each other&lt;br /&gt;Then we do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say Love is a temple&lt;br /&gt;Love a higher law&lt;br /&gt;Love is a temple&lt;br /&gt;Love the higher law&lt;br /&gt;You ask me to enter&lt;br /&gt;But then you make me crawl&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be holding on&lt;br /&gt;To what you got&lt;br /&gt;When all you got is hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love&lt;br /&gt;One blood&lt;br /&gt;One life&lt;br /&gt;You got to do what you should&lt;br /&gt;One life&lt;br /&gt;With each other&lt;br /&gt;Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life&lt;br /&gt;But we're not the same&lt;br /&gt;We get to Carry each other&lt;br /&gt;Carry each other&lt;br /&gt;One...life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-907648963981570264?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/907648963981570264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/907648963981570264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-love-one-blood-one-life.html' title='One love, One Blood, One Life'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNCaYwinZKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KvwluBiIep4/s72-c/994785046_3b3a7c7043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-6628613568448736947</id><published>2008-09-17T02:48:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:20:49.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me and five bucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNHkvDXtA0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xrn5VR0kkQw/s1600-h/1185550375_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247226537873048386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNHkvDXtA0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xrn5VR0kkQw/s320/1185550375_f.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Lainy, this is all we need. A couple of smokes, a cup of coffee, and a little bit of conversation. You and me and five bucks.[ Reality Bites] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-6628613568448736947?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6628613568448736947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6628613568448736947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-and-me-and-five-bucks.html' title='You and me and five bucks'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SNHkvDXtA0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xrn5VR0kkQw/s72-c/1185550375_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-974223612080832147</id><published>2008-09-15T22:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:31:52.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand by me</title><content type='html'>When the night has come&lt;br /&gt;And the land is dark&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is the only light we see&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;No I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And darling, darling stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now, now, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sky that we look upon&lt;br /&gt;Should tumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;And the mountain should crumble to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry, I won't cry&lt;br /&gt;No I won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darling, darling stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now, now, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, darling stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Stand by meOh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link : [ &lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=O4_ghOG9JQM"&gt;http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=O4_ghOG9JQM&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-974223612080832147?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/974223612080832147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/974223612080832147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand by me'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-8276575897057350891</id><published>2008-09-14T13:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:23:05.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>He hecho 17 de 50 cosas estúpidas</title><content type='html'>Instrucciones: Marca con una x las cosas estúpidas que te han pasado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Que se te caiga el chicle de la boca cuando estas hablando. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saludar a alguien en la calle por equivocación. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Golpearte con una puerta o algo transparente.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Llamar 2 o mas veces al mismo número cuando te han dicho: 'no equivocado'.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pensar algo divertido y te empiezas a reír y la gente se te queda viendo raro. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Golpearte con un árbol/poste/cartel mientras caminas.&lt;br /&gt;7. Te es posible chuparte el codo.&lt;br /&gt;8. Al leer esto, acabas de intentar chupar tu codo. jajajaj es inevitable!&lt;br /&gt;9. Mandar un mensaje de texto a la persona incorrecta&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ponerte el zapato izquierdo en el pie derecho y/o viceversa&lt;br /&gt;11. Salir con la etiqueta de la ropa nueva a la calle&lt;br /&gt;12. Ahogarte con tu propia saliva. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ir a un lugar en tu vehículo y volver caminando.&lt;br /&gt;14. Confundir la sal con el azúcar en las comidas/bebidas.&lt;br /&gt;15. Abrir al revés la caja de fósforos. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Abrir el bidet y mojarte la cara con el chorro.&lt;br /&gt;17. Tragarte un insecto sin querer.&lt;br /&gt;18. Incendiar algo accidentalmente.&lt;br /&gt;19. Has intentado tomar un sorbete con la boca pero se te va por la nariz/ojos.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Dormir y despertarte todo babeado&lt;br /&gt;21. Dormirte en clase.&lt;br /&gt;22.Destapar la gaseosa y salpicarte, cerrarla y volver a abrirla por lo tanto volver a salpicarte. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Contar algo y olvidarte de lo que hablabas. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Llegar al mostrador y olvidarte de lo que ibas a comprar.(y llevarte algo q no ibas a comprar)&lt;br /&gt;25. Querer servir la bebida con la botella tapada. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Usar los dedos para hacer sumas simples. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Dormirte en el colectivo y pasarte de la parada. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Cerrar la puerta, que abre solo de adentro, y dejar las llaves de ese lado.&lt;br /&gt;29. Ponerte la ropa al revés o del lado equivocado.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Buscar algo por todos lados y que lo tenías en la mano.&lt;br /&gt;31. Abrir el bidet y que el agua salga demasiado caliente.&lt;br /&gt;32. Ir a votar y no llevar el DNI.&lt;br /&gt;33. Tragarte el chicle. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ir a comprar y no llevar la plata.&lt;br /&gt;35. Hacer una cola de 3 hs que no era.&lt;br /&gt;36. Agarrarte los dedos con el ventilador de techo.&lt;br /&gt;37. Tirarte al agua y rasparte la cara contra el fondo.&lt;br /&gt;38. Largar una carcajada con la boca llena de líquido y escupir todo.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ir caminando, que se te salga el zapato y tener que volver a buscarlo.&lt;br /&gt;40. Quemarse los pies con la arena y disimularlo.&lt;br /&gt;41. Salir o entrar al agua y que se te baje la maya.&lt;br /&gt;42. Entrar al departamento o auto equivocado.&lt;br /&gt;43. Que se te caigan objetos al inodoro.&lt;br /&gt;44. Poner la pava a calentar sin agua. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Entrar al baño del genero equivocado&lt;br /&gt;46. Inclinarte el vaso antes de llegar a la boca y chorrearte.&lt;br /&gt;47. Dejar el auto sin freno de mano y que se te vaya cuesta abajo.&lt;br /&gt;48. Prender el cigarrillo al revés e intentar fumarlo.&lt;br /&gt;49. Decirle mami a la profesora.&lt;br /&gt;50. Toparte con alguien en la calle y querer salir los dos para el mismo lado&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-8276575897057350891?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8276575897057350891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/8276575897057350891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-hecho-17-de-50-cosas-estpidas.html' title='He hecho 17 de 50 cosas estúpidas'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-6968738419933614992</id><published>2008-09-13T15:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:07:03.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SMwBLRXuxUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/T_ccQbuXlGY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245568959132910914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SMwBLRXuxUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/T_ccQbuXlGY/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para algunas cosas uno elige el destino, para otras simplemente le toca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-6968738419933614992?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6968738419933614992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6968738419933614992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SMwBLRXuxUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/T_ccQbuXlGY/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2347108771972250861</id><published>2008-09-13T12:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:59:11.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¡ Tequila !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SMvjQi-GqXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YL-lMBaOxSE/s1600-h/tequila-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245536064407775602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SMvjQi-GqXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YL-lMBaOxSE/s320/tequila-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2347108771972250861?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2347108771972250861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2347108771972250861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/tequila.html' title='¡ Tequila !'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SMvjQi-GqXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YL-lMBaOxSE/s72-c/tequila-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-2627429531794232881</id><published>2008-09-11T13:33:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:39:38.791-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuestionario</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tu nombre: Victoria &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Te dicen: vicky. vick. vickuña, vickita, vickina,bardo,pootha, chuleta .. etc &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexo: femenino &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lugar de residencia: Buenos Aires, Argentina. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sangre materna: Española &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sangre paterna: Italiana &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Estado civil: soltera &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Profesión: Maestra Jardinera &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aficiones: Fotografía, Cocina, Música, Dibujar, Crear, Escribir, Leer,Arte, Cine, Internet ,etc &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Estado sentimental: No sabe , No contesta &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Que haces en este momento?: " Trabajo" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Que haces cuando estás aburrido?: Pienso boludeces &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Que haces cuando estás triste?: Lloro &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿A que hora te acuestas?: depende, últimamente a cualquier hora por culpa de mi insomnio &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Que odias?: La falsedad, la mentira , la hipocresía... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Tienes piercings? ¿Cuantos?: Por ahora ,ninguno .. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Tienes tatuajes? ¿Cuantos?: Por ahora ,ninguno .. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Hermanos?: Un hermano &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Que evento nunca te pierdes?: Cumpleaños &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Bebes? ¿Desde cuando? ¿Mucho?: Si.¿ Desde los 17? ... moderadamente (?) jajajaja &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Fumas? ¿Desde cuando? ¿Mucho?: no &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Cual es tu estilo de vestir?: Cómodo , personal ..que se yoo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marca de móvil: Sony Ericsson &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ciudades favoritas: Londres &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Tienes amigos en el extranjero?: Si &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Cual es tu programa de TV favorito?: Casi no miro TV, me gusta más ver películas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emisora de radio favorita: No escucho radio &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tipo de música favorita: Rock &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mejor cantante: No sé , es muy difícil elegir uno solo .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revista favorita: Rolling Stone &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Libro favorito: Muchísimos &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Películas favoritas: Muchísimas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actor/Actriz: Sean Penn &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Que tipo de películas te gustan?:Suspenso &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mascota favorita: Perro &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lo mejor que te ha pasado: Poder viajar por el mundo con mis amigas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pregunta más irritante: Muchas jajajaj &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vicios: el café, la música , Internet &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Que perfumes usas?: Tommy Girl &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Frío o Calor?: Frío &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Te tiñes?: Si &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Te maquillas?: Si &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Color de ropa interior favorito: Negro &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Eres virgen?: No &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Que es lo último que comiste?: Un cereal fort rojo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Que estas escuchando en este momento?: La maquina de café &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Estación del año favorita: Primavera &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Última película que viste: Elephant, el otro día por Isat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Algo que te gustaría hacer:¿ Ahora ? Viajar , viajar , viajar... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Tocas algún instrumento?: Si, la guitarra &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;¿Usas lentes?: Si &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Si pudieras romper un record, ¿cual seria?: Sería la persona que aguanta muchisimos días sin dormir &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Algo extraño de ti: tengo a veces pensamientos muy locos y charlas muy limadas &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tu tipo de hombre: Inteligente, Honesto, Divertido, Original, Simpático, Algo loco.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Descríbete en una palabra: rara ..(?) No sé , ustedes ¿ como me describirían?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-2627429531794232881?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2627429531794232881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/2627429531794232881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/cuestionario.html' title='Cuestionario'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4232490592413700065</id><published>2008-09-06T22:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:53:39.938-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esos locos bajitos I</title><content type='html'>Situación Real, sala de 5 años en un Jardín en el cual laburé..&lt;br /&gt;Era el dia de la bandera y la maestra se dispone a hablar sobre Manuel Belgrano y le pregunta a los niños :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maestra:  A ver chicos.... ¿Por qué creen que Belgrano creo la bandera?&lt;br /&gt;( silencio.. todos los nenes.. piensan y uno levanta la mano )&lt;br /&gt;Alumnito : La creo porque se le canto el ort....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4232490592413700065?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4232490592413700065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4232490592413700065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/esos-locos-bajitos-i.html' title='Esos locos bajitos I'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-6194449341858608930</id><published>2008-09-05T01:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:55:01.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NINE INCH NAILS: The Fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but they keep waiting ...and picking... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's something i have to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was there, too &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before everyhting else &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was like you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPv3oi-yWO0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NIN es una banda que conozco hace relativamente pronto , gracias a un ex amor , que una vez me dijo: Tenes que escuchar esto .. y desde ahi que entre , no pude salir ..&lt;br /&gt;Creo que una de las pocas cosas que rescato de esa relación es el haberme hecho conocer esta bandaza &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-6194449341858608930?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6194449341858608930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/6194449341858608930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/nine-inch-nails-fragile.html' title='NINE INCH NAILS: The Fragile'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-3805518293458785792</id><published>2008-09-04T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:05:14.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SL9QOgIerSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/d-d4rRYlDgQ/s1600-h/mafalda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241996701356436770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SL9QOgIerSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/d-d4rRYlDgQ/s320/mafalda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuanta verdad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-3805518293458785792?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3805518293458785792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/3805518293458785792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/cuanta-verdad.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/SL9QOgIerSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/d-d4rRYlDgQ/s72-c/mafalda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-9170441176445727317</id><published>2008-09-03T03:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:11:40.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - Creep</title><content type='html'>When you were here before/Couldnt look you in the eye/Youre just like an angel/Your skin makes me cry/You float like a feather/In a beautiful world/And I wish I was special/Youre so fuckin special/But Im a creep, Im a weirdo./What the hell am I doing here? /I dont belong here./I dont care if it hurts/I want to have control/I want a perfect body/I want a perfect soul/I want you to notice/When Im not around/Youre so fuckin special/I wish I was special/But Im a creep, Im a weirdo./What the hell am I doing here?/ I dont belong here./Shes running out again,Shes running out/Shes run run run running out.../Whatever makes you happy/Whatever you want/Youre so fuckin special/I wish I was special...But Im a creep, Im a weirdo,/What the hell am I doing here?/ I dont belong here.I dont belong here./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxpblnsJEWM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxpblnsJEWM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una banda que me encanta  y que quiero compartir con ustedes.Este no es su mejor tema pero hoy por hoy tiene un significado especial para mi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-9170441176445727317?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/9170441176445727317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/9170441176445727317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/radiohead-creep.html' title='Radiohead - Creep'/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4325967881227439402</id><published>2008-09-01T13:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:01:43.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medida que creemos , nos volvemos más irritables, cerrados, fríos, escépticos, rutinarios, locos. Perdemos la capacidad de soñar. de jugar, de reír.&lt;br /&gt;A veces uno por tantas responsabilidades se olvida de lo más importante: disfrutar la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Vivimos rompiéndonos el culo laburando nueve horas diarias , durmiendo mal, estresados , corriendo de un lugar para el otro .¿ Y que logramos ? NADA .. Podemos tener más guita , un auto nuevo, ropa buena , pero eso realmente nos hace felices?&lt;br /&gt;Dejémonos de joder y vivamos la vida. Aunque sea una vez ,seamos como nenes de tres años, corramos , riamos , bailemos , gritemos .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te animas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4325967881227439402?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4325967881227439402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4325967881227439402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/09/medida-que-creemos-nos-volvemos-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2060420730990512999.post-4328203629006615840</id><published>2008-08-28T22:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:30:17.218-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todo ,tarde o temprano ,se termina yendo a la mierda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2060420730990512999-4328203629006615840?l=suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4328203629006615840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2060420730990512999/posts/default/4328203629006615840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suenanpalabrasqueconfunden.blogspot.com/2008/08/todo-pero-todo-tarde-o-temprano-se.html' title=''/><author><name>lahijadelsilencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00338080233049326531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nXwPRovBo_E/Swp8kBGfQ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/ZHmUR5pZamo/S220/138love-messbrasil.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
