<?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-5772522963336072484</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:53:11.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S MY LIFE †</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-4732627292370984097</id><published>2009-08-27T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:36:09.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SpcWr2e907I/AAAAAAAAAlw/-rHj0KPBvs8/s1600-h/The-Boys-Are-Back_articleimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SpcWr2e907I/AAAAAAAAAlw/-rHj0KPBvs8/s400/The-Boys-Are-Back_articleimage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374789622905557938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHORA ME DEJA , AHORA ME DICE, YO LO VI FUERTE Y LE DI MANISE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-4732627292370984097?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/4732627292370984097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahora-me-deja-ahora-me-dice-yo-lo-vi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4732627292370984097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4732627292370984097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahora-me-deja-ahora-me-dice-yo-lo-vi.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SpcWr2e907I/AAAAAAAAAlw/-rHj0KPBvs8/s72-c/The-Boys-Are-Back_articleimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2901133989413178873</id><published>2009-08-27T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:27:56.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SpcV__paRRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mi7zGX-C4CA/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SpcV__paRRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mi7zGX-C4CA/s400/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374788869451040018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exedi tus limites, me fui de la raya, hice de todo pensando que de mi necesitarias mas mas mas. y ahora haria cualquier cosa para que vuelvas a mi, pero es tarde y saco las lagrimas de mis ojos BOY'S DONT CRY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-2901133989413178873?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2901133989413178873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/08/exedi-tus-limites-me-fui-de-la-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2901133989413178873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2901133989413178873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/08/exedi-tus-limites-me-fui-de-la-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SpcV__paRRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mi7zGX-C4CA/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6267523839422508731</id><published>2009-08-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:23:48.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SpcVHeb25WI/AAAAAAAAAlg/por5prPa5Vk/s1600-h/Imagen+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SpcVHeb25WI/AAAAAAAAAlg/por5prPa5Vk/s400/Imagen+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374787898463151458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vos querias que llore y rompa mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;Yo queria irme y estar en otra parte&lt;br /&gt;Queriamos esto como cualquiera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-6267523839422508731?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6267523839422508731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/08/vos-querias-que-llore-y-rompa-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6267523839422508731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6267523839422508731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/08/vos-querias-que-llore-y-rompa-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SpcVHeb25WI/AAAAAAAAAlg/por5prPa5Vk/s72-c/Imagen+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6988901788369682406</id><published>2009-07-04T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:58:18.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SlAjTxVMRtI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ro27ilnSbQ0/s1600-h/DSC00543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SkpjMMQt3yI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/OFHA3RmVHrc/s400/2908_1138631909094_1326291370_371353_8286575_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353200168184176418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Firsurardicen que es como llorarcon cada parte de tu cuerpofisurardicen que es como quedar atrapadopor el foso de una gran languidez, hija de una adrenalina talque hace bien,pero enseguida te condena.a eso le llaman fisurar, fisurar dicen que es como meterse en la ducha y sentir como que te quemás, sin importar que esté tibia, esté fria, aunque salga mortal, igual temblarás, cual fantasma de la oscuridad; aunque sea el mejor día de sol, dicen que vas a fisurar. Fisurar dicen que es más que anhelar tu candor,  que ayer sonreía. Fisurar dicen que es levantarse a escuchar qué tenés que hacer, pero un poco más. dicen que es recibir muchos roscazos que vienen de adentro de vos, puching ball de tantas horas de aberración&lt;br /&gt;e interminables confesiones y promesas que te ayudan sólo a fisurar. dicen que después de los grandes momentos hay un vacío, que podés alimentarsi tenés suficientes ganas de sufriry explorar hondo en todas tus miserias,que van por aquí, que están por allá.¿dónde? ¡que no las veo?se dice que puede durar dos días enteros,quizás también toda tu vida,eso depende de lo que hayas hechoy no es sólo el vil metal.&lt;br /&gt;¡se puede fisurar por tantas cosas que te hacen fisurar!dicen que todo tiene un precio- y no se trata del billete que se voló -hay muchas ventanillas para pagarlos platos rotos de esas noches de gloria.&lt;br /&gt;dicen que el sueño te puede enderezar,&lt;br /&gt;mimarse a uno mismo es fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;si tenés a alguien que te pueda aguantar&lt;br /&gt;o a un psicólogo a quien fisurarte.&lt;br /&gt;mucho mejor si es con la mina que amás,&lt;br /&gt;nunca te pierdas esa oportunidad,&lt;br /&gt;y, si hablamos de la reina del mal,&lt;br /&gt;tenés que huir de la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;Fisurar&lt;br /&gt;dicen que es padecer sacrificios, ausencias&lt;br /&gt;o euforia total,&lt;br /&gt;y todo tipo de encierros,&lt;br /&gt;tristezas o felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;que te suele mostrar,&lt;br /&gt;al otro día, sus dientes bien afilados&lt;br /&gt;y, de ahi, te empieza, lentamente, a asesinar.&lt;br /&gt;y ahí te empieza lentamente a asesinar.&lt;br /&gt;eso se llama fisurar;&lt;br /&gt;a eso le dicen fisurar;&lt;br /&gt;a eso le dicen fisurar.&lt;br /&gt;¡fisurar!¡fisurar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-5184998703293426513?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/5184998703293426513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/firsurardicen-que-es-como-llorarcon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5184998703293426513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5184998703293426513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/firsurardicen-que-es-como-llorarcon.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SkpjMMQt3yI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/OFHA3RmVHrc/s72-c/2908_1138631909094_1326291370_371353_8286575_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-5735493381404519450</id><published>2009-06-17T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:22:02.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjlBv04nMHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/jiEKl56kW4k/s1600-h/DSC03481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjlBv04nMHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/jiEKl56kW4k/s400/DSC03481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348378322384924786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TU CUERPO ES EL LUGAR PER&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ECTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-5735493381404519450?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/5735493381404519450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/tu-cuerpo-es-el-lugar-per-f-ecto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5735493381404519450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5735493381404519450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/tu-cuerpo-es-el-lugar-per-f-ecto.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjlBv04nMHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/jiEKl56kW4k/s72-c/DSC03481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-142237943280395521</id><published>2009-06-17T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:16:22.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjlA2ENA6SI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9xCOn11uEps/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjlA2ENA6SI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9xCOn11uEps/s400/DSC00998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348377330064615714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La angustia es prima de la decesperacion&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/5772522963336072484-142237943280395521?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/142237943280395521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-angustia-es-prima-de-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/142237943280395521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/142237943280395521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-angustia-es-prima-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjlA2ENA6SI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9xCOn11uEps/s72-c/DSC00998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2105193482071213499</id><published>2009-06-14T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:43:16.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjWmnQKH5SI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ihPaBwWnI1Y/s1600-h/050609183714-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjWmnQKH5SI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ihPaBwWnI1Y/s400/050609183714-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347363325854868770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Broken hearts and last goodbyes. Restless nights but lullabies. Helps make this pain go away. I realize I let you down. Told you that I'd be around. Building up the strength just to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This time is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay. But your already on your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Filled with sorrow, filled with pain. Knowing that I am to blame. For leaving your heart out in the rain. And I know your gonna walk away. And leave me with the price to pay. But before you go I wanted to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-2105193482071213499?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2105193482071213499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-hearts-and-last-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2105193482071213499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2105193482071213499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-hearts-and-last-goodbyes.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjWmnQKH5SI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ihPaBwWnI1Y/s72-c/050609183714-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-4062796654756670248</id><published>2009-06-14T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:38:29.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjWlyGKpYZI/AAAAAAAAAks/WobJjkLXrrw/s1600-h/4553_1175461103781_1145687081_503630_253665_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjWlyGKpYZI/AAAAAAAAAks/WobJjkLXrrw/s400/4553_1175461103781_1145687081_503630_253665_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347362412639642002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quiero decirte, que yo me marcho, nose a donde, yo solo quiero, irme lejos, irme muy lejos de ti. Rencor no te guardo, por lo que me has hecho. Aunque, me valla te prometo, pensar en tí..en diciembre, cada momento de mi vida, saluda a los amigos, y busca una excusa. Inventa cualquier cosa, tu que sabes mentir,&lt;br /&gt;saluda también a quien te robo de mi y dile que tal vez, no volveré....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-4062796654756670248?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/4062796654756670248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiero-decirte-que-yo-me-marcho-nose.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4062796654756670248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4062796654756670248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiero-decirte-que-yo-me-marcho-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjWlyGKpYZI/AAAAAAAAAks/WobJjkLXrrw/s72-c/4553_1175461103781_1145687081_503630_253665_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6273795804098957474</id><published>2009-06-14T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:21:13.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   No hay nada que te pueda decir. Nada que pueda hacer. Para hacerte ver.. lo que significas para mi. Todo el dolor, las lágrimas que lloré. Nunca dijiste adiós, y ahora sé, que lejos te has ido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Lo se, te decepcioné, pero ahora no será así, en este momento no te iras porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seré, todo lo que quieras, tendré mi mente pegada a mi cuerpo.. porque me dejaste acabada. Toda mi vida, estaré con tigo siempre, para tenerte durante todo el día y hacer que todo este bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Tenía todo, no sabia lo que la vida podía darme, pero ahora veo, que tu eres la única cosa buena.. el único que esta en mi interior. Ahora puedo respirar, porque tu estas aquí con migo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Si te pierdo, daré la vuelta.. porque nunca te dejaré, porque sin ti no puedo dormir, no quiero nunca dejarte, tu eres lo que conseguí, lo que realmente quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Y sin ti no se que hacer, no podría vivir un día si no te tengo aquí con migo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-6273795804098957474?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6273795804098957474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-hay-nada-que-te-pueda-decir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6273795804098957474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6273795804098957474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-hay-nada-que-te-pueda-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6877483948034883503</id><published>2009-06-14T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:18:44.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjWhV9ebWKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/F4IV_TSHCrY/s1600-h/dahg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjWhV9ebWKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/F4IV_TSHCrY/s400/dahg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347357531223840930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;pero me di cuenta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;que pudo ser peor, que no fue para tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;y vos preguntarás por qué esperamos tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;solo para tomar impulso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;y llegar más alto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;ya no hay dolor&lt;br /&gt;ya no duele y no va a doler&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-6877483948034883503?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6877483948034883503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/pero-me-di-cuenta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6877483948034883503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6877483948034883503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/06/pero-me-di-cuenta.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SjWhV9ebWKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/F4IV_TSHCrY/s72-c/dahg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-155613217219550957</id><published>2009-05-25T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:34:43.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ShrkBGd2dnI/AAAAAAAAAkE/CCgWg60xZkY/s1600-h/Imagen+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ShrkBGd2dnI/AAAAAAAAAkE/CCgWg60xZkY/s400/Imagen+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339831015767963250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;vos sos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;la mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hermosa flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cuidate mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;que te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;quiero ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;bailando para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;mi jugando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;a ser lo mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;la nena mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hermosa&lt;br /&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hay&lt;/span&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/5772522963336072484-155613217219550957?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/155613217219550957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-vos-sos-la-mas-hermosa-flor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/155613217219550957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/155613217219550957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-vos-sos-la-mas-hermosa-flor.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ShrkBGd2dnI/AAAAAAAAAkE/CCgWg60xZkY/s72-c/Imagen+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3769835685066888908</id><published>2009-05-14T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:21:19.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sgywr42MyTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/gU_qQ6yzt_0/s1600-h/1235084261454_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sgywr42MyTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/gU_qQ6yzt_0/s400/1235084261454_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335833926567774514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblLetra"&gt;Te gusta andar por mi mejor lugar &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/5772522963336072484-3769835685066888908?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3769835685066888908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-gusta-andar-por-mi-mejor-lugar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3769835685066888908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3769835685066888908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-gusta-andar-por-mi-mejor-lugar.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sgywr42MyTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/gU_qQ6yzt_0/s72-c/1235084261454_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-5158528555612646658</id><published>2009-05-14T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:55:32.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sgyt_gWA-1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/z9yhrcwrExg/s1600-h/1200848866_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sgyt_gWA-1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/z9yhrcwrExg/s400/1200848866_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335830965052832594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblLetra"&gt;Tantas historias se pierden,&lt;br /&gt;tantas no conocerás&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vidas que se alejan,&lt;br /&gt;sin saber su realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Los que ganan te la cuentan&lt;br /&gt;como la única verdad. &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/5772522963336072484-5158528555612646658?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/5158528555612646658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/tantas-historias-se-pierden-tantas-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5158528555612646658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5158528555612646658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/tantas-historias-se-pierden-tantas-no.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sgyt_gWA-1I/AAAAAAAAAj0/z9yhrcwrExg/s72-c/1200848866_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6216191391845386741</id><published>2009-05-11T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:42:40.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sgibp0Iff5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/7oV5whZsQ8k/s1600-h/1240674603624_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sgibp0Iff5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/7oV5whZsQ8k/s400/1240674603624_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684901291556754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si te Quise fue sin qerer,Si te Quise no lo busque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tus ojos se fueron con la lluvia del mes y creo que lo logre me da orgullo decirlo porque alfin te olvide...&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/5772522963336072484-6216191391845386741?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6216191391845386741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-te-quise-fue-sin-qerersi-te-quise-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6216191391845386741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6216191391845386741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-te-quise-fue-sin-qerersi-te-quise-no.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sgibp0Iff5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/7oV5whZsQ8k/s72-c/1240674603624_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-7920029942136998881</id><published>2009-05-11T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:35:57.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiaEwgqiNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SQYTHun_O-Y/s1600-h/1240182166313_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiaEwgqiNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SQYTHun_O-Y/s400/1240182166313_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334683165152413906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Y díganme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;no me dejan fumar y me persiguen con su "ley" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;El Rasta solo quiere fumarse un "may" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A su play, everyday&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/5772522963336072484-7920029942136998881?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/7920029942136998881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-diganme-que-problema-tienen-con-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7920029942136998881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7920029942136998881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-diganme-que-problema-tienen-con-la.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiaEwgqiNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/SQYTHun_O-Y/s72-c/1240182166313_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-7836342061314652430</id><published>2009-05-11T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:33:56.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiZcF_77wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/983V8M9yvFw/s1600-h/1199548786_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiZcF_77wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/983V8M9yvFw/s400/1199548786_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334682466546085634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Sabés que no aprendí a vivir? A veces estoy tan bien, estoy tan down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calambres en el alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-7836342061314652430?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/7836342061314652430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabes-que-no-aprendi-vivir-veces-estoy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7836342061314652430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7836342061314652430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabes-que-no-aprendi-vivir-veces-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiZcF_77wI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/983V8M9yvFw/s72-c/1199548786_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8830764009630016100</id><published>2009-05-11T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:32:02.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiZEMFmwoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/54vs0AUvCSA/s1600-h/1241011189640_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiZEMFmwoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/54vs0AUvCSA/s400/1241011189640_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334682055863616130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;¡Somos la generación degenerada y te vamos a quemar la cabeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-8830764009630016100?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8830764009630016100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/somos-la-generacion-degenerada-y-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8830764009630016100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8830764009630016100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/somos-la-generacion-degenerada-y-te.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiZEMFmwoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/54vs0AUvCSA/s72-c/1241011189640_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6660188266933890410</id><published>2009-05-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:29:56.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiYhoj_IdI/AAAAAAAAAjA/swSjsIzAV2M/s1600-h/1232468120184_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiYhoj_IdI/AAAAAAAAAjA/swSjsIzAV2M/s400/1232468120184_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334681462211813842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Con tus salidas rencorosas&lt;br /&gt;A ningún lado llegás&lt;br /&gt;Pero para que me entiendas&lt;br /&gt;Te lo vuelvo a repetir&lt;br /&gt;No me importan los demás&lt;br /&gt;Yo con todos mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;Nos juntamos a escabiar&lt;br /&gt;No molestes más{...}&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa lo que pasa en tu cabeza {...}&lt;br /&gt;No me importan tus problemas&lt;br /&gt;Ni tu triste realidad&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/5772522963336072484-6660188266933890410?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6660188266933890410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/con-tus-salidas-rencorosas-ningun-lado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6660188266933890410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6660188266933890410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/con-tus-salidas-rencorosas-ningun-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiYhoj_IdI/AAAAAAAAAjA/swSjsIzAV2M/s72-c/1232468120184_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2853499196351494424</id><published>2009-05-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:27:28.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiYCYEE5fI/AAAAAAAAAi4/aSahqMxE2rU/s1600-h/1209412805_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiYCYEE5fI/AAAAAAAAAi4/aSahqMxE2rU/s400/1209412805_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334680925207062002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Te veo bailando el baile del espía bajo la mesa&lt;br /&gt;                           Al compás de las sirenas de policía&lt;br /&gt;                           Pero no importa, esto se cura&lt;br /&gt;                           Con una dieta de alcohol, pastillas, faso,&lt;br /&gt;                           Ocho horas de paja, y la locura,&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;                            Que es la fisura más dura,Y la locura, que es la fisura más dura ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-2853499196351494424?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2853499196351494424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-veo-bailando-el-baile-del-espia-bajo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2853499196351494424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2853499196351494424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-veo-bailando-el-baile-del-espia-bajo.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiYCYEE5fI/AAAAAAAAAi4/aSahqMxE2rU/s72-c/1209412805_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-7020748066146817339</id><published>2009-05-11T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:03:52.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiSb6mkSsI/AAAAAAAAAio/QOWVbzISRMQ/s1600-h/1241725189413_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiSb6mkSsI/AAAAAAAAAio/QOWVbzISRMQ/s400/1241725189413_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334674766905494210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esta cara es la que ladra y la tuya la que tiene que escuchar{...} Que frente al espejo se cae la careta...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-7020748066146817339?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/7020748066146817339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/esta-cara-es-la-que-ladra-y-la-tuya-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7020748066146817339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7020748066146817339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/05/esta-cara-es-la-que-ladra-y-la-tuya-la.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SgiSb6mkSsI/AAAAAAAAAio/QOWVbzISRMQ/s72-c/1241725189413_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8897858523197224641</id><published>2009-04-21T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:24:48.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4qsDiDezI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GibSEzariXc/s1600-h/032309203028-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4qsDiDezI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GibSEzariXc/s400/032309203028-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327242345576626994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;¿Puede mi angustia ser tu alegría?&lt;/span&gt;¿Puede esta melodía ser mejor?¿Puede la astucia ser algún día, la salida a mi agonía de imaginación? ¿Puede mi infierno ser mucho más fiel que tu cielo? ¿Puede un momento amargo ser tan dulce consuelo? ¿Puede un silencio ser mucho más duro que el cemento? ¿Pueden las letras ser más sencillas? ¿Puede un La menor sonar por Do? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;¿Puede una canción sacar de vos lo que brilla?&lt;/span&gt; ¿Puede una sola frase llenarte el corazón? ¿Puede la envidia ser tu alimento? ¿Puede "El Gran Suplemento" masturbar al pop? ¿Puede el locutor más gordo ser tan forro y siniestro? ¿Puede criticar el que no sabe quien sos? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;¿Puede tu mirada ser mi guía?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;¿Puede tu piel ser tatuada por mi sed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Puede quedar en la nada esta vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Puede terminar sin llegar a ser?&lt;/span&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/5772522963336072484-8897858523197224641?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8897858523197224641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/puede-mi-angustia-ser-tu-alegria-puede.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8897858523197224641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8897858523197224641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/puede-mi-angustia-ser-tu-alegria-puede.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4qsDiDezI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GibSEzariXc/s72-c/032309203028-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-369079583799259963</id><published>2009-04-21T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:19:24.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4qGEWrhWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/oMA536BYr4Q/s1600-h/3029_1147561926420_1148716961_498272_2053756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4qGEWrhWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/oMA536BYr4Q/s400/3029_1147561926420_1148716961_498272_2053756_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327241692962325858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;¿Puede la astucia ser algún día,la salida a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mi agonía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de imaginación?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5772522963336072484-369079583799259963?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/369079583799259963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/puede-la-astucia-ser-algun-diala-salida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/369079583799259963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/369079583799259963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/puede-la-astucia-ser-algun-diala-salida.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4qGEWrhWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/oMA536BYr4Q/s72-c/3029_1147561926420_1148716961_498272_2053756_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3668454969924329497</id><published>2009-04-21T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:18:02.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4p3d2nvZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PvvpfHjHpVE/s1600-h/1240102422239_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4p3d2nvZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PvvpfHjHpVE/s400/1240102422239_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327241442109144466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;¿Puede esta melodía &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ser mejor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&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/5772522963336072484-3668454969924329497?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3668454969924329497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/puede-esta-melodia-ser-mejor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3668454969924329497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3668454969924329497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/puede-esta-melodia-ser-mejor.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4p3d2nvZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/PvvpfHjHpVE/s72-c/1240102422239_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-788441020308138927</id><published>2009-04-21T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:16:41.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4pdnS-MkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/uU82sUOSJJg/s1600-h/2984_1129502152723_1082292222_30405699_2685909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4pdnS-MkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/uU82sUOSJJg/s400/2984_1129502152723_1082292222_30405699_2685909_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327240997967376962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;¿Puede &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mi angustia&lt;/span&gt; ser tu alegria?&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/5772522963336072484-788441020308138927?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/788441020308138927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/puede-mi-angustia-ser-tu-alegria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/788441020308138927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/788441020308138927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/puede-mi-angustia-ser-tu-alegria.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se4pdnS-MkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/uU82sUOSJJg/s72-c/2984_1129502152723_1082292222_30405699_2685909_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6622443561152105195</id><published>2009-04-20T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:58:44.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se0WNRPsTUI/AAAAAAAAAho/yWr0t5zMBU4/s1600-h/3029_1152473049195_1148716961_512458_6199812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se0WNRPsTUI/AAAAAAAAAho/yWr0t5zMBU4/s400/3029_1152473049195_1148716961_512458_6199812_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326938351472495938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuando ya ni sabia de vos,&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y te habia guardado en el tiempo,Cuando apenas recordaba tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando andaba sin un amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cuando menos te esperaba yo,&lt;br /&gt;Vos le ganaste un apuesta a mi corazon,&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando mire a mi alrededor,&lt;br /&gt;Vos eras otra vez mi mejor rocanrol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejame,&lt;br /&gt;Que esta vez se que puedo cuidarte, nena,&lt;br /&gt;Dejame, dejame,&lt;br /&gt;Que esta vez se que puedo cuidarte,&lt;br /&gt;Nena, dejame, dejame,&lt;br /&gt;Que esta vez se que puedo hacerlo mejor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ya ni sabia de vos,&lt;br /&gt;Y te habia guardado en el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ya no nos daba el sol,&lt;br /&gt;Ni tampoco nos esperaba el invierno,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando menos te esperaba yo,&lt;br /&gt;Le ganaste una apuesta a mi corazon,&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando mire a mi alrededor,&lt;br /&gt;Vos eras otra vez mi mejor rocanrol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se0WBT-5eVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/IfakXdosWMA/s1600-h/3029_1152473009194_1148716961_512457_8222700_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se0WBT-5eVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/IfakXdosWMA/s400/3029_1152473009194_1148716961_512457_8222700_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326938146048932178" 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/5772522963336072484-6622443561152105195?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6622443561152105195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuando-ya-ni-sabia-de-vos-y-te-habia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6622443561152105195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6622443561152105195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuando-ya-ni-sabia-de-vos-y-te-habia.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Se0WNRPsTUI/AAAAAAAAAho/yWr0t5zMBU4/s72-c/3029_1152473049195_1148716961_512458_6199812_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3409304370857530525</id><published>2009-04-16T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:26:10.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sefam3szq7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/tabon5aKjow/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sefam3szq7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/tabon5aKjow/s400/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325465445710670770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Buscate otro&lt;br /&gt;que ese hombre&lt;br /&gt;es para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mi&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/5772522963336072484-3409304370857530525?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3409304370857530525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/buscate-otro-que-ese-hombre-es-para-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3409304370857530525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3409304370857530525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/buscate-otro-que-ese-hombre-es-para-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sefam3szq7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/tabon5aKjow/s72-c/DSC00499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8470817666021029626</id><published>2009-04-16T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:20:08.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SefZJVEw7vI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fq6Hj-Xt4J4/s1600-h/DSC03702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SefZJVEw7vI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fq6Hj-Xt4J4/s400/DSC03702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325463838688079602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Encontre un &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;amigo&lt;/span&gt; en mi propio dolor&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/5772522963336072484-8470817666021029626?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8470817666021029626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/encontre-un-amigo-en-mi-propio-dolor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8470817666021029626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8470817666021029626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/encontre-un-amigo-en-mi-propio-dolor.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SefZJVEw7vI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fq6Hj-Xt4J4/s72-c/DSC03702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6335979275210605184</id><published>2009-04-16T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:17:41.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SefYlkegLoI/AAAAAAAAAhI/thxpwTLcJfY/s1600-h/Con+totti+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SefYlkegLoI/AAAAAAAAAhI/thxpwTLcJfY/s400/Con+totti+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325463224347274882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;a pasion me hiso ciega, igual segui orientada en mi otra mision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-6335979275210605184?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6335979275210605184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/l-pasion-me-hiso-ciega-igual-segui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6335979275210605184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6335979275210605184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/l-pasion-me-hiso-ciega-igual-segui.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SefYlkegLoI/AAAAAAAAAhI/thxpwTLcJfY/s72-c/Con+totti+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2893356122528196214</id><published>2009-04-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:31:20.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv9afFKsXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QHeqnTcr3oQ/s1600-h/DSC03350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv9afFKsXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QHeqnTcr3oQ/s400/DSC03350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322126016129970546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;La costumbre va &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;matar&lt;/span&gt; al placer.&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/5772522963336072484-2893356122528196214?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2893356122528196214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-costumbre-va-matar-al-placer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2893356122528196214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2893356122528196214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-costumbre-va-matar-al-placer.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv9afFKsXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QHeqnTcr3oQ/s72-c/DSC03350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1768775498482547325</id><published>2009-04-07T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:24:19.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv8rnn4Z0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/uaHBK6IzmmE/s1600-h/n1469011481_286938_1157620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv8rnn4Z0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/uaHBK6IzmmE/s400/n1469011481_286938_1157620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322125210969204546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;La mas dulce pena matandome adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-1768775498482547325?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1768775498482547325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-mas-dulce-pena-matandome-adentro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1768775498482547325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1768775498482547325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-mas-dulce-pena-matandome-adentro.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv8rnn4Z0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/uaHBK6IzmmE/s72-c/n1469011481_286938_1157620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2337197790161485136</id><published>2009-04-07T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:21:56.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv7rxbfGPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ARa7A1lJ1ew/s1600-h/n1204667115_311188_3800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv7rxbfGPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ARa7A1lJ1ew/s400/n1204667115_311188_3800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322124114089941234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aaaaaaalgo que viva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;algo que mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;algo que escuche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;algo que mire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;algo que escriba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;algo que borre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;algo en el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;algo en la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;aaaa&lt;/span&gt;aaaaalgo de &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;vos&lt;/span&gt;&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/5772522963336072484-2337197790161485136?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2337197790161485136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaaaaaalgo-que-viva-algo-que-mate-algo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2337197790161485136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2337197790161485136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaaaaaalgo-que-viva-algo-que-mate-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv7rxbfGPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ARa7A1lJ1ew/s72-c/n1204667115_311188_3800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2204809350913911046</id><published>2009-04-07T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:04:26.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv3i6AS5RI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lqedy6FlFoU/s1600-h/1237654896700_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv3i6AS5RI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lqedy6FlFoU/s400/1237654896700_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322119563726480658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;si fue echo para mi&lt;/span&gt; lo tengo que saber&lt;br /&gt;pero es muy dificil ver&lt;br /&gt;algo controla &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mi ser&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/5772522963336072484-2204809350913911046?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2204809350913911046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-fue-echo-para-mi-lo-tengo-que-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2204809350913911046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2204809350913911046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-fue-echo-para-mi-lo-tengo-que-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/Sdv3i6AS5RI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Lqedy6FlFoU/s72-c/1237654896700_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6969914916181455293</id><published>2009-03-30T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:33:05.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SdFIZBw9d-I/AAAAAAAAAgE/t8tBQgHkNG0/s1600-h/P1010173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SdFIZBw9d-I/AAAAAAAAAgE/t8tBQgHkNG0/s400/P1010173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319112229708986338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay otro en mi vida que me hiso entender que las cosas no soy como las pensabas engañando lastimando esa era tu jugada. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PERO BUENO ES EL TIEMPO Y EXSISTE EL OLVIDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que vas pasar lo mismo que yo pase te arrepentiras por no aver sabido querer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-6969914916181455293?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6969914916181455293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/hay-otro-en-mi-vida-que-me-hiso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6969914916181455293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6969914916181455293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/hay-otro-en-mi-vida-que-me-hiso.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SdFIZBw9d-I/AAAAAAAAAgE/t8tBQgHkNG0/s72-c/P1010173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8998400968014611577</id><published>2009-03-30T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:53:25.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SdE9EeRzlnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zVUPdHPru-U/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SdE9EeRzlnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zVUPdHPru-U/s400/P1010156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319099781957785202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;estas pero no estas seguro de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;si vienes o si vas o si vas a volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;y de repente tengo el corason vencido por tu ausencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;y de repente veo que volves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;tus ojos hacia mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;prefiero desarmarme de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;es mucho lo que gano al darte todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;inevitable es que despues da cada noche llega el dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;la risa y el dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;juegan del mismo modo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;tengo todo el tiempo para dartelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;te vas y yo tan solo veo que regresas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ya no siento miedo de esperarte amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;te vas con el recuerdo de mis besos&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/5772522963336072484-8998400968014611577?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8998400968014611577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/estas-pero-no-estas-seguro-de-saber-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8998400968014611577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8998400968014611577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/estas-pero-no-estas-seguro-de-saber-si.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SdE9EeRzlnI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zVUPdHPru-U/s72-c/P1010156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-4942909639928552354</id><published>2009-03-23T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:40:48.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfSy6ruUqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/khStDBHb6JE/s1600-h/DSC03253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfSy6ruUqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/khStDBHb6JE/s400/DSC03253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316449657322099362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy a mentir cuando les diga qua ya supere que nunca hubo dolor en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;que&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; nada tuyo exsiste&lt;/span&gt; nene no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-4942909639928552354?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/4942909639928552354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/voy-mentir-cuando-les-diga-qua-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4942909639928552354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4942909639928552354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/voy-mentir-cuando-les-diga-qua-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfSy6ruUqI/AAAAAAAAAf0/khStDBHb6JE/s72-c/DSC03253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1624720045523419400</id><published>2009-03-23T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:56:08.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfNIp8h7WI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PGzB1m1DQ50/s1600-h/1228491027659_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfNIp8h7WI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PGzB1m1DQ50/s400/1228491027659_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316443433716542818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y lo mejor que me pudo pasar en el viaje&lt;br /&gt;fue mirar el paisaje y seguir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-1624720045523419400?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1624720045523419400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/y-lo-mejor-que-me-pudo-pasar-en-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1624720045523419400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1624720045523419400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/y-lo-mejor-que-me-pudo-pasar-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfNIp8h7WI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PGzB1m1DQ50/s72-c/1228491027659_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-5926716520263080561</id><published>2009-03-23T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:46:24.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfKy6KjJdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5IWgKb47QwU/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfKy6KjJdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5IWgKb47QwU/s400/DSC01297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316440861089932754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y caía, y caía, y caía&lt;br /&gt;en la experiencia mía&lt;br /&gt;nena mía&lt;br /&gt;de haberte conocido&lt;br /&gt;amado y perdido&lt;br /&gt;como a una sirena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que después vuelve al mar. &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/5772522963336072484-5926716520263080561?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/5926716520263080561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/y-caia-y-caia-y-caia-en-la-experiencia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5926716520263080561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5926716520263080561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/y-caia-y-caia-y-caia-en-la-experiencia.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfKy6KjJdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5IWgKb47QwU/s72-c/DSC01297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3126188064287347357</id><published>2009-03-23T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:40:12.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfIWZjBcOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1G3VACkiJrQ/s1600-h/1237654896700_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfIWZjBcOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1G3VACkiJrQ/s400/1237654896700_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316438172274618594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un mercader compro tu vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y la vendió en los barrios bajos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, cuantas veces arranque por tu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, cuantas veces arranque por tu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entre todo el polvo y toda la humedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cúpulas de oro de la vieja bagdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sesenta mil puertas delante de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Genio, se me cierran, tengo que elegiiiir...que elegir !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No puedo invocar a mi genio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nene es tu amor un infierno pero yo te digo, mejor así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un mundo sin vueltas se abrió para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5772522963336072484-3126188064287347357?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3126188064287347357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-mercader-compro-tu-vida-y-la-vendio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3126188064287347357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3126188064287347357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-mercader-compro-tu-vida-y-la-vendio.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScfIWZjBcOI/AAAAAAAAAfc/1G3VACkiJrQ/s72-c/1237654896700_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2708325590207782481</id><published>2009-03-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:20:59.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScUhHZPIUZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VqsFZzGeyEw/s1600-h/DSC03732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScUhHZPIUZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VqsFZzGeyEw/s400/DSC03732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315691346097885586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi mejor amigo!&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/5772522963336072484-2708325590207782481?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2708325590207782481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-mejor-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2708325590207782481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2708325590207782481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-mejor-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/ScUhHZPIUZI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VqsFZzGeyEw/s72-c/DSC03732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8722424400221444223</id><published>2009-03-08T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:33:46.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SbRw9LkZaEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eZqy4wFPxCw/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SbRw9LkZaEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eZqy4wFPxCw/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310994056956438594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se que vos me amas, sabes que yo te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;mi amor por vos es unico, pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;no es mi unico amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bueno anoche lo pasamos muy bien, nos podriamos volver a ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ella supo que el pendejo flasheo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;por las dudas, le dijo otra vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;se que vos me amas, sabes que yo te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;mi amor por vos es unico, pero no es mi unico amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pueblo chico, infierno grande,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;a ver si se enteran tus padres esta vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;voy a terminar el problema  si yo no quiero lios con la ley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;asi va a ser mejor, me conoces muy bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;no me sigas, no pierdas tu tiempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;soy libre y vos tambien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se que vos me amas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;sabes que yo te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;mi amor por vos es unico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;pero no es mi unico amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;pero no es mi unico amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;ero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;o e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s m&lt;/span&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unico am&lt;/span&gt;or.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5772522963336072484-8722424400221444223?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8722424400221444223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-que-vos-me-amas-sabes-que-yo-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8722424400221444223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8722424400221444223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-que-vos-me-amas-sabes-que-yo-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SbRw9LkZaEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eZqy4wFPxCw/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2693663387287253098</id><published>2009-03-06T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:10:34.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SbGnhHdoTPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/jjB8iK59UIs/s1600-h/DSC03237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SbGnhHdoTPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/jjB8iK59UIs/s400/DSC03237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310209623027371250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que me llebe mucho pero quiero volver por el resto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-2693663387287253098?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2693663387287253098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-se-que-me-llebe-mucho-pero-quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2693663387287253098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2693663387287253098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-se-que-me-llebe-mucho-pero-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SbGnhHdoTPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/jjB8iK59UIs/s72-c/DSC03237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6634710540941507402</id><published>2009-03-01T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:51:55.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SarHaRG2smI/AAAAAAAAAe8/08y6I3HjdGw/s1600-h/n1321655253_233567_8744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SarHaRG2smI/AAAAAAAAAe8/08y6I3HjdGw/s400/n1321655253_233567_8744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308274364892230242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Veras que todo es mentira, veras que nada es amor, que al mundo nada le importa, yira yira, aunque te quiebre la vida, aunque te muerda un dolor, no esperes nunca una mano ni una ayuda ni un favor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-6634710540941507402?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6634710540941507402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/veras-que-todo-es-mentira-veras-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6634710540941507402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6634710540941507402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/03/veras-que-todo-es-mentira-veras-que.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SarHaRG2smI/AAAAAAAAAe8/08y6I3HjdGw/s72-c/n1321655253_233567_8744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-5200868251766601525</id><published>2009-02-27T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:16:10.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiasNp5qoI/AAAAAAAAAes/A82_wtGjecM/s1600-h/DSC01183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiasNp5qoI/AAAAAAAAAes/A82_wtGjecM/s400/DSC01183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307662245226457730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Olvídame,&lt;br /&gt;esta zamba te lo pide.&lt;br /&gt;Te pide mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;que no me olvides, que no me olvides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja el recuerdo caer&lt;br /&gt;como un fruto por su peso.&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé bien que no hay olvido&lt;br /&gt;que pueda más que tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo digo que el tiempo borra&lt;br /&gt;la huella de una mirada,&lt;br /&gt;mi zamba dice: no hay huella&lt;br /&gt;que dure más en el alma&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/5772522963336072484-5200868251766601525?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/5200868251766601525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/olvidame-esta-zamba-te-lo-pide.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5200868251766601525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5200868251766601525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/olvidame-esta-zamba-te-lo-pide.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiasNp5qoI/AAAAAAAAAes/A82_wtGjecM/s72-c/DSC01183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3508148145154018706</id><published>2009-02-27T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:55:29.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiYnomf0vI/AAAAAAAAAek/eSolSHBuAZE/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiYnomf0vI/AAAAAAAAAek/eSolSHBuAZE/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307659967537337074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Antes de mí tú no eras tú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;antes de tí yo no era yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Antes de ser nosotros dos&lt;br /&gt;no había ninguno de los dos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no había ninguno de los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Antes de ser parte de mí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;antes de darte a conocer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tú no eras tú y yo no era yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;parece que fuera antes de ayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Antes que nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yo quiero aclarar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que no es que estuviera tampoco pasándolo mal antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pero algo de mí, yo no supe ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hasta que no me lo mostró,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;algo de tí, que quiero creer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;que no vio nadie antes que yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que nadie vio antes que yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Después de todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;lo que quiero es decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;que no entiendo como podía vivir antes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no entiendo como podía vivir antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no entiendo como podía vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Antes de irme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;yo debo decir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;yo también pensaba que era feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No entiendo como podía vivir antes.&lt;/span&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/5772522963336072484-3508148145154018706?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3508148145154018706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/antes-de-mi-tu-no-eras-tu-antes-de-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3508148145154018706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3508148145154018706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/antes-de-mi-tu-no-eras-tu-antes-de-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiYnomf0vI/AAAAAAAAAek/eSolSHBuAZE/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-5111801630468759707</id><published>2009-02-27T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:42:14.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiWXDGd8xI/AAAAAAAAAec/hCosUVjr4-g/s1600-h/1225495281367_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiWXDGd8xI/AAAAAAAAAec/hCosUVjr4-g/s400/1225495281367_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307657483569722130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para contarte, canto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-5111801630468759707?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/5111801630468759707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-contarte-canto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5111801630468759707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5111801630468759707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-contarte-canto.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiWXDGd8xI/AAAAAAAAAec/hCosUVjr4-g/s72-c/1225495281367_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8059046222535204371</id><published>2009-02-27T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:29:01.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiSy1X6FSI/AAAAAAAAAeU/9VdZIexRMMY/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiSy1X6FSI/AAAAAAAAAeU/9VdZIexRMMY/s400/DSC01275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307653562874598690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Porque jugando al olvido no me quedan inventos&lt;br /&gt;yo se que me lleve mucho pero quiero volver por el resto&lt;br /&gt;Si un cruel destino no dejo mas, no me resigno a morir igual&lt;br /&gt;si creo que todo puede cambiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como no voy a esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-8059046222535204371?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8059046222535204371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/porque-jugando-al-olvido-no-me-quedan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8059046222535204371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8059046222535204371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/porque-jugando-al-olvido-no-me-quedan.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiSy1X6FSI/AAAAAAAAAeU/9VdZIexRMMY/s72-c/DSC01275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3394096987585508229</id><published>2009-02-27T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:19:58.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiPuxdGCAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2VZ1Toti6oc/s1600-h/DSC02592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiPuxdGCAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2VZ1Toti6oc/s400/DSC02592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307650194568251394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;El aire me siega, hay vidrio en la arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya no me da pena&lt;/span&gt;, dejarte un adios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Asi son las cosas, amargas borrosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Son fotos veladas de un&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; tiempo mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5772522963336072484-3394096987585508229?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3394096987585508229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-aire-me-siega-hay-vidrio-en-la-arena.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3394096987585508229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3394096987585508229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-aire-me-siega-hay-vidrio-en-la-arena.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaiPuxdGCAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2VZ1Toti6oc/s72-c/DSC02592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-200053552259899585</id><published>2009-02-23T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:36:52.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaL1yBgi1yI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LMnU1f-ZMJ0/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaL1yBgi1yI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LMnU1f-ZMJ0/s400/DSC01730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306073550743066402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquí estoy una vez m&lt;/span&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasgada en pedasos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No puedo negarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo fingir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Solamente tu eras el unico que rompia todo dentro de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no podras ver las lagrimas que derramo&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de estos ojos castaños&lt;br /&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/5772522963336072484-200053552259899585?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/200053552259899585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/aqui-estoy-una-vez-m-as-rasgada-en.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/200053552259899585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/200053552259899585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/aqui-estoy-una-vez-m-as-rasgada-en.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaL1yBgi1yI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LMnU1f-ZMJ0/s72-c/DSC01730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1697391030606454278</id><published>2009-02-23T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:11:20.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaL0t1mntSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pcm_eYmdwzs/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaL0t1mntSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pcm_eYmdwzs/s400/DSC00680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306072379316221218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a dejar que mi guitarra diga todo lo que yo no sé decir por mí. O quizás deba esperar a que el insulto del reloj acabe de planear mi fin. Duelen tanto las sonrisas. Cuesta un mundo respirar. Es que no tenerte aquí ya me hace mal. Me sigue rodeando la sombra de ti. Y siguen rodando por ahí todas las palabras que dijimos y los besos que nos dimos. Como siempre… hoy estoy pensando en ti. Debes saber que hay pedazos de tu boca sin querer regados por aquí. Y que tropiezo cada día sin pensar con un viejo recuerdo más y alguna nueva historia gris. Si no puedo estar contigo, ya no puedo estar sin ti. Cada vez se hace más duro ser feliz. Me sigue rodeando la sombra de ti. Y siguen rodando por ahí todas las palabras que dijimos y los besos que nos dimos. Como siempre… hoy estoy pensando en ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-1697391030606454278?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1697391030606454278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/voy-dejar-que-mi-guitarra-diga-todo-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1697391030606454278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1697391030606454278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/voy-dejar-que-mi-guitarra-diga-todo-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaL0t1mntSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/pcm_eYmdwzs/s72-c/DSC00680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-4036418107114471200</id><published>2009-02-22T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:19:34.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaH-IAXM-oI/AAAAAAAAAds/tunKd_80n3I/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaH-IAXM-oI/AAAAAAAAAds/tunKd_80n3I/s400/DSC01918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305801249508883074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amor de mi vida&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me heriste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;me has destrozado el corazón y ahora me dejas.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de mi vida¿no lo puedes ver?&lt;br /&gt;tráelo de vuelta,tráelo de vuelta&lt;br /&gt;no me lo quites,porque no sabes lo que significa para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor de mi vida &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no me dejes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has robado mi amor,ahora me abandonas.&lt;br /&gt;Amor de mi vida¿no lo puedes ver?&lt;br /&gt;tráelo de vuelta,tráelo de vuelta&lt;br /&gt;no me lo quites,porque no sabes lo que significa para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recordarás&lt;br /&gt;cuando esto este derribado&lt;br /&gt;y todo quede de paso.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando envejezca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;estaré ahí a tu lado para hacerte recordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cómo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aún te amo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;aún te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve,apurate en volver,&lt;br /&gt;por favor tráemelo nuevamente a casa,&lt;br /&gt;porque no sabes lo que significa para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;or de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-4036418107114471200?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/4036418107114471200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-de-mi-vida-me-heriste-me-has.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4036418107114471200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4036418107114471200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-de-mi-vida-me-heriste-me-has.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaH-IAXM-oI/AAAAAAAAAds/tunKd_80n3I/s72-c/DSC01918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-337424902656822875</id><published>2009-02-22T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:19:55.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaH1-FAixOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iNojz0N8uUY/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaH1-FAixOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iNojz0N8uUY/s400/DSC02482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305792282864305378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sola recordando mientras los segundos van pasando No sé como te podré olvidar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;cea la lluvia en la ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dibujando tu mirada un instante es una eternidad. Estoy cansada de soñar sin ti confundir la realidad.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y no sé si volverás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Para amarme y esperar Sin pedirme nada más &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Si pudiera ser verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ya no habría oscuridad. En cada historia hay un final En cada amor hay desamor En cada encuentro hay una ilusión Somos tanta gente sola y diferente&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt; Amanecer contigo hasta morir&lt;br /&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/5772522963336072484-337424902656822875?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/337424902656822875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/sola-recordando-mientras-los-segundos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/337424902656822875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/337424902656822875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/sola-recordando-mientras-los-segundos.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SaH1-FAixOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iNojz0N8uUY/s72-c/DSC02482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-273811454083770900</id><published>2009-02-20T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:56:39.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ8yG-CfItI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f970oC_pqgc/s1600-h/DSC02218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ8yG-CfItI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f970oC_pqgc/s400/DSC02218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305013981379764946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y YO PENSABA QUE DE EL ME HABIA OLVIDADO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aca me ves buscandolo una vez mas, mi carcelera, mi perpetua condena, mi debilidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;ave nocturna tras su vuelo deja tanta soledad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;APRENDI A ODIARLO CON EL TIEMPO Y ME SENTI MUCHO MEJOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;sin embargo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;uno siempre añorara de rompe el corazon.&lt;/span&gt; Ahora vuelve a seducirme cuando no lo espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falsas promesas me ha vendido una vez mas&lt;/span&gt; yo solo se que todo puede terminar de una manera en un rincon &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ECHA PEDASOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mi amargo final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Eternamente desvelada los huesos frios del sudor esperando sin remedio un dulce sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;que no va a llegar. Y yo que soy de las que piensan que nada es para siempre &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE TAN BORRACHA ALGUNA NOCHE CREO QUE LO OLVIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;blanca novia en el altar o viuda negra sin un rastro de piedad angel caido que en la noche encuentra sino para su maldad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;El pobre niño en desamparo que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME OFRECIA SU AMISTAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me mostro el oscuro infierno del que ya no pude escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-273811454083770900?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/273811454083770900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-yo-pensaba-que-de-el-me-habia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/273811454083770900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/273811454083770900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-yo-pensaba-que-de-el-me-habia.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ8yG-CfItI/AAAAAAAAAdc/f970oC_pqgc/s72-c/DSC02218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-5371040876729300176</id><published>2009-02-20T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:28:08.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ71qlAmr1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pqZ7h3P0zpk/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ71qlAmr1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pqZ7h3P0zpk/s400/DSC00382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304947522926980946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YO NO QUERIA QUERERTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y no lo pude evitar crei poder defenderme pero a mi corazon no lo pudes atar. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;YO NOSE MI AMOR QUE HAGO&lt;/span&gt; buscandote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;SI TE GANO PIERDO LIBERTAD&lt;/span&gt; y yo nose mi amor que hago besandote si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;YO NO ME QUIERO ENAMORAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-5371040876729300176?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/5371040876729300176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-no-queria-quererte-y-no-lo-pude.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5371040876729300176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5371040876729300176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-no-queria-quererte-y-no-lo-pude.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ71qlAmr1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pqZ7h3P0zpk/s72-c/DSC00382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3165050971653900643</id><published>2009-02-20T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:13:10.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7yduJqX4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/s-WU99g_fAw/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7yduJqX4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/s-WU99g_fAw/s400/DSC00514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304944003507707778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;e t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt; ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;dó&lt;/span&gt; que yo sin ti no puedo respirar, se te olvidó que el cielo cae a chachos si no estás, se te olvidó qué siento en &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i interior, un eco que no puede h&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blar. Se te olvidó que si me dejas ya no puedo anda&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;se te olvidó que yo sin&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; ya no quiero mas&lt;/span&gt;, se te olvidó que ahora s&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n tu amor, mi vida se empezó apagar. Se te olvidó decirme como te podré olvidar. Au&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que me trague el dolor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;rate de esconder mi am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;r, &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;aunque me haga el fuerte hoy, te extraño. &lt;/span&gt;Me quedo ciega se escapó el color, ya no me &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oca ahora más el sol, cada lat&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do dice aun, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;te amo.&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/5772522963336072484-3165050971653900643?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3165050971653900643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/s-e-t-e-ol-vi-do-que-yo-sin-ti-no-puedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3165050971653900643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3165050971653900643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/s-e-t-e-ol-vi-do-que-yo-sin-ti-no-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7yduJqX4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/s-WU99g_fAw/s72-c/DSC00514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2286816386698883313</id><published>2009-02-20T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:55:40.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7SbcU5y4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/EOOtAjHLyQg/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7SbcU5y4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/EOOtAjHLyQg/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304908779991190402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunos deseos no cambian lo real o lo que se siente en malos tiempos; Pero el es mio,&lt;span style="font-family: impact;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;SI EL ES MIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;all the time&lt;/u&gt; y me dejaré llevar por mi amor. Mi amor,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: impact; font-size: 180%;"&gt;la vida es un poco loca&lt;/span&gt; pero hay algo que estoy segura y es que soy tu lady &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; baby &lt;em&gt;y te amo ahora y para siempre&lt;/em&gt;. Estoy segura que encontre al &lt;span style="font-family: impact;"&gt;hombre de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;, he llegado tan lejos que llegué para quedarme porque mi amor, sin tí no podré ir muy lej&lt;strong&gt;os&lt;/strong&gt; ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-2286816386698883313?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2286816386698883313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/algunos-deseos-no-cambian-lo-real-o-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2286816386698883313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2286816386698883313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/algunos-deseos-no-cambian-lo-real-o-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7SbcU5y4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/EOOtAjHLyQg/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6415465115471895628</id><published>2009-02-20T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:50:01.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7QwS597CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zzftEICeMuU/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7QwS597CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zzftEICeMuU/s400/DSC01011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304906939216292898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;Contempla la página en blanco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;antes que abras la ventana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;y dejes que el sol ilumine las palabras que no puedes encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;Buscas algo en la distancia y esta tan cerca de ti, que casi puedes sentirlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;libera tus innovaciones&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Siente la lluvia en tu piel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadie más puede sentirlo por ti&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;solo tú puedes dejarlo entrar&lt;/em&gt; nadie más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nadie más puede decir las palabras que están en tus labios &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enriquecete con las palabras que no has dicho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Vive siempre tu vida con los brazos abiertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el resto aún no esta escrito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejo la rutina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a veces mis intentos rompen las reglas &lt;div align="center"&gt;Hemos sido condicionados a no cometer errores, &lt;strong&gt;pero yo no puedo vivir de esa manera&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;busco algo &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;en la distancia&lt;/span&gt; pero lo siento tan cerca, casi puedo sentirlo.&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/5772522963336072484-6415465115471895628?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6415465115471895628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/contempla-la-pagina-en-blanco-antes-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6415465115471895628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6415465115471895628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/contempla-la-pagina-en-blanco-antes-que.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7QwS597CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zzftEICeMuU/s72-c/DSC01011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2982747982255496979</id><published>2009-02-20T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:44:42.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7PyDUBiwI/AAAAAAAAAco/bNkmszUQK2M/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7PyDUBiwI/AAAAAAAAAco/bNkmszUQK2M/s400/DSC01004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304905869878725378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;entre tu y yo yo no sé que pasó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(243, 50, 185);"&gt;sólo sé que algo siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;mirame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;des&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;pre&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;cu&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;pa&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;yo &lt;em&gt;a tí&lt;/em&gt; no te miento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;a tus deseos &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;le voy a dar play -&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/5772522963336072484-2982747982255496979?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2982747982255496979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/entre-tu-y-yo-yo-no-se-que-paso-solo-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2982747982255496979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2982747982255496979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/entre-tu-y-yo-yo-no-se-que-paso-solo-se.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7PyDUBiwI/AAAAAAAAAco/bNkmszUQK2M/s72-c/DSC01004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-6871032255526115789</id><published>2009-02-20T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:33:52.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7NCaEsKVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/XaWjk-n8UHQ/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7NCaEsKVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/XaWjk-n8UHQ/s400/DSC00993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304902852331448658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(245, 112, 199);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;fue&lt;/u&gt; bueno &lt;u&gt;verte&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;de&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;nuevo&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(245, 112, 199);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;no debió haber pasado nunca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(245, 112, 199);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt; q&lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;m&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ej&lt;/span&gt;oR&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;te s&lt;/strong&gt;al&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; es p&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;ca&lt;em&gt;r&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(245, 112, 199);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fueron un par de días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(245, 112, 199);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;volvimos a fingir que estabamos felices de desearnos otra vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(245, 112, 199);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Vos siempre &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;estás enamorado&lt;/span&gt; de lo que intentas destruir&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/5772522963336072484-6871032255526115789?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/6871032255526115789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-fue-bueno-verte-de-nuevo-no-debio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6871032255526115789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/6871032255526115789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-fue-bueno-verte-de-nuevo-no-debio.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZ7NCaEsKVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/XaWjk-n8UHQ/s72-c/DSC00993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1110847534566580446</id><published>2009-02-18T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:30:43.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZx8zVKl1JI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WTxSeru15EE/s1600-h/n1411694217_30261454_3856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZx8zVKl1JI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WTxSeru15EE/s400/n1411694217_30261454_3856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304251682432341138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿quien soy o sere? ¿habre cumplido un sueño?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-1110847534566580446?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1110847534566580446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/quien-soy-o-sere-habre-cumplido-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1110847534566580446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1110847534566580446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/quien-soy-o-sere-habre-cumplido-un.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZx8zVKl1JI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WTxSeru15EE/s72-c/n1411694217_30261454_3856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8130966647718692452</id><published>2009-02-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:21:36.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZw6EMmhOcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9YH_XIFKU0A/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZw6EMmhOcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9YH_XIFKU0A/s400/DSC01142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304178304912275906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No hay nada que te pueda decir nada que pueda hacer para hacerte ver lo que significas para mi. Todo el dolor, las lagrimas que llore nunca dijiste adiós y ahora se que lejos te as ido. Lo se, te decepcioné pero ahora no será así en este momento no te iras. Seré todo lo que quieres y tendré &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mi mente&lt;/span&gt; pegada a mi cuerpo porque me dejaste acabada.&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/5772522963336072484-8130966647718692452?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8130966647718692452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-hay-nada-que-te-pueda-decir-nada-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8130966647718692452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8130966647718692452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-hay-nada-que-te-pueda-decir-nada-que.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZw6EMmhOcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9YH_XIFKU0A/s72-c/DSC01142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2145116112945831129</id><published>2009-02-18T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:33:02.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZw3jXD0MgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JI2XFLLoSPI/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZw3jXD0MgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JI2XFLLoSPI/s400/DSC02358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304175541760569858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rompi tus fotos cuando te marchaste de aqui queme tus cartas y no volvi a pensar en ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-2145116112945831129?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2145116112945831129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/rompi-tus-fotos-cuando-te-marchaste-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2145116112945831129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2145116112945831129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/rompi-tus-fotos-cuando-te-marchaste-de.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZw3jXD0MgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/JI2XFLLoSPI/s72-c/DSC02358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-5168113071362880549</id><published>2009-02-17T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:39:43.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZsDufctxQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/P0D-fHj1a48/s1600-h/DSC01717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZsDufctxQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/P0D-fHj1a48/s400/DSC01717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303837083409696002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las amo(L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-5168113071362880549?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/5168113071362880549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/las-amol.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5168113071362880549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5168113071362880549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/las-amol.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZsDufctxQI/AAAAAAAAAcA/P0D-fHj1a48/s72-c/DSC01717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1707863597537823709</id><published>2009-02-13T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:38:14.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZJBygC3ZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z6CewX5jx6Y/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZJBygC3ZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z6CewX5jx6Y/s400/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302505906360212882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La culpa la tiene cupido Por cruzar tus ojos y los mios.La culpa la tiene cupido,Que nos disparo y nos dejo heridos.La culpa es de este amor tan loco,Que me tiene todo roto el coco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.La culpa eres tu eres mi devocion.La culpa es de cupido que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ti me enamoro &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eres el unico en un millon de humano&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/5772522963336072484-1707863597537823709?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1707863597537823709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-culpa-la-tiene-cupido-por-cruzar-tus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1707863597537823709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1707863597537823709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-culpa-la-tiene-cupido-por-cruzar-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZJBygC3ZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z6CewX5jx6Y/s72-c/DSC01025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-353010179393293006</id><published>2009-02-13T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:23:54.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZHKLelFyI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vbOwl623S7A/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZHKLelFyI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vbOwl623S7A/s400/DSC02055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302503851480651554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; quiero que quede claro que te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; pocos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que te espero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ia loc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dio bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ojalá te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;sient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e riendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;jalá te vea entendiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;es mi alma quien reclama porque ya te quiere acà.&lt;/span&gt;&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/5772522963336072484-353010179393293006?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/353010179393293006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-quiero-que-quede-claro-que-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/353010179393293006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/353010179393293006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-quiero-que-quede-claro-que-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZHKLelFyI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vbOwl623S7A/s72-c/DSC02055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-7455424554320873312</id><published>2009-02-13T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:20:51.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZGDR9Tm8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/g2AiMoI5Gdw/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZGDR9Tm8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/g2AiMoI5Gdw/s400/DSC02110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302502633449429954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No quiero llorar por ti hace rato te perdi, ni cuando cierro mis ojos siempre amor estas aqui.Cada lugar que recorro tiene contigo que ver, &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;a cada paso hay testigos de ese amor que se nos fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Dije adios fue el final nada quedo entre los dos solo el sol, nuestro sol y el dolor y este adios.Y te vas y me voy y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nadie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dijo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perdon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;lloras tu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lloro yo&lt;/span&gt; nuestro sol se apago.No puedo seguir asi ya se que no volveras, es inutil tu recuerdo no debo mirar atras.Pero en los atardeceres apenas la luz se ve, imagino que te acercas y todo vuelve a empezar.&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/5772522963336072484-7455424554320873312?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/7455424554320873312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-quiero-llorar-por-ti-hace-rato-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7455424554320873312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7455424554320873312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-quiero-llorar-por-ti-hace-rato-te.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZGDR9Tm8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/g2AiMoI5Gdw/s72-c/DSC02110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2705968404660501672</id><published>2009-02-13T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:15:04.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZEDLFoCsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZtTD_kyGUWY/s1600-h/DSC01972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZEDLFoCsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZtTD_kyGUWY/s400/DSC01972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302500432582019778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Y EL VERDADERO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A.M.O.R&lt;/span&gt; ESPERA Añoró todos nuestros días.Y el verdadero amor cautiva,Nuestros besos y caricias--&lt;i&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;la&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;nt&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e n&lt;/span&gt;o m&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e d&lt;/span&gt;ej&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; va&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt;s...)&lt;/i&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/5772522963336072484-2705968404660501672?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2705968404660501672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-el-verdadero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2705968404660501672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2705968404660501672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-el-verdadero.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZEDLFoCsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZtTD_kyGUWY/s72-c/DSC01972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-9182255779552313495</id><published>2009-02-13T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:26:20.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZBXrmexVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pDNf9i6vv98/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZBXrmexVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pDNf9i6vv98/s400/DSC01922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302497486372259154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero emborrachar mi corazón para apagar un loco amor,quemas que amor es un sufrir&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:y aqui vengo para eso,a borrar antiguos besos en los besos de otra boca....Si su amor fue flor de un dia.Por qué causa es siempre mia esta cruel preocupación? Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar para borrar mi obstinación...Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;mas lo vuelvo a recordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!Nostalgias de escuchar su risa loca y sentir junto a mi boca, como un fuego, su respiración.Angustia de sentirme abandonada,de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;pensar que otra, a sulado., pronto le hablara de a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;or&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;u&gt;Hermano, yo no quiero reb&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ja&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;r&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;me,ni pedirle, ni llorarle,ni decirle que no quiero mas vivir&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Desde mi triste soledad veré caer las rosas muertas de mi juventud. Gime, bandoneón, tu tango gris;quizas a ti te hiera igual algun amor sentimental...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Llora mi alma de fan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oche&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,sola y triste en esta noche,noche negra y sin estrellas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Si las c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;pas trae&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; consu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;lo,aqui e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;oy con mi desvelo para ahogarlo de una v&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;z.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quiero emborrachar mi corazón para después poder brindar por los&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;f&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;racasos de un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;mor.&lt;/u&gt;&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/5772522963336072484-9182255779552313495?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/9182255779552313495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-emborrachar-mi-corazon-para.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/9182255779552313495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/9182255779552313495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-emborrachar-mi-corazon-para.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZZBXrmexVI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pDNf9i6vv98/s72-c/DSC01922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1381103068521029344</id><published>2009-02-12T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:27:32.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZS9fOZS-4I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EpijTsEdoVI/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZS9fOZS-4I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EpijTsEdoVI/s400/DSC01569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302071005459708802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Llevo escamas tuyas en mi piel&lt;/span&gt; Y un mapa de chismes dichos al oído Mis pupilas guardan del ayer Sonrisas vagas de un hermoso caos No  se amagaba atardecer Pasemos juntos a otro lado Puede que siempre salga con la mía Eso no se discute acá Hazme feliz esta noche como sea Que empecemos desde abajo, Empecemos… El tipo de la camisa hawaiana Estoy seguro que anda en algo Porta una sonrisa muy sponsoreada Pero te da  frases hechas Me presenta una oportunidad Y fue así como nos encontramos Imagina que un rato atrás Éramos dos desangelados Hoy quiero actuar como ese malcriado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Por favor no creas que existe una palabra Que te de solo, a lo que vos queres de mi&lt;br /&gt;Y que al decirla me condicione. Puede ser que siempre salga con la mía Eso no se discute acá&lt;br /&gt;Porque vamos a jugar lo que nos queda Vamos a jugar.&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/5772522963336072484-1381103068521029344?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1381103068521029344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/llevo-escamas-tuyas-en-mi-piel-y-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1381103068521029344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1381103068521029344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/llevo-escamas-tuyas-en-mi-piel-y-un.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZS9fOZS-4I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EpijTsEdoVI/s72-c/DSC01569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8049253860584662739</id><published>2009-02-11T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:38:51.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZM3L34rCRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SIqujzrxjvI/s1600-h/DSC02050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZM3L34rCRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SIqujzrxjvI/s400/DSC02050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641863464945938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Considero que el estado mejor o ideal de una persona (al menos para mi) es estar enamorado/a.&lt;br /&gt;Me han dicho alguna vez que soy una enamorada del amor, y si, estoy de acuerdo, debo serlo, ya que no concibo la vida sin amor y me refiero a estar enamorada, no al concepto general de amor, que claro está, también es importantísimo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo hablo de enamorarse de alguien, de la pasión entre dos, del romance, de todo lo que implica estar enamorados, como ver solo lo que queremos ver de esa persona (como el amor es ciego…).&lt;br /&gt;Es tan lindo estar enamorada… creernos todo lo que nos dice el, esperar ansiosa el momento de verlo, cada ring del teléfono nos desboca el corazón, y verlo… Mi Dios! Es tocar el cielo con las manos!&lt;br /&gt;Besarnos es mezcla de pasión, ternura y desesperación. Tocarnos nos eriza la piel, nos despierta instintos casi animales, (a veces no se si va el "casi") es maravilloso!&lt;br /&gt;Podría definir o explicar mas sobre este sublime sentimiento, pero ya no me acuerdo mucho, o no quiero acordarme, no se.&lt;br /&gt;La rutina! Que bicho tan feo! Que gusano infecto que mata todo eso, que te saca la ceguera y ves a la persona tal cual es, y claro, no es ese que te inventaste!&lt;br /&gt;Y esa persona que casi no conocés no te inspira pasión, ni ternura, solo lo querés, casi como a una amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Pero el deseo de verlo desaparece, las ganas de besarlo…&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay conversaciones estúpidas que te hagan reír como una tarada, ni hablar del deseo sexual, eso se evaporó totalmente…&lt;br /&gt;No se si esto me pasa solamente a mi que soy una tremenda tarada que todavía cree en el amor, en el romanticismo, en los poemas, en las palabras dulces o apasionadas dichas al oído&lt;br /&gt;Y también creo que el amor es una plantita que hay que regar todos los días sinó se muere. Es como alguien dijo; un fuego que si no le ponés unas ramitas frecuentemente se apaga, y lo que dicen de que "donde hubo fuego cenizas quedan", no me lo creo, tengo mis grandes dudas de que esas cenizas (apagadas totalmente) puedan volverse a encender.&lt;br /&gt;Y si es así, que alguien me diga como, me encantaría enamorarme o sentirme enamorada.&lt;br /&gt;Volver a amar a esa persona, sentir las cosas que sentí… como hago? Se puede? Después de un desgaste muy grande de la pareja, se puede revertir eso?&lt;br /&gt;Seguramente sería un trabajo de los dos, pero yo no veo ningún cambio, después que todo cambió para mal, claro.&lt;br /&gt;Dice que me quiere, supongo que le creo, (no veo motivo para mentiras) pero no hace nada de lo que a mi me gustaría para demostrármelo, igual no se, yo lo sigo viendo de la misma manera, la que no me gusta.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría saber que debo cambiar para verlo de otra forma (los anteojos?) bromas aparte, me río de mi misma, quisiera que todo fuera como antes, poder olvidar todas las cosas que nos separaron… que difícil! Alguien tiene una formula o receta o lo que sea para lograr eso?&lt;br /&gt;Es un hecho que cuando estaba con el (el último tiempo) estaba mal, pero también es un hecho que ahora también estoy mal, no se si decir peor…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-8049253860584662739?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8049253860584662739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/considero-que-el-estado-mejor-o-ideal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8049253860584662739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8049253860584662739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/considero-que-el-estado-mejor-o-ideal.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SZM3L34rCRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/SIqujzrxjvI/s72-c/DSC02050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1707068274890209155</id><published>2009-02-08T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:45:42.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY8n4LGN84I/AAAAAAAAAbA/OrhLhdIWC3s/s1600-h/DSC01851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY8n4LGN84I/AAAAAAAAAbA/OrhLhdIWC3s/s400/DSC01851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300499132443390850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La banda&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; satrapeña&lt;/span&gt; ya llego para coparse la cabeza y hoy nos vamos a escabiaar no hay otra igual!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-1707068274890209155?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1707068274890209155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-banda-satrapena-ya-llego-para.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1707068274890209155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1707068274890209155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-banda-satrapena-ya-llego-para.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY8n4LGN84I/AAAAAAAAAbA/OrhLhdIWC3s/s72-c/DSC01851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-5648088239043048318</id><published>2009-02-07T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:40:21.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos que te dan su corazon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY2dSee20LI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G24rEFyKFJY/s1600-h/1226879699457_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY2dSee20LI/AAAAAAAAAa4/G24rEFyKFJY/s400/1226879699457_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300065277230633138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY2dG8vNH_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/D7t6aBEy42A/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY2dG8vNH_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/D7t6aBEy42A/s400/DSC01180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300065079193837554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY2baB14wdI/AAAAAAAAAao/Y45EHydzir0/s1600-h/DSC01092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY2baB14wdI/AAAAAAAAAao/Y45EHydzir0/s400/DSC01092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300063207958299090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SY2alPArgDI/AAAAAAAAAag/ukkcXFTFvj4/s1600-h/n1127036736_30230471_5735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYnJXJygMvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6SY4asfLnDg/s400/DSC01814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298987836180017906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;por el poder de Super amiga yo mis penitas las voy a sicatrizar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!mermelada1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-770655207238186633?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/770655207238186633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-el-poder-de-super-amiga-yo-mis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/770655207238186633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/770655207238186633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-el-poder-de-super-amiga-yo-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYnJXJygMvI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6SY4asfLnDg/s72-c/DSC01814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-4905861298012237332</id><published>2009-02-03T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:54:52.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYjzH_WWIBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_Gs2EWE8I0U/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYjzH_WWIBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_Gs2EWE8I0U/s400/DSC00654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298752280191180818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ven y &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;sana mi dolor&lt;/span&gt;, tienes la cura de este amor hago este llamado, para que tu vuelvas tu &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;no ves que yo estoy sufriendo&lt;/span&gt; es muy dura esta prueba, hay una mujer moribunda aqui dime quien la puede revivir tu tienes la receta, la formula secreta para poner en ritmo mi corazon&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; no existe medicina, doctores ni aspirinas para el dolor que siente mi corazòn&lt;/span&gt; casi no siento mis palpitos al rescate que venga la paramedico necesito que me de un electroshok eee  de tu calor sueños de cariño es lo que me toca quiero que me des respiracion boca a boca y que la camilla sea nuestra camita &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;hay una mujer caida que a ti te necesita&lt;/span&gt; hay mujer (ven aqui rapido, ven aqui rapido) es un llamado de emergencia babe (ven aqui rapido, ven aqui rapido) ven y sana mi dolor, &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;tienes la cura de este amo&lt;/span&gt;r hago este llamado, para que tu vuelvas tu no ves que yo estoy sufriendo es muy dura esta prueba, y abrazame y &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;dime que me amas&lt;/span&gt; abrazame y dime que me amas (quedate) hey, y dale alivio a mi alma &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;inyectame calma&lt;/span&gt; (quedate) que &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;tu no ves que por tu amor yo me muero?&lt;/span&gt; sin ti mi camino se desaparece sin ti las espinas son las que florecen sin ti yo no vivo sin ti no se escribe la historia del amor sin ti mi poema se queda sin versos sin ti no ilumina la estrella en mi universo &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;mis signos vitales van disminuyando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; ven por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5772522963336072484-4905861298012237332?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/4905861298012237332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/ven-y-sana-mi-dolor-tienes-la-cura-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4905861298012237332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4905861298012237332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/ven-y-sana-mi-dolor-tienes-la-cura-de.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYjzH_WWIBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_Gs2EWE8I0U/s72-c/DSC00654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1784231433272602027</id><published>2009-02-03T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:50:44.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYjI6NlIu8I/AAAAAAAAAZg/yLdnZujOknk/s1600-h/1221324297714_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYjI6NlIu8I/AAAAAAAAAZg/yLdnZujOknk/s400/1221324297714_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298705864004778946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;Nunca&lt;/span&gt; veas hacía atrás,” dijimos ¿Cómo iba yo a saber que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;te extrañaría tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Soledad al frente Vacío detrás ¿A donde voy? Y tu no escuchaste Toda mi alegría a través de mis lágrimas Todas mis esperanzas a través de mis miedos ¿Sabías tu que, aun te extraño de alguna manera? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Desde el fondo de mi corazón roto Hay solo una cosa o dos que quisiera que tu supieras Tu fuiste mi primer amor Tu fuiste mi amor verdadero Desde los primeros besos a la última rosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Desde el fondo de mi corazón roto A pesar de que el tiempo pueda encontrar a alguien nuevo Tu eras mi amor verdadero Nunca conocí el amor Hasta que ahí estabas tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Desde el fondo de mi corazón roto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;Nene,” yo dije, “Por favor quédate”. Dale a nuestro amor una oportunidad por un día más Podríamos arreglar las cosas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tomando el tiempo, eso es de lo que se trata el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pero tu pusiste un dardo A través de mis sueños A través de mi corazón Y estoy de regreso en donde comencé&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nunca pensé que terminaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Te prometiste Pero a alguien más Y lo dejaste tan perfectamente claro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aun así desearía que estuvieras aquí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;“Nunca veas hacía atrás,” dijimos ¿Cómo iba yo a saber que te extrañaría tanto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &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/5772522963336072484-1784231433272602027?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1784231433272602027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/nunca-veas-hacia-atras-dijimos-como-iba.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1784231433272602027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1784231433272602027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/nunca-veas-hacia-atras-dijimos-como-iba.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYjI6NlIu8I/AAAAAAAAAZg/yLdnZujOknk/s72-c/1221324297714_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-4017175117641899737</id><published>2009-02-03T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:34:24.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYi3HgQf77I/AAAAAAAAAZY/8Tw1eawNFzc/s1600-h/n1127036736_30125967_3359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYi3HgQf77I/AAAAAAAAAZY/8Tw1eawNFzc/s400/n1127036736_30125967_3359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298686301147492274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hola Luciano, sabes quien soy?. Si, sabes. Soy estefania. Bueno, vamos hacerlo poco cursi, con palabras, claras directas. Te amo, y si es asi, que mas decir, con vos no me voy a guardar las cosas sos mi amigo. Hay veces que me como el garron de no darte un abrazo de estúpida que soy. Aunque tener razonamientos tuyas por tus charlas es como un re "acontecimiento" jaja. Vos sabes Chachi lo que sos para mi, no hace falta esto, o las explicaciones. Sos MI amigo, por siempre para siempre y nadie ni nada nos va a separar, aunque ultimamente te estoy llorando de mas porque siento todo distinto sabes que toda la vida, toda mi vida, vas a ser mi UNICO mejor amigo y esposo y sabes que yo soy tuya nada mas y que nunca nadie me va hacer separar de vos.&lt;br /&gt;te amo&lt;br /&gt;Tu Touths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-4017175117641899737?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/4017175117641899737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/hola-luciano-sabes-quien-soy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4017175117641899737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4017175117641899737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/hola-luciano-sabes-quien-soy.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYi3HgQf77I/AAAAAAAAAZY/8Tw1eawNFzc/s72-c/n1127036736_30125967_3359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-601394608031816944</id><published>2009-02-03T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:15:22.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYij1ksp17I/AAAAAAAAAY4/y9SHgRaHsdA/s1600-h/n42514093100_1317049_88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYij1ksp17I/AAAAAAAAAY4/y9SHgRaHsdA/s400/n42514093100_1317049_88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298665102380750770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tantas bellas palabras que me decias tonta y enamorada que me tenias.Tus caricias vacias me las creiade tus besos y abrazos me derretia.Me engañaste y dejaste, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;lastimaste a mi pobre corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ya no quiero ver tu foto en mi buro&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vete que ya te tengo olvidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; en un cajon. Y todo este tiempo te he mentido pues tus besos no son lo mejor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Me propuse a olvidar y madurar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;volvere a empezar lo voy a lograr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; Te deje en el pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has quedado olvidado corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5772522963336072484-601394608031816944?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/601394608031816944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/tantas-bellas-palabras-que-me-decias.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/601394608031816944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/601394608031816944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/tantas-bellas-palabras-que-me-decias.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYij1ksp17I/AAAAAAAAAY4/y9SHgRaHsdA/s72-c/n42514093100_1317049_88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2542204171658194363</id><published>2009-02-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:26:12.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYiZp3ozmnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FV_Bq8OtdIk/s1600-h/DSC01285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYiZp3ozmnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FV_Bq8OtdIk/s400/DSC01285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298653906190178930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;porque yo estaba aca esperando todo el tiempo y ahora ya sabes  que te perteneces a ti misma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; no a él, no a mi  y me elegiste a mi  gracias&lt;/span&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/5772522963336072484-2542204171658194363?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2542204171658194363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/porque-yo-estaba-aca-esperando-todo-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2542204171658194363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2542204171658194363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/porque-yo-estaba-aca-esperando-todo-el.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYiZp3ozmnI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FV_Bq8OtdIk/s72-c/DSC01285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8939043299570424679</id><published>2009-02-03T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:27:56.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYiX8R4OjpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/X7BkpliGI1Y/s1600-h/DSC01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYiX8R4OjpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/X7BkpliGI1Y/s400/DSC01609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298652023448571538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De vez en cuando, la vida te juega mal y estás colgando de una soga tu chica dice que no te aguanta más y en tu cabeza pasan cosas. Cuando estés triste ponete a pensar que todo esto va a pasar si hoy el día nublado te amaneció mañana el sol podrá brillar. Y este es un juego que sólo hay que jugar te puede ir bien te puede ir mal y lo más grande que te podés llevar es la amistad. Algunas cosas hoy me salieron al revés y nadie me pudo ayudar me boxeo con la vida otra vez ella me trata de noquear de nada sirve que vos te reventés cuando algo no te salga bien tomate un tiempo y pensá con claridad porque la solución en vos está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5772522963336072484-8939043299570424679?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8939043299570424679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-vez-en-cuando-la-vida-te-juega-mal-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8939043299570424679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8939043299570424679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-vez-en-cuando-la-vida-te-juega-mal-y.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYiX8R4OjpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/X7BkpliGI1Y/s72-c/DSC01609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-237174881222854057</id><published>2009-01-31T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:56:20.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYUrWnb-8TI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qM65gQFgOAM/s1600-h/1229091584175_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYUrWnb-8TI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qM65gQFgOAM/s400/1229091584175_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297688204214726962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Considero que el estado mejor o ideal de una persona (al menos para mi) es estar enamorado/a.&lt;br /&gt;Me han dicho alguna vez que soy una enamorada del amor, y si, estoy de acuerdo, debo serlo, ya que no concibo la vida sin amor y me refiero a estar enamorada, no al concepto general de amor, que claro está, también es importantísimo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo hablo de enamorarse de alguien, de la pasión entre dos, del romance, de todo lo que implica estar enamorados, como ver solo lo que queremos ver de esa persona (como el amor es ciego…).&lt;br /&gt;Es tan lindo estar enamorada… creernos todo lo que nos dice el, esperar ansiosa el momento de verlo, cada ring del teléfono nos desboca el corazón, y verlo… Mi Dios! Es tocar el cielo con las manos!&lt;br /&gt;Besarnos es mezcla de pasión, ternura y desesperación. Tocarnos nos eriza la piel, nos despierta instintos casi animales, (a veces no se si va el "casi") es maravilloso!&lt;br /&gt;Podría definir o explicar mas sobre este sublime sentimiento, pero ya no me acuerdo mucho, o no quiero acordarme, no se.&lt;br /&gt;La rutina! Que bicho tan feo! Que gusano infecto que mata todo eso, que te saca la ceguera y ves a la persona tal cual es, y claro, no es ese que te inventaste!&lt;br /&gt;Y esa persona que casi no conocés no te inspira pasión, ni ternura, solo lo querés, casi como a una amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Pero el deseo de verlo desaparece, las ganas de besarlo…&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay conversaciones estúpidas que te hagan reír como una tarada, ni hablar del deseo sexual, eso se evaporó totalmente…&lt;br /&gt;No se si esto me pasa solamente a mi que soy una tremenda tarada que todavía cree en el amor, en el romanticismo, en los poemas, en las palabras dulces o apasionadas dichas al oído&lt;br /&gt;Y también creo que el amor es una plantita que hay que regar todos los días sinó se muere. Es como alguien dijo; un fuego que si no le ponés unas ramitas frecuentemente se apaga, y lo que dicen de que "donde hubo fuego cenizas quedan", no me lo creo, tengo mis grandes dudas de que esas cenizas (apagadas totalmente) puedan volverse a encender.&lt;br /&gt;Y si es así, que alguien me diga como, me encantaría enamorarme o sentirme enamorada.&lt;br /&gt;Volver a amar a esa persona, sentir las cosas que sentí… como hago? Se puede? Después de un desgaste muy grande de la pareja, se puede revertir eso?&lt;br /&gt;Seguramente sería un trabajo de los dos, pero yo no veo ningún cambio, después que todo cambió para mal, claro.&lt;br /&gt;Dice que me quiere, supongo que le creo, (no veo motivo para mentiras) pero no hace nada de lo que a mi me gustaría para demostrármelo, igual no se, yo lo sigo viendo de la misma manera, la que no me gusta.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría saber que debo cambiar para verlo de otra forma (los anteojos?) bromas aparte, me río de mi misma, quisiera que todo fuera como antes, poder olvidar todas las cosas que nos separaron… que difícil! Alguien tiene una formula o receta o lo que sea para lograr eso?&lt;br /&gt;Es un hecho que cuando estaba con el (el último tiempo) estaba mal, pero también es un hecho que ahora también estoy mal, no se si decir peor…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-237174881222854057?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/237174881222854057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/considero-que-el-estado-mejor-o-ideal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/237174881222854057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/237174881222854057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/considero-que-el-estado-mejor-o-ideal.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYUrWnb-8TI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qM65gQFgOAM/s72-c/1229091584175_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1504729242836092471</id><published>2009-01-31T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:51:34.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYTVJ3kiI6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/mUc3aKwV9uU/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYTVJ3kiI6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/mUc3aKwV9uU/s400/DSC01003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297593427207267234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE TE OLVIDO QUE YO SIN TI NO PUEDO RESPIRAR, SE TE OLVIDO QUE EL CIELO SE CAE A CACHOS SI NO ESTAS, SE TE OLVIDO QUE SIENTO EN MI INTERIOR UN ECO QUE NO PUEDE HABLAR, SE TE OLVIDO QUE SI ME DEJAS YA NO PUEDO ANDAR, SE TE OLVIDO QUE YO SIN TI YA NO QUIERO MAS, SE TE OLVIDO QUE AHORA SIN TU AMOR MI VIDA SE EMPEZO APAGAR, SE TE OLVIDO DECIRME COMO TE PODRE OLVIDAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-1504729242836092471?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1504729242836092471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-te-olvido-que-yo-sin-ti-no-puedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1504729242836092471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1504729242836092471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-te-olvido-que-yo-sin-ti-no-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYTVJ3kiI6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/mUc3aKwV9uU/s72-c/DSC01003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-681819504086041163</id><published>2009-01-31T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:26:56.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYTPxEyAVFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/AaGg38827c8/s1600-h/DSC01603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYTPxEyAVFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/AaGg38827c8/s400/DSC01603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297587503698564178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa una semana, pasan dos. Pasan tres, y vos, como una enferma, sentada. Haciendole un tipo de ritual al celular, para que el imbecil de tu enamorado-que por cierto, te tiene con la cabeza volada en cualquier lugar, y no da señales de vida- te llame. Como una pelotuda, te creas la pantallita feliz de que debe estar estudiando para levantar las notas bajas, porque ensima de colgado, infeliz, tambien burro. Y te pones a pensar, porque no me enamore de uno mejor?. Y para convencerte de que todavia va a llamar, y hacerte la cabeza, decis que nadie elige de quien enamorarse. Para colmo, no caes de la nube de Valencia, y seguis diciendo que te va a llamar. ¿ Pero que sos boluda? ¿ No tenes nada en la cabeza?. No te das cuenta que hay un millon de persona, y te vas afijar en EL, justo en el. El peor en el grupo, vos: la mayor tarada-por enamorarte obvio- lo viste y dijiste, el es para mi. Te acercaste como gatita en celo, y le hablaste muy sensual, que no sirvio para nada, porque por dos semanas te llamaba todos los días haciendo el papel de pelotudo enamorado, y para que?. Si duro una semana, y se borró por tres más. Y vos de pelotuda, te haces la cabeza, lloras, de las dos semanas, tres. Salis a bailar con tus amigas, y un flaco tiene la campera de él, y te largas a llorar -siempre con mariconeadas, y todo porque te hace sufrir-. Tus amigas te acompañan a tu casa, y te pones a ver television, y capaz que ves Bob Esponja, y te pones a llorar, como una boluda- de vuelta- . Toda esa reflexion la hiciste en un dia, un día sentada al frente del celular, pensando que va a llamar, se hace de noche... Y NADA. Llega el otro dia, miras el celular, y AL FIN, un msj. No pensas que es de el, pero lo lees igual. Y si, es de el, y sabes que dice?. SI! escusas baratas, porque son todos iguales, y ya te la veias venir. Que decia en el msj: "Hola, perdón que me colgue, vos sabes que yo te quiero todavia" (no alcanza un msj) y te llega el seguno "Hoy salimos a previa, y si queres venis a casa". Lo primero que pensas es en decir que no, pero despues. te pones a pensar las cosas lindas que harian, y como pelotuda- que lo estas siendo muy seguido- Le repondes, que hoy no podes (tratando de hacerte la mala eh) pero que mañana a la mañana, te toque el portero asi se ven en la plaza horrible de a la vuelta de su casa, le decis que vaya EN PUNTO. Al otro día-en la hora que acordaron- en punto, estas hay sentada. NO HABIA NADIE EN LA PLAZA, esperas, se pasa una hora, decis que hasta media hora mas lo esperas, se se cumple ese horario, y decis que hasta las 18.1 lo esperas, pero te pones histeruca. Y NO VIENE, ELMUY HIJO DE PUTA TE DEJO PLANTADA. Y ahi decis, entre lágrimas, no viene. Me dejo, no me quiere ver más. Y te pones a pensar, si llamo a las chicas, y le digo que salgamos a pasear, y las llamas, te dicen que si. Y las pasas a buscar, termina el dia, y resumins que habia pasado, empezo medio mal, porque el tremendo pelotudo,te dejo, totalmente como un Árbol plantado en medio de la vereda . Pero termino totalmente bien, no solo estaban tus amifas, si no todas esas persona a quien tanto amas y te complementan de todas formas. Y te diste cuenta, para que sirven los hombres, si te hacen sufrir, prefiero cambiar las horas que estaria con un hombre, para pasarla con todas esas que me complementan...MIS AMIGAS&lt;br /&gt;¡BASTA DE SUFRIR POR ALGUIEN QUE NO SE LO MERECE, HAY UN MILLÓN MÁS ESPERANDOTE AHÍ AFUERA, LAS COSAS VIENEN CUANDO TIENEN QUE VENIR, TIEMPO AL TIEMPO, HAY QUE DISFRUTAR DE CADA COSA QUE TENÉS, APROVECHAR LOS MOMENTOS, Y SI VIENE UNA OPORTUNIDAD, ANALIZARLA Y SI TE CONVIENE APROVECHARLA, Y SI NO, DEJARLA PASAR. TUS AMIGAS ESTÁN PARA TODO, UN HOMBRE, CAPAZ QUE TE DEJA TIRADA, CAPAZ NO, PERO TENES TODA UNA VIDA PARA ENCONTRARLO, NO IMPORTA CUANTO, SIEMPRE QUE TE HAGA FELIZ, NO HAY TIEMPO NI LUGAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE SE VAYAN TODOS A CAGAAAAAAAAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-681819504086041163?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/681819504086041163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/pasa-una-semana-pasan-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/681819504086041163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/681819504086041163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/pasa-una-semana-pasan-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYTPxEyAVFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/AaGg38827c8/s72-c/DSC01603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2783283382363233388</id><published>2009-01-31T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:43:33.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYSMHKpm2sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HXMCUjRQvuE/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYSMHKpm2sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HXMCUjRQvuE/s400/DSC01012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297513116440386242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No se como explicar como me siento, no puedo parar mis lagrimas, el me dijo adiós un dia, no puedo tampoco creer que tantas cosas que pasamos juntos, hermosos momentos, tantos recuerdos, se hayan ido así nada mas, porque??? No lo puedo entender aunque trato no puedo hacerlo, me duele tanto que no lo quiero aceptar, no lo quiero creer, &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;no lo quiero odiar&lt;/span&gt;, pero es que confié tanto en el, puse casi toda mi vida en sus manos, se que el quiere hacer las cosas bien, se que el también sufrio en esos momentos, no tanto como yo, se que el me amo, me amo muchísimo, se que nadie es indispensable en mi vida, tengo que ser fuerte,  pero solo de pensar que aquellos momentos no se volverán a repetir, siento como si me asfixiaran, no puedo respirar!!!!!!, el me dijo que debería quemar todo lo que el me dio, claro que no lo voy a hacer, si es parte de mi vida, parte de mi, de la primera persona que me enamore, que en realidad ame con todo mi corazón, le deseo lo mejor de todo, que sea muy feliz, &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;el no quiso lastimarme&lt;/span&gt;, se que el habia cambiado lo podía ver en sus ojos, lo ultimo que me dijo fue:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;" fuiste la única persona que en realidad me amo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,en el camino y yo hice lo mismo, con lagrimas en los ojos queriendo correr de ahí, pero a la misma ves volver hacia el y abrazarlo , poderle decir cuanto lo ame, lo que fue para mi en verdad, pero no, camine y camine llorando, queriendo voltear atrás, pero para que hacerme mas daño, le prometí no hablarle &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; buscarlo, le di mi palabra y el no decía nada, me suplico que no lo odiara, y no lo haré, dicen que del amor al odio ahí un solo paso pero yo no quiero que sea así, porque convertir el sentimiento mas hermoso que es el amor al sentimiento mas vil que es el odio, lo quiero recordar bien, con buenos recuerdos, &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;me enseño mucho&lt;/span&gt;, también me dio las gracias por todo lo que le enseñe, al igual el me enseño mucho,a veces tenemos que sacrificar cosas, el me dijo que si yo era para el de alguna forma dios nos uniría de nuevo y si no &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;el se encargara de que sea feliz&lt;/span&gt;, que no se preocuparía por eso. Ahora yo tengo que ser fuerte, pero &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jamás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lo olvidare, el fue una de las personas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt; importantes para mi, lo recordare, y ese lugar en mi corazón que el tiene ahí estará, no se cuanto tiempo, y por ultima vez quiero escribir estas palabras hacia el, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ gracias por averme amado tanto, cuidarme tanto, enseñarme tanto, por escucharme y por ser como eres, porque solo contigo yo podia ser la verdadera Estefania, sin fingir, sintiendo que había alguien que me aceptaba y me amaba tal y como soy, que no me juzgaba, siempre me escuchaba, me apoyaba y estaba ahí siempre que lo necesitaba, que se aferro a mi, que lucho por mi en todo momento, defendiéndome de todo, gracias por todo y recuerda que siempre estas aquí presente, que hubo alguien que te amo, confió en ti siempre. Siempre estarás en mi corazón, y tendrás a una amiga aquí para ti, y por ultima vez quiero decir con todas las fuerzas de mi alma, que te ame pero todo se termino, hoy hay una persona especial en mi vida que tal vez me ame como yo te ame a vos, gracias igual por todo el tiempo que duro.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estefanía&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-2783283382363233388?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2783283382363233388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-se-como-explicar-como-me-siento-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2783283382363233388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2783283382363233388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-se-como-explicar-como-me-siento-no.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYSMHKpm2sI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HXMCUjRQvuE/s72-c/DSC01012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3003637911213092781</id><published>2009-01-31T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:33:36.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYSKDpOeZtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/F5qmawuyvlo/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYSKDpOeZtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/F5qmawuyvlo/s400/DSC01000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297510856905352914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;El, quizas la cara que no puedo olvidar.Quizas mi tesoro o el precio que tengo que pagar.El puede ser el espejo de mis sueños.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;El, quizas el amor que no puede durar&lt;/span&gt;.El, quizas la razon de que sobreviva,.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;El porque&lt;/span&gt; la razon de que yo viva,el que cuidare por los años esperos y lisos.Yo, tomare su risas y sus lagrimas Y las hare todas mis recuerdos,Para cuando el se vaya, yo pueda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;existir&lt;/span&gt;.El &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;significado&lt;/span&gt; de mi vida es... el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-3003637911213092781?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3003637911213092781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-quizas-la-cara-que-no-puedo-olvidar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3003637911213092781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3003637911213092781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-quizas-la-cara-que-no-puedo-olvidar.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYSKDpOeZtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/F5qmawuyvlo/s72-c/DSC01000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-7658037895377069793</id><published>2009-01-30T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:58:27.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYOtOzYJ7lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fs170_wI5DU/s1600-h/n1204667115_311188_3800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYOtOzYJ7lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fs170_wI5DU/s400/n1204667115_311188_3800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297268056539131474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando a veces un solo abrazo te hace feliz, cuando una sola palabra &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;de esa persona&lt;/span&gt; que tanto queres te toca el punto debil que andas esquivando hace tiempo, cuando descubris algo que te alcanza a completar el espacio incompleto y sentis la sensacion de estar ahora si: completo, cuando te das cuenta que una cancion te explica todo, cuando reaccionas de que lo que vale la pena &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;lo tenes&lt;/span&gt; al lado todos los dias, cuando los recuerdos &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;no te interesan mas&lt;/span&gt; por solo saber que por algo son llamados Recuerdos, cuando encontras brazos nuevos que te muestran cosas nuevas y que abrazan de otra manera, cuando sabes que sos capaz de reir hasta llorar y llorar hasta lograr reir, cuando encontras lagrimas semejantes, cuando encontras &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;eso&lt;/span&gt; que habias perdido, o eso que simplemente no encontraste nunca, cuando respiras el aire que tenias muchas ganas de respirar, cuando andas por el camino que te tenias prometido hace mucho, cuando sonreis sin sentido, o mas bien cuando sonreis porque tenes porque sonreir, cuando no tenes nocion del tiempo y aun asi sabiendolo no te importa, cuando cada tanto te dan ganas de escuchar la palabra justa de la persona indicada, cuando una nota musical te recuerda a un momento y la melodia se encarga de hacer un revuelo en tu panza, cuando alguien que creiste perdido &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;vuelve a aparecer&lt;/span&gt;, cuando presenciaste todo el crecimiento de algo y te da felicidad observar lo nuevo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;, cuando descubris las cosas maravillosas que tiene cada persona que te sigue, y cuando diferencias a esas personas por sus mejores aspectos y no por sus peores razgos, cuando &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;empezas a extrañar&lt;/span&gt;, cuando&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; ansiás el olvido,&lt;/span&gt; cuando te sorprende que sea ésa la boca que te dice la posta, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;cuando decis : "quiero vivir feliz.. pero con vos&lt;/span&gt;, con vos, con vos, con vos, con ella, con el, con vos, y tambien con vos, por supuesto con vos tambien", cuando pedis encontrar la salida y te das cuenta de que tenias la puerta abierta atras tuyo (solo habia que darse vuelta), cuando te da lastima la pérdida de tiempo, cuando te alegra saber que estas mas preparado que otros, cuando estas escuchando la Intro de la paternal y te dan ganas de llorar y gritar y bailar, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;cuando queres pedir perdon&lt;/span&gt; y hasta que no lo pedis no te soportas a vos mismo, cuando caes de que la mentira no perjudica a mas nadie que al mentiroso, cuando pedis ayuda y la encontras donde menos lo esperas, cuando descubris la magia que todos tienen adentro suyo y te pone &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt;, cuando salis a caminar a la noche y nadie te jode y podes pensar mucho tiempo todo el tiempo que tenes ganas hasta que te canses, cuando te sentis orgulloso de vos mismo por darte el lujo de entregarte caerte y volverte a levantar, cuando &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;amas sin pedir nada&lt;/span&gt;, cuando un amigo te canta: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"no llores por quien no te ama, ama a quien llora por tí"&lt;/span&gt;, cuando ese amigo te cuenta y &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;te llora tu misma histori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;, cuando no te quedan consejos para darle porque &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; calma la amargura, cuando te emocionas con las cosas nuevas que queres aprender y hasta que no te superas a vos mismo no paras, cuando te exaltas pensando en algo que está por ocurrir, cuando queres&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; volver atras&lt;/span&gt; para revivir un momento especial, cuando sin querer te acordas de algo zarpado que hacia mucho que &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;no te hacia bien pensarlo&lt;/span&gt;, cuando recordas tus actos de caridad y tus actos de maldad y te sentis bien con vos misma, cuando plantas de lo bueno y ansias saber que vas a poder cosechar.. esta vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me inspire un poco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-7658037895377069793?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/7658037895377069793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuando-veces-un-solo-abrazo-te-hace.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7658037895377069793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/7658037895377069793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuando-veces-un-solo-abrazo-te-hace.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYOtOzYJ7lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fs170_wI5DU/s72-c/n1204667115_311188_3800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-4601256339492770361</id><published>2009-01-30T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:02:36.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNZYcyrt3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/QTFL6PB_39g/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNZYcyrt3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/QTFL6PB_39g/s400/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297175863298340722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nombre: el que más va conmigo y el más lindo: &lt;em&gt;Estefania&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nick: el de ahora ? "Quisiera una ultima despedida&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Fecha de nacimiento: &lt;em&gt;14/01/93&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apodos: &lt;em&gt;Toti, Totòto, Estefi, bla bla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mascotas: &lt;em&gt;Mi perro hijo Gracko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Color de ojos: &lt;em&gt;Marrón oscuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Color de pelo: &lt;em&gt;Castaño oscuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Piercings?: Si señor&lt;br /&gt;-¿Tatuajes?: &lt;em&gt;No señor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lugar de nacimiento: &lt;em&gt;Bahía Blanca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lugar de residencia: &lt;em&gt;Casa (?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Día Festivo favorito: &lt;em&gt;Mi cumpleaños &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Día de la semana favorito: &lt;em&gt;Viernes y Sábados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Has hecho el ridículo?: &lt;em&gt;PFFFFFFFFFFFF &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Libro que estas leyendo?: &lt;em&gt;Ninguno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Deporte para mirar por TV: &lt;em&gt;JUGADORES DE FÚTBOL baba, pero me aburre mirar deportes por tele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Cual es tu color favorito?: &lt;em&gt;Rojo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bebida favorita: &lt;em&gt;Paso de los Toros &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peor canción: &lt;em&gt;Pobre Diabla- Don Omar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Alguna vez estuviste preso por un crimen?: &lt;em&gt;Lo estaría si tuviera un poquito más de coraje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Un regalo:&lt;em&gt; Ropa, Plata y una buena tanga JAJAJAJAJA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Tu número preferido?: &lt;em&gt;14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Qué haces con más frecuencia cuando estas aburrido?: Juego con Gracko&lt;br /&gt;-¿Palabras o frases que usas demasiado?: ¿Que me estas diciendo?&lt;br /&gt;-Hora de dormir: &lt;em&gt;cualquiera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lo peor: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que no tengan originalidad, que me aconsejen cuando no lo pido, que no tengan valor de hablar de frente, que no tengan códigos entre amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lo mejor: &lt;em&gt;Músicaaaa papi y los mejores amigos que son los que tengo y una familia unida, un morocho con buenos tubos, a re. (lo demás se puede arreglar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Estas enamorado/a? : &lt;em&gt;AJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJ que es amor ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Una cosa que te gusta hacer cuando estas triste: &lt;em&gt;llorar y que me abracen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Una cosa que te gusta hacer: &lt;em&gt;juntarme con amigos, salir a bailar, pileta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Una cosa que te atraiga mucho del sexo opuesto: &lt;em&gt;El Perfume BABA y los abdominales, que se vista bien, &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;QUE SEPA BAILAR&lt;/span&gt; y que le guste el rock and Roll,  y que podamos hablar de &lt;strong&gt;cualquier&lt;/strong&gt; cosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-La persona más simpática: &lt;em&gt;Orne, Sofi, Chacho, Flor&lt;/em&gt;,Jula&lt;br /&gt;-La persona más buena: &lt;em&gt;Ro Merida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Te has enamorado de algún amigo/a?: De una amiga AAJAJAJAJ, le tube &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;altas ganas&lt;/span&gt; nada mas&lt;br /&gt;-Un sueño: &lt;em&gt;Casarme con Lucas, viajar por todo el mundo, saber muchos idiomas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Te gustaría tener hijos?: &lt;em&gt;si, la parejita y ahí tomó pastillas eternamente :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Crees que existe una amor para toda la vida?: &lt;em&gt;si, pero es difícil encontrarlo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Crees en el amor por Chat: &lt;em&gt;Nooooooooo.&lt;/em&gt; para nada che!&lt;br /&gt;-Estación del año preferida: &lt;em&gt;primavera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Como piensas que es tu vida?: &lt;em&gt;Un poca loca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;-Lo mas dulce que has hecho por amor: &lt;em&gt;Esperar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Nombre varón:&lt;em&gt; Benjamin y Ciro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Nombre de mujer: Helena&lt;br /&gt;-Una canción: Ella se arrebata bata bata bata jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;-Temas lentos o movidos?: &lt;em&gt;sssssoy más fiestera que no se que :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Un grupo de música: &lt;em&gt;no podría elegir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Como eres: &lt;em&gt;Locaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Un perfume: &lt;em&gt;212 sexy women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Algo que te guste mucho?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mi blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Un juego: Secuestrador en Serie!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Sos miedoso/a?: &lt;em&gt;si, a las arañas y a lo que no conozco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Noche ideal: &lt;em&gt;Salida con amigos, caminar un poco, mi casa con todos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Qué te gusaría estar haciendo ahora?: &lt;em&gt;estar en la pileta con mis mejores amigos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Un video de música: &lt;em&gt;LoveSong- The Cure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Una película: Diario de una pasion, Pecado Original, La llamada, bla bla&lt;br /&gt;-Defectos?: &lt;em&gt;sensible, impaciente, orgullosa, celosa y no me puedo quedar callada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Virtudes?: &lt;em&gt;Soy muy buena en la cama : a re, alegre, comprensiva y compañera (L)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Algo que te cueste decir?: &lt;em&gt;Te extraño&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lugar ideal para vivir: &lt;em&gt;Paris mi amooooooor(LL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Canción que estas escuchando en este momento: &lt;em&gt;Se te olvido- Kalimba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Si estuvieras en una isla desierta que 3 cosas llevarias: &lt;em&gt;un buen sacacorcho, un matafuegos y una funda para camara ,chistecito!jaja :&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;comida, las personas que más quiero y mi ropaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-¿De que color es tu cepillo de dientes?: Platiado y Violeta.DD&lt;br /&gt;-Lugar para que te besen: &lt;em&gt;Y los labios y el cuello y bueno la cli... jajajaque asco chistecito!eso no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bebida Alcohólica: &lt;em&gt;New Age (L(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Flor: J&lt;em&gt;azmín&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Qué tienes puesto en este momento?:Musculosa, Maya, y nada mas&lt;br /&gt;-Lugar para ir de vacaciones: &lt;em&gt;Monte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Has perdido un amigo y los extrañas ?: A Flor y si es por pelearse si fuera mi amigo nos habríamos arreglado&lt;br /&gt;-hermanos?:Hermano(18años)maldito&lt;br /&gt;-qué te gustaría que pase este año?:No repetir, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;que me de bola&lt;/span&gt;, y abrasar mucho a chacho&lt;br /&gt;-en caso extremo, a quien salvarías, tu novio/a o tu mejor amigo/a?: Mejor amig@ papi&lt;br /&gt;-algo que haces siempre?: &lt;em&gt;Reirmeeeeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-un deseo : &lt;em&gt;Dejar de creeeeeeeeeeecer :'( No llevarme ninguna materia, Que mi papá ponga una pile en casa, ser eternos, poder arreglar a Rosita :(, Poder dejar de comerme las uñas, una cintura más chiquita, que salga harry potter rápido, una noche íntima con Martin Duprat!!!!!!!BABABABABBA a re, no el último nojajajajajajaja. Tengo muchísimos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-4601256339492770361?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/4601256339492770361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/nombre-el-que-mas-va-conmigo-y-el-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4601256339492770361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4601256339492770361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/nombre-el-que-mas-va-conmigo-y-el-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNZYcyrt3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/QTFL6PB_39g/s72-c/DSC00385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-4790755612963882437</id><published>2009-01-30T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:46:14.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNXl7_G3eI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/O7J3YZ9j6-0/s1600-h/1219501449869_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNXl7_G3eI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/O7J3YZ9j6-0/s400/1219501449869_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297173895986994658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNXTkVOX4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/xRTIBi3tE-c/s1600-h/1219501449869_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNXTkVOX4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/xRTIBi3tE-c/s400/1219501449869_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297173580399665026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu mama debe ser pastelera para hacer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, sos un bombon. ¿Como tu mama te dejo ir? ¿Porque? ¿Como pudo equivocarse? Debio guardaet en el colchon, sos un bombon. Se transforma el aire con tu pulso, es tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; super &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;natu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sos un bombon. Me dejas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; respiracion, sos un bombon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mi&lt;/span&gt; corazon &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;late&lt;/span&gt; por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;vos&lt;/span&gt;, bombon bombon. Regalame un poco de ritmo, regalame un poco de encanto, regalame un poco de onda, regalame un poco de dulzura, sos un bombon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sos muy dulce bombon&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/5772522963336072484-4790755612963882437?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/4790755612963882437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/tu-mama-debe-ser-pastelera-para-hacer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4790755612963882437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/4790755612963882437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/tu-mama-debe-ser-pastelera-para-hacer.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNXl7_G3eI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/O7J3YZ9j6-0/s72-c/1219501449869_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8077755889563819137</id><published>2009-01-30T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:29:11.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNW8hyg5XI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7bQOQJWGdz0/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNW8hyg5XI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7bQOQJWGdz0/s400/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297173184580216178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pre&lt;strong&gt;ferim&lt;/strong&gt;os &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;molestar &lt;/span&gt;con l&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;verd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;compl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acer&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;/span&gt;adulaciones&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Si lo&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt; que &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hablan &lt;em&gt;mal de&lt;/em&gt; nosotras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sup&lt;em&gt;ie&lt;/em&gt;ran &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exact&lt;/strong&gt;amen&lt;strong&gt;te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lo que&lt;/span&gt; p&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; d&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;os&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;hablarían aún peor&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/5772522963336072484-8077755889563819137?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8077755889563819137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-ferim-os-molestar-con-l-verd-ad-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8077755889563819137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8077755889563819137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-ferim-os-molestar-con-l-verd-ad-que.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNW8hyg5XI/AAAAAAAAAXA/7bQOQJWGdz0/s72-c/DSC01019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-546979380881858492</id><published>2009-01-30T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:28:51.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNUdJoc9iI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-2NhAzReIXs/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNUdJoc9iI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-2NhAzReIXs/s400/DSC00981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297170446496364066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el verano trajo luces sobre el mar y entendí que hay mil maneras de dar. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Aunque &lt;s&gt;no te haya hecho bien &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;a mi manera&lt;/span&gt; te amé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. No soy la tipa que &lt;strong&gt;parezco&lt;/strong&gt; ser, no soy la tipa que tú &lt;strong&gt;crees &lt;/strong&gt;ver, sé que no es fácil &lt;u&gt;para&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;mi&lt;/u&gt; ser yo. &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;No hay una sola razón para sufrir&lt;/span&gt;, las cosas siguen su curso como el rin. &lt;em&gt;El rio no tiene fin&lt;/em&gt;, sigue su vida en el mar y hoy estas radiante como Nueva York &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;y yo estoy pensando en otro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-546979380881858492?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/546979380881858492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/y-el-verano-trajo-luces-sobre-el-mar-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/546979380881858492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/546979380881858492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/y-el-verano-trajo-luces-sobre-el-mar-y.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYNUdJoc9iI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-2NhAzReIXs/s72-c/DSC00981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-427842617182133764</id><published>2009-01-28T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:08:58.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYDlBslMPoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/o2ViOk3cQm4/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYDlBslMPoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/o2ViOk3cQm4/s400/DSC01196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296484979097484930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conmigo nada es facil ya debes saber me conoces bien, ya vere que hacer conmigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-427842617182133764?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/427842617182133764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/conmigo-nada-es-facil-ya-debes-saber-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/427842617182133764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/427842617182133764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/conmigo-nada-es-facil-ya-debes-saber-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYDlBslMPoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/o2ViOk3cQm4/s72-c/DSC01196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3811716014461011642</id><published>2009-01-28T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:14:17.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYCf76sgOrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lLH1mmsKIcU/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYCf76sgOrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lLH1mmsKIcU/s400/DSC01284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296409013504719538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sin decirme nada, sin decir porque, sin una coartada o una explicación, sin una mentira escrita en un papel, sin las cursilerias típicas del caso, sin decirme nada, sin decir porque se fue, y&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; yo pensando en él como si fuese único&lt;/span&gt;, aferrada a su ausencia como si fuese sólido, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;pidiendole a la vida que quizas la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;, lo devuelva buscando algun beso mágico.&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/5772522963336072484-3811716014461011642?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3811716014461011642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/sin-decirme-nada-sin-decir-porque-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3811716014461011642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3811716014461011642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/sin-decirme-nada-sin-decir-porque-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYCf76sgOrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lLH1mmsKIcU/s72-c/DSC01284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-2839965399014929549</id><published>2009-01-28T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:07:31.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYCdxFbTltI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MvrrrAki7_M/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYCdxFbTltI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MvrrrAki7_M/s400/DSC00654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296406628383561426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomaste mi mano, me enseñaste cómo Me prometiste que te quedarías cerca mío. Esta bien. Tome tus palabras Y te creí en cada cosa que me decías. Sí, es verdad. Si alguien me hubiera dicho que en tres meses te habrias ido Me hubiera levantado y les hubiera pegado diciendo que estaban equivocados. Yo sé mejor, que dijiste "por siempre" y "para siempre" quién me lo hubiera dicho. Recuerda cuando eramos asi de tontos tan convencidos y tan geniales. Desaria poder, tenerte así de nuevo. Desearía poder, todavía decirte amigo. Daría todo. Cuando alguien me dice "contá tus bendiciones ahora". Por su larga partida. Supongo que no supe cómo me habia equivocado. Ellos sabían mas que yo, aunque habías dicho "por siempre" y "para siempre". Quien hubiera sabido. Te mantengo en mi cabeza,hasta que me encuentres de nuevo. Y no te voy a olvidar, mi amigo. Que nos paso? Si alguien me hubiera dicho que en tres meses te habrias ido. Me hubiera levantado y les hubiera pegado diciendo que estaban equivocados. Ese ultimo beso, lo apreciaré. hasta que me vuelvas a encontrar. Y el tiempo, te lo hace mas difícil Deseo que puedas recordar. Pero  me mantengo en&lt;br /&gt;tu memoria, ya sé. Me visitas cuando duermo Mi cariño&lt;br /&gt;Quien sabia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-2839965399014929549?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/2839965399014929549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomaste-mi-mano-me-ensenaste-como-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2839965399014929549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/2839965399014929549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomaste-mi-mano-me-ensenaste-como-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SYCdxFbTltI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MvrrrAki7_M/s72-c/DSC00654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-5289722581193898943</id><published>2009-01-27T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:34:05.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-z_DK-URI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2vxVMQeS1pk/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-z_DK-URI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2vxVMQeS1pk/s400/DSC01116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296149582575456530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese minuto mas solo un minuto mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-5289722581193898943?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/5289722581193898943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/ese-minuto-mas-solo-un-minuto-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5289722581193898943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/5289722581193898943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/ese-minuto-mas-solo-un-minuto-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-z_DK-URI/AAAAAAAAAWI/2vxVMQeS1pk/s72-c/DSC01116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-8077433668745448340</id><published>2009-01-27T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:14:07.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-xTfEfi2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/iN7rZYRAEnM/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-xTfEfi2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/iN7rZYRAEnM/s400/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296146635126967138" 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/5772522963336072484-8077433668745448340?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/8077433668745448340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8077433668745448340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/8077433668745448340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-xTfEfi2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/iN7rZYRAEnM/s72-c/DSC01019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-3158257038588315743</id><published>2009-01-27T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:10:39.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-vPszKwfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/43xg4rkt1bw/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-vPszKwfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/43xg4rkt1bw/s400/DSC01009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144371069665778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando las cosas salen como no las espero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5772522963336072484-3158257038588315743?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/3158257038588315743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuando-las-cosas-salen-como-no-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3158257038588315743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/3158257038588315743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuando-las-cosas-salen-como-no-las.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-vPszKwfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/43xg4rkt1bw/s72-c/DSC01009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772522963336072484.post-1109928575325570458</id><published>2009-01-27T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:55:29.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-q8eGjxGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fYNf4p6YTXU/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-q8eGjxGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fYNf4p6YTXU/s400/DSC01018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296139642660439138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Yo te prefiero fuera de foco inalcanzable. Yo te prefiero irreversible casi intocable. Tus ropas caen lentamente soy una espia, una espectador y el ventilador desgarrandote sé que te excita pensar hasta donde llegaré. Es difícil de creer creo que nunca lo podré saber sólo así yo te veré a través de mi persiana americana. Es una condena agradable el instante previo es como un desgaste una necesidad más que un deseo. Estamos al borde de la cornisa casi a punto de caer no sientes miedo sigues sonriendo  sé que te excita pensar hasta donde llegaré. Es difícil de creer creo que nunca lo podré saber sólo así yo te veré a través de mi persiana americana Lo que pueda suceder no gastes fuerzas para comprender sólo así yo te veré a través de mi persiana americana&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/5772522963336072484-1109928575325570458?l=untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/feeds/1109928575325570458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-te-prefiero-fuera-de-foco.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1109928575325570458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772522963336072484/posts/default/1109928575325570458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untropezonnoes-caida.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-te-prefiero-fuera-de-foco.html' title=''/><author><name>pop-estefanía</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751690443501949991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SF6ObW7vALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmpcU1VhS2I/S220/gfhjfgj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOJVJpIcftg/SX-q8eGjxGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/fYNf4p6YTXU/s72-c/DSC01018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
