<?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-7327979840799531656</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:50:13.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loquero</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-7740453734121556005</id><published>2009-02-17T09:20:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:20:42.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te voy a decir la verdad,te quiero cerca,te quiero aca, te quiero respirando en mi oido, pidiendome palabras dulces, prometo tener millones, las mejores, no existe una que vaya en contra tuyo, son solo las mas lindas, solo las que se adaptan a tu forma, la perfecta, las que recorran tus piernas seran suaves, livianas, y se quedaran alli para que puedas lucirlas con orgullo, ese que jamas nadie te hizo sentir, ese que tengo guardado para esta ocasion especial, ese que se mantuvo detenido pero que me golpea el pecho desde el momento que te conoci. El resto se desplazara por tu cuerpo, esa figura que forma mi espiritu y que me produce las sensaciones mejor sentidas del universo, seran unicas, irrepetibles, incomparables y confortantes, querras mas y mas y ahi estare para llenarte nuevamente, desde hoy soy esclavo de mis palabras y mis actos solo van a quedar en tu recuerdo gracias a ellas, y a tu hermosa calidez que no hace mas que llenarme de ganas de decirte que te quiero.-&lt;/em&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/7327979840799531656-7740453734121556005?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/7740453734121556005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=7740453734121556005' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/7740453734121556005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/7740453734121556005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-voy-decir-la-verdadte-quiero-cercate_6887.html' title=''/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-5089101153420466823</id><published>2009-02-07T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:30:37.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>showmeshowmeshowmeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Muéstrame como haces ese truco,El que me hace gritar" ella dijo."El que me hace gritar" ella dijo,Y puso sus brazos alrededor de mi cuello"Muéstrame cómo lo haces y te prometo,Te prometo que me escaparé contigo,Me escaparé contigo".Girando en esa vertiginosa orilla,Besé su rostro y besé su cabeza.Y soñé con todas las diferentes maneras que teníaDe hacerla brillar"¿Por qué estás tan lejos?" dijo ella,"¿Por qué nunca sabrás que estoy enamorado de tí?¿Que estoy enamorado de ti?".Tú, Suave y ÚnicaTú, Perdida y SolitariaTú, Extraña como los ángeles.Bailando en los más profundos océanos,Girando en el agua,Eres igual a un sueño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-5089101153420466823?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/5089101153420466823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=5089101153420466823' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5089101153420466823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5089101153420466823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2009/02/showmeshowmeshowmeee.html' title='showmeshowmeshowmeee'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-7908156684602775120</id><published>2008-10-26T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:45:47.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la salvacion,la compulsion sera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-7908156684602775120?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/7908156684602775120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=7908156684602775120' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/7908156684602775120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/7908156684602775120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-salvacionla-compulsion-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-216590164644233600</id><published>2008-08-31T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:24:29.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tú decides por mí. Acaricias mi contorno, subes por mi pecho, acaricias con violencia mi cuello como si fueras a estrangularme, pero para sorpresa de nadie me quitas el aire de una forma totalmente distinta. Por fin. Me queman los labios, absórbemelos, quítamelos, y luego devuélvemelos para que te los pueda volver a regalar. Arráncame la lengua, así, justo así, sáltate todas las reglas, la naturaleza no las necesita. Me quema la lengua, joder. Quiero más, quiero conocerte por dentro y no tengo una vía más cercana que tu boca, siento tu aliento y me meto en ella, durante un segundo entero pero no más, estoy toda yo dentro de ti, tu boca me invade y quiero que me mastiques fuerte, trágame para que pueda ser parte tuya. Obligo a mis manos a parar de temblar, no recuerdan, encuentran demasiado y se quedan inertes y expectantes. Tu cara. Necesito tocar tu cara. Si tu piel fuera más suave me deslizaría por ella, escarbo con mis uñas y encuentro mi propia piel. Más fuerte, abrázame más fuerte. Parece que estemos conectados de alguna forma porque tus brazos presionan mi espalda hacía tu pecho. Ya está, es demasiado tarde. Me rompes el sostén, qué me importa, te escondes entre mis pechos que respiran más que mi boca, en un momento de placer que me enloquece me pregunto si me puede dar un ataque al corazón. Eres mío. Te quito el cinturón, has crecido. Mientras mis manos se pierden en tu bragueta, las tuyas intentan buscar tesoros escondidos en mi espalda, que se arquea a tu cuerpo porque no pretendo ni por un segundo alejarme de ti. Rómpeme las bragas, te suplico, y me obedeces mirándome de esa forma, oh sí, esa forma que podría matarme en cualquier otro lugar excepto éste, en cualquier otro momento excepto éste. Puedo notarte a través de tus calzoncillos cuando te abalanzas sobre mí, te noto como nunca te he notado, me impresionas de tal manera que no tengo que dar la orden en mi cerebro para quitártelos. Si en este momento pudiera describir tu cuerpo me llenaría de miradas que se asombran, de jadeos y gritos, de montañas, de curiosidad, del deseo más astronómico que he conocido en mi vida. Te quiero aquí y ahora, en esta misma cama, pero también podría desearte en lo alto del vertedero más sucio de todo el planeta. Dios, si continuas lamiéndome de esa manera me voy a desintegrar, si sigues empujando voy a crear llamas a mi alrededor, si sigues esculpiendo tu cuerpo contra el mío nos quedaremos unidos para siempre. Sigue, pienso, y tú sigues, más fuerte, más rápido, más enloquecido, más devoto. Soy tuyo, me dices, y siento que es verdad. Te quiero, me dices, te quiero, te digo. Todo sigue, no quiero que pare, nunca, empuja, maltrátame mientras yo te araño la espalda, recorre con tu cuerpo cada línea que aún no has tocado, exprime tu alma dentro de mí, agárrate fuerte, me corro, no puedo más, pierdo la conciencia durante un segundo en el que te veo claramente. Estas sentado en el banco de la estación, me esperas, me aproximo a ti con ganas, con miedo, con una gravedad que no me tira hacía abajo, me tira hacía ti. Me has estado esperando mucho tiempo, dices, yo sólo sonrío y te miro, y ya es demasiado tarde, formas parte de mí. Sólo dura un segundo, pero mi corazón lo acepta, conocimiento que nos cambia y explota, calentándolo todo, lo veo todo rojo, subo al pico de la montaña más alta, quiero que dure más pero se acaba, aunque a partir de ahora nada termina, sólo ha sido el comienzo, ese gran Big Bang personal que nos cambia para siempre, el primer día de nuestras vidas. Quiero más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-216590164644233600?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/216590164644233600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=216590164644233600' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/216590164644233600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/216590164644233600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/08/t-decides-por-m.html' title=''/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-6802792234862934652</id><published>2008-08-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:32:18.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMVy3cMmWh8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMVy3cMmWh8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es mi espacio y pongo lo que yo quiero,tambien ando en skate,y me golpeo y tambien me levanto.chau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-6802792234862934652?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/6802792234862934652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=6802792234862934652' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/6802792234862934652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/6802792234862934652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/08/es-mi-espacio-y-pongo-lo-que-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-1932404073135328017</id><published>2008-08-14T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:23:59.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NECESITO UNA BOLSA PARA PODER CARGAR MI VICIOS,DESEPCIONES Y DEVILIDAD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NECESITO UNA BOLSA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNA BOLSA GRANDE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PARA PONER TODO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LO QUE NO PUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; DARTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NECESITO,TE NECESITO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-1932404073135328017?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/1932404073135328017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=1932404073135328017' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/1932404073135328017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/1932404073135328017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-3375178639727321769</id><published>2008-08-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:05:01.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camion</title><content type='html'>.&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;, me dijiste que soy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;un abismo de silencio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Será, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;porque vos no escuchás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;yo grito por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-3375178639727321769?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/3375178639727321769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=3375178639727321769' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/3375178639727321769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/3375178639727321769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/08/camion.html' title='camion'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-5075919184814135494</id><published>2008-08-07T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:59:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xH9y8iygrn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xH9y8iygrn4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es un tema de velvet underground cantado por nico que esta hermoso.dura dos minutos asique no la ratees y miralo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-5075919184814135494?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/5075919184814135494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=5075919184814135494' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5075919184814135494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5075919184814135494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-hours.html' title='after hours'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-4458915298154019437</id><published>2008-07-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:42:15.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;pre dragover="true"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando la rutina aprieta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y las ambiciones están por los suelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y el resentimiento cabalga fuerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las emociones no crecen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y al cambiar nuestros caminos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomamos carreteras diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El amor, el amor nos destrozará otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;¿Por qué la cama está tan fría&lt;br /&gt;en el lado en el que tú estás?&lt;br /&gt;¿Soy yo el que no está a la altura?&lt;br /&gt;¿Hemos perdido el respeto mutuo?&lt;br /&gt;Todavía queda algo de atracción,&lt;br /&gt;que hemos mantenido a lo largo de nuestras vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;¿Gritas todos mis errores&lt;br /&gt;cuando estás durmiendo?&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un sabor amargo en la boca.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras la desesperación aguanta.&lt;br /&gt;¿Es eso algo bueno?&lt;br /&gt;¿No podrá funcionar nunca más?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el amor,… el amor nos destrozará otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Amor. El amor nos destrozará otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7327979840799531656-4458915298154019437?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/4458915298154019437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=4458915298154019437' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/4458915298154019437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/4458915298154019437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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diario a la esquina."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;julio cortazar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe style="display: block;" id="richeditorframe"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mi escritor favorito esta vez con palabras claras y directas,como si ubiera sido totalmente aproposito que ese libro llegue a mis manos en una etapa de tristeza,y exactamente en la segunda hoja se encuentran esas palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_section_end 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title='destino'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/SI3pevbmnUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-mbGAnqFlto/s72-c/corta33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-2545245743438669098</id><published>2008-07-21T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:09:32.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;es algo que poco a poco te arranca los pelos y uñas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;con el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maximo sufrimiento posible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;,algo que se mete desde tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;como una enorme garra de dedos sucios que queman y gozan del horrendo dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;de desterrarte de tu corazon y organos vitales ,incluyendo los mas profundos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentimientos de esperanza y felicidad&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' 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title=''/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-15080211666658370</id><published>2008-06-24T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:37:47.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bomba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mire por la ventana,me sentia solo de nuevo,busque por un agujero que irradiaba luz,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;senti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;los latidos llamarme y abrigarme,quize pensar que me encontraria pero sabia con certeza que no estaba bien,quizimos probar la calma pero la angustia me oprimia por las venas y salia al exterior en forma de gotas de transpiracion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recomendaste salir a pasear,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;recordar&lt;/span&gt; las epocas de sonrisas interminables y buscar dentro de las sorpresas la motivacion,pero aun asi el amor no llego a ninguna parte,aun asi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;volvio a explotar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mi universo,tu estrella se rompio en mil pedazos sobre mi y segui mi propio rumbo sin recuperar la calma,otra vez el amor irrumpio en mi intranquilidad sin lograr &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;nada&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/7327979840799531656-15080211666658370?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/15080211666658370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=15080211666658370' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/15080211666658370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/15080211666658370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/06/mire-por-la-ventaname-sentia-solo-de.html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212887606453195138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&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;nunca quize en todos estos años sentirme como me siento hoy,y que el amor arrojado a este se lugar se haya resquebrajado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y aunque estes cerca solo es necesidad de pena y distancia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;todos los calores ,las noches de verano quedaran guardados.&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/7327979840799531656-2887281123421002671?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/2887281123421002671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=2887281123421002671' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/2887281123421002671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/2887281123421002671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/06/viejas-esperanzas.html' title='viejas esperanzas'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/SFflqLSt0YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/mI7nTAzH_Y8/s72-c/IMG_1877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-3031672953596876689</id><published>2008-06-15T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:36:13.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;A gatas ve... no puede oír,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Camina con las manos... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no puede respirar)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Sin respirar, se niega a hablar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Y vive en un pasado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Y mirar a través de un vidrio opaco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Y descifrar...cada baldosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Para avanzar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cada paso cuesta tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(no para de llorar)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;y las manos lastimadas...&lt;br /&gt;ah ja! No es bueno estar tan solo,&lt;br /&gt;a respirar siempre ese mismo aire,&lt;br /&gt;cada paso duele tanto,&lt;br /&gt;y las puertas se están cerrando&lt;br /&gt;ni la luz lo ayuda a encontrar la paz.&lt;br /&gt;Al revés... buscando una salida...&lt;br /&gt;Escondió su vida,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando renacer...&lt;br /&gt;Y al revisar su plan gastado&lt;br /&gt;De las esperanza se olvidó&lt;br /&gt;Y avanzado paso a paso su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Abandonó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levitando... en el trayecto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Y despertando en otro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Otro aire, otra visión...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Y el espacio tan ansiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Finalmente apareció!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Levitar entre las nubes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;dejarse llevar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;no escapar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;el tiempo ya no juega en contra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;nada que esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;A gatas ve, no puede oír,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Camina con las manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Sin respirar, no puede hablar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Y muere en un pasado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Recordar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;El tiempo que perdimos juntos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Recordar.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-3031672953596876689?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/3031672953596876689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=3031672953596876689' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/3031672953596876689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/3031672953596876689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/06/gatas-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-5386662333226915688</id><published>2008-06-15T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:45:10.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la orquidea blanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3547TZfdVoc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3547TZfdVoc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "... las guitarras lo ven y lloran de emoción, de alegría..."  el solo del final es hermoso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-5386662333226915688?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/5386662333226915688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=5386662333226915688' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5386662333226915688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5386662333226915688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-orquidea-blanca.html' title='la orquidea blanca'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-8635871379672057818</id><published>2008-03-01T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:01:52.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuidado</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;con &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuidado&lt;/span&gt;, mejor soñar con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PRECAUCION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;con &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuidado&lt;/span&gt;, mejor sentir con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PRECAUCION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;con &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuidado&lt;/span&gt;, mejor volar con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PRECAUCION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;con&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cuidado&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;CAIDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;puede ser debastadora&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-8635871379672057818?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/8635871379672057818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=8635871379672057818' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/8635871379672057818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/8635871379672057818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/03/cuidado.html' title='cuidado'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-8499874599387175398</id><published>2008-03-01T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:27:59.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuidado</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con cuidado, mejor soñar con&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PRECAUCION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con cuidado, mejor sentir con&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PRECAUCION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con cuidado, mejor volar con&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PRECAUCION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... la caida es dolorosa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-8499874599387175398?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/8499874599387175398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=8499874599387175398' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/8499874599387175398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/8499874599387175398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/03/cuidado_01.html' title='cuidado'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-9132588833522741970</id><published>2008-02-19T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:31:09.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;mala idea la de vivir al limite de las cosas,sabiendo que quizas sea mas probable perderlas que seguir teniendolas,mala idea porque despues el que sufre es el que se aferro rapidamente y sabiendo pero no pensando las consecuencias.&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/7327979840799531656-9132588833522741970?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/9132588833522741970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=9132588833522741970' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/9132588833522741970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/9132588833522741970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/02/conclusion.html' title='conclusion'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-7457586218817420666</id><published>2008-02-12T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T03:38:35.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mientras me sigas hablando&lt;br /&gt;tus palabras calmaran&lt;br /&gt;mis heridas sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;que reclaman LIBERTAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo no quiero ir a tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;mi dolor no puede mas,&lt;br /&gt;solo canto sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;algo que sabemos nunca pasara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos a dejarnos&lt;br /&gt;que estamos viendo como el viento se volo&lt;br /&gt;todo eso que construi&lt;br /&gt;sin un gramo de tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a esa le puse acordes,a veces las cosas llegan de mejor manera o transmiten mas sentimientos si la persona que las dice les pone el sentimiento verdadero,yo interprete que recitar un texto en forma de estrofas tiene mas sentimiento si lo hago a mi manera,con acordes de guitarra ,bajo y una bateria,es una buena forma de expresarse,a traves de un microfono,es recomendable ,y sino solos en sus casas como lo hago desde hace mucho tiempo tambien)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-7457586218817420666?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/7457586218817420666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=7457586218817420666' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/7457586218817420666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/7457586218817420666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/02/mientras-me-sigas-hablando-tus-palabras.html' title=''/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-4286092939086312889</id><published>2008-02-10T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:56:01.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>te arrepiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/47QmywZXgCw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/47QmywZXgCw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy subo este video de massacre,la cancion se llama te arrepiento y trata sobre las relaciones entre dos personas,que al desgastarse y no encontrar soluciones para sus problemas deciden dejarse,pero como en cada relacion alguien sale mas lastimado que el otro y siente la necesidad de estar cerca de la persona,hermosa cancion,gran grupo,demasiados sentimientos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-4286092939086312889?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/4286092939086312889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=4286092939086312889' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/4286092939086312889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/4286092939086312889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/02/te-arrepiento.html' title='te arrepiento'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-5809735242526908079</id><published>2008-02-09T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:02:17.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>afirmacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&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;llegue a la dolorosa conclucion de que la palabra zorra resalta perfectamente tu belleza interior,y me dio escalofrios&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-5809735242526908079?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/5809735242526908079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=5809735242526908079' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5809735242526908079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5809735242526908079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/02/afirmacion.html' title='afirmacion'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-5556292884614835872</id><published>2008-02-08T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:54:40.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>every you every me - placebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=431d095"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=431d095" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="366" height="75"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-5556292884614835872?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/5556292884614835872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7327979840799531656&amp;postID=5556292884614835872' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5556292884614835872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7327979840799531656/posts/default/5556292884614835872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/2008/02/every-you-every-me-placebo.html' title='every you every me - placebo'/><author><name>deardeardear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204366763308332312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-689994625110899406</id><published>2008-02-08T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:41:19.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la inundacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;como si fuera el fondo del oceano me sumergiste en profundidades extrañas,encendiste una llama en mi para evitar congelarme,una llama que fuiste  tanto vos como el gigantesco oceano(muchas veces lleno de mentiras) incapaz de apagar, y que de a poco se consume mis partes, muero por saber cuanto tiempo me queda o verla apagarse con la llegada de un fuego mayor, o quizas solo me saquen del fondo del oceano hacia la superficie y se alejen con esa briza del mar que todo se lleva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(son textos que gusten o no me sirven esas noches que me siento triste y nose de que forma sacar me de encima ese feo sentimiento,escribo,con eso basta para ahuyentarla por unos ratos, perdon por las faltas de ortografia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7327979840799531656-689994625110899406?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-7536797478066480087</id><published>2008-02-07T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:28:46.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>habia una vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me contaron que detras de esos arboles estan las verdaderas nubes,y el cielo es perfecto,solamente algunos(los pocos que saben de su existencia,porque la mayoria piensa que es una gran mentira pra distraernos) logran atravesar el bosque de fracasos,tragedias,mentiras o frustraciones que que se encuentran como unico obstaculo hacia la felicidad,porque nada llega de la nada sino es con el esfuerzo,muchos quedan estancados en su propia depresion y no pueden salir ,otros estan quizas a un paso de completar el camino,pero temen saber que la vida perfecta sea la verdadera y deciden volver como si en vez de arboles hermosos estuvieran ante bichos gigantes y hambrientos, otros pasan el resto de su vida pensando en el plan de como pasar el peligroso bosque , pero no se dan cuenta que se atraviesa sin darnos cuenta y tratando de sufrir lo menos posible,y cuando les llega la hora de abandonar el mundo ni siquiera lo han intentado,supongo que del otro lado de este bosque las cosas se ven mejor,asique me dejo de escribir y voy a seguir caminando,todavia no alcanzo a ver ni un milimetro de arbol a lo lejos y el cielo aun sigue nublado,&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/7327979840799531656-7536797478066480087?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WZNJBIu-_-w/R6ntfUswhdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBMLolHHT9U/S220/2230158905_ca7d1d7291.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7327979840799531656.post-6770747241196494317</id><published>2008-02-06T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:08:06.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;Desde cuando mi piel acepta tus inyecciones de hipocresia&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&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/7327979840799531656-6770747241196494317?l=boulala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boulala.blogspot.com/feeds/6770747241196494317/comments/default' title='Enviar 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