<?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-5465882907468633229</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:13:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'>DAMN YOUS A SEXY BITCH, DAMN GIRL</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>583</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3373744575936990934</id><published>2010-06-16T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:05:13.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si sabes que te van a atacar mejor atacar antes ¿No? El que pega  primero pega dos veces. Si ves venir la piña, mejor anticiparse ¿No? Si  sabes que te quieren meter en cana ¿No es mejor escapar? ¿No dicen que  si rajas servís para otra guerra? Si sabes que te van a cortar el  rostro, mejor ni tirarse a la pileta ¿No? Si sabes que te van a decir  que no ¿Para qué preguntar? Pero ¿Y si te equivocas y te retiras de la  cancha pero tenías muchas chances para ganar? ¿Y si atacas antes de que  te ataquen pero en realidad nadie te iba a atacar? ¿Si te escapas de  gusto porque nadie te iba a encerrar en ningún lado? ¿Y si vos decís que  no antes de que te corten el rostro pero en realidad el otro quería  decir si? ¿Y si dejas antes de que te dejen para no sufrir? Y resulta  que no te iban a dejar. Cuando me la veo venir, cuando siento que se  viene la guillotina, yo no soy de las que pone la cara para el  cachetazo. Es muy cobarde, ya sé. Pero es tan grande el dolor cuando te  dejan que mejor dejar antes de ser dejado.&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/5465882907468633229-3373744575936990934?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3373744575936990934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3373744575936990934' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3373744575936990934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3373744575936990934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-sabes-que-te-van-atacar-mejor-atacar.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-2103599844614300239</id><published>2010-06-16T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:53:46.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A veces siento cosas que no son verdad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;el miedo de olvidarte me hace despertar&lt;/span&gt;. Y quiero recordarte tal como te ví, sonriéndome a lo lejos cuando me despedí. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dónde estás? dónde fue? dónde el beso se hizo sal? dónde el sueño hace mal y no tenerte es mortal? dónde estás amor, amor? dónde no estás amor, amor? donde estés te buscaré&lt;/span&gt;. En un lugar del mundo te voy a encontrar, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;será para los dos no dejes de soñar&lt;/span&gt;, y si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por fin me olvidas o tal vez no estás&lt;/span&gt; me pasaré la vida, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;volviéndote a inventar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&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/5465882907468633229-2103599844614300239?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2103599844614300239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=2103599844614300239' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2103599844614300239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2103599844614300239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/veces-siento-cosas-que-no-son-verdad-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7530188948010528693</id><published>2010-06-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:47:01.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si no venís conmigo no podré seguir&lt;/span&gt;, ahora que estoy sola y no encuentro una razón para vivir. Y al intentar respirar, no hay en el aire libertad. Te pido que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me acompañes&lt;/span&gt; a cambiar de aire,  a ver el cielo y el mar, te pido que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no te entregue&lt;/span&gt;s, cortemos las redes que no nos dejan volar, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;si te quedaras conmigo tendrás un camino con luz al final.&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/5465882907468633229-7530188948010528693?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7530188948010528693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7530188948010528693' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7530188948010528693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7530188948010528693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-no-venis-conmigo-no-podre-seguir.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1607641553047986701</id><published>2010-06-16T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:41:43.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmKJbhP-LI/AAAAAAAABbg/dQYIJmC6szo/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+061-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmKJbhP-LI/AAAAAAAABbg/dQYIJmC6szo/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+061-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483565915910961330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy buscándome, intento comprender, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no dejo de llorar, no paro de volver&lt;/span&gt;. No volveré a perderte y si te encuentro, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no volveré a dejarte nunca tan lejos&lt;/span&gt;, y si otra vez me quedo sola y te vas y al fin te pierdo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;no me dejes la llave de tus recuerdos&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1607641553047986701?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1607641553047986701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1607641553047986701' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1607641553047986701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1607641553047986701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-voy-buscandome-intento-comprender-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmKJbhP-LI/AAAAAAAABbg/dQYIJmC6szo/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+061-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7295270826337733897</id><published>2010-06-16T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:30:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmIfL4OodI/AAAAAAAABbY/1v-HX-lpyXs/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+047-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmIfL4OodI/AAAAAAAABbY/1v-HX-lpyXs/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+047-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483564090646241746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Yo pense que iba  a llorar por ti, que va ni una  lagrima, tu recuerdo se borro de mi, y ya se que no volvera, por que  me siento mejor sin ti desde que te marchaste, que yo no voy a llorar  por ti TE VAS A JODER A OTRA PARTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-7295270826337733897?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7295270826337733897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7295270826337733897' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7295270826337733897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7295270826337733897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/yo-pense-que-iba-llorar-por-ti-que-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmIfL4OodI/AAAAAAAABbY/1v-HX-lpyXs/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+047-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3440634588139142389</id><published>2010-06-16T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:27:27.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmHrnsZL-I/AAAAAAAABbQ/PLr19A0rwz4/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+346-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmHrnsZL-I/AAAAAAAABbQ/PLr19A0rwz4/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+346-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483563204759597026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Espero que todo te valla bien, ya que &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lo nuestro  termino&lt;/span&gt;. Espero que siempre te encuentres bien, que nunca olvides que  yo todavía te quiero aunque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no te espero&lt;/span&gt;. Siendote sincera me hiciste  falta amor, pero con el tiempo eh logrado salir y te quiero decir que  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ahora me encuentro bien .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-3440634588139142389?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3440634588139142389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3440634588139142389' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3440634588139142389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3440634588139142389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/espero-que-todo-te-valla-bien-ya-que-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmHrnsZL-I/AAAAAAAABbQ/PLr19A0rwz4/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+346-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-785413827385238848</id><published>2010-06-16T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:24:47.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmG2G7dq-I/AAAAAAAABbI/f-Dvuc8dApY/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+332-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmG2G7dq-I/AAAAAAAABbI/f-Dvuc8dApY/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+332-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483562285431368674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Uno no sabe lo que tiene hasta que lo pierde&lt;/span&gt;,  que se va volar despues tu sientes que lo extrañas y lo añoras &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero ya  no esta&lt;/span&gt;. Y ahí notaste que no todo era color de rosa como pensaste  cuando tomaste la decisión en dar la vuelta, abandonarme y dejarme sola y  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aunque te ame lo supere&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-785413827385238848?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/785413827385238848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=785413827385238848' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/785413827385238848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/785413827385238848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/uno-no-sabe-lo-que-tiene-hasta-que-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmG2G7dq-I/AAAAAAAABbI/f-Dvuc8dApY/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+332-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-5962155070275503094</id><published>2010-06-16T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:20:28.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmGJ3sJbvI/AAAAAAAABbA/tPNWSpw61Ao/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+261-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmGJ3sJbvI/AAAAAAAABbA/tPNWSpw61Ao/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+261-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483561525426351858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;La verdad que te deseo lo mejor para ti, y al  final espero que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu y ella sean feliz&lt;/span&gt;. Y yo sé aceptar la realidad que  tu estas con ella, no se que voy hacer pero seguiré. Pensando en mí,  olvidándome de ti, yo sé que aunque tú estés con ella,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; tú me sientes a  mí profundamente en tu piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-5962155070275503094?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5962155070275503094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=5962155070275503094' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5962155070275503094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5962155070275503094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-verdad-que-te-deseo-lo-mejor-para-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/TBmGJ3sJbvI/AAAAAAAABbA/tPNWSpw61Ao/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+261-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3089559221548635691</id><published>2010-03-24T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:06:58.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qpGufeGBI/AAAAAAAABa4/Uyg-QiuU4Ms/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+103-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qpGufeGBI/AAAAAAAABa4/Uyg-QiuU4Ms/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+103-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452356231909742610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qpGIfmNnI/AAAAAAAABaw/Sf-pSq7k2os/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qpGIfmNnI/AAAAAAAABaw/Sf-pSq7k2os/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452356221709727346" 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/5465882907468633229-3089559221548635691?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3089559221548635691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3089559221548635691' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3089559221548635691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3089559221548635691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_6529.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qpGufeGBI/AAAAAAAABa4/Uyg-QiuU4Ms/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+103-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-724423342909013532</id><published>2010-03-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:02:55.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qoDePSnmI/AAAAAAAABao/U1QITyheV4s/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+152-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qoDePSnmI/AAAAAAAABao/U1QITyheV4s/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+152-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452355076495679074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="profile_name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mis amigas dicen que no es para mi que le gustan  todas y me va hacer sufrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-724423342909013532?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/724423342909013532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=724423342909013532' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/724423342909013532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/724423342909013532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/mis-amigas-dicen-que-no-es-para-mi-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qoDePSnmI/AAAAAAAABao/U1QITyheV4s/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+152-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3419025818982282498</id><published>2010-03-24T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:57:21.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6ql2Bk2uBI/AAAAAAAABag/wZgjOBRsDAQ/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+077-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6ql2Bk2uBI/AAAAAAAABag/wZgjOBRsDAQ/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+077-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452352646439942162" 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="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;vamos a escaparnos, fugarnos, solamente los dos&lt;/span&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/5465882907468633229-3419025818982282498?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3419025818982282498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3419025818982282498' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3419025818982282498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3419025818982282498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/vamos-escaparnos-fugarnos-solamente-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6ql2Bk2uBI/AAAAAAAABag/wZgjOBRsDAQ/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+077-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-2257251489672533990</id><published>2010-03-24T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:49:24.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qk1qstP4I/AAAAAAAABaY/0C5K88M_GMY/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+146-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qk1qstP4I/AAAAAAAABaY/0C5K88M_GMY/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+146-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452351540787232642" 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/5465882907468633229-2257251489672533990?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2257251489672533990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=2257251489672533990' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2257251489672533990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2257251489672533990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qk1qstP4I/AAAAAAAABaY/0C5K88M_GMY/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+146-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7060563616540941384</id><published>2010-03-24T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:46:27.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qkGLJBSiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/q0kIvIJWzAo/s1600/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+029-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qkGLJBSiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/q0kIvIJWzAo/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+029-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452350724862200354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Son sentimientos revueltos, entre la amistad y entre el amor. Lo más importante en esto, es que todo esta&lt;br /&gt;muy claro entre los dos. &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/5465882907468633229-7060563616540941384?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7060563616540941384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7060563616540941384' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7060563616540941384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7060563616540941384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/son-sentimientos-revueltos-entre-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6qkGLJBSiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/q0kIvIJWzAo/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+029-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-4188696252238624573</id><published>2010-03-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:06:23.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6WNB3403GI/AAAAAAAABaI/rXkAd3iYBEM/s1600-h/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+004-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6WNB3403GI/AAAAAAAABaI/rXkAd3iYBEM/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+004-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450917987323534434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought you said it was easy listening to your heart. I thought you said I'd be okay, so why I'm breaking apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't wanna be torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-4188696252238624573?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4188696252238624573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=4188696252238624573' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4188696252238624573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4188696252238624573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-thought-you-said-it-was-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6WNB3403GI/AAAAAAAABaI/rXkAd3iYBEM/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+004-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-4890235894405417707</id><published>2010-03-20T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:02:12.936-07:00</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/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6WL-x-lDmI/AAAAAAAABaA/PYvjwrBKXtw/s1600-h/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+049-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6WL-x-lDmI/AAAAAAAABaA/PYvjwrBKXtw/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+049-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450916834685816418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Standing out in the rain, need to know if it’s over, cause I will leave you alone. Flooded with all this pain knowing that I’ll never hold ya, like I did before the storm.&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/5465882907468633229-4890235894405417707?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4890235894405417707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=4890235894405417707' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4890235894405417707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4890235894405417707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/standing-out-in-rain-need-to-know-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6WL-x-lDmI/AAAAAAAABaA/PYvjwrBKXtw/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+049-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-4827520261000125766</id><published>2010-03-20T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:57:47.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6WKco9KPBI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JMUTQDDOHrw/s1600-h/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6WKco9KPBI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JMUTQDDOHrw/s320/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+012-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450915148636765202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;the butterflys fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-4827520261000125766?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4827520261000125766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=4827520261000125766' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4827520261000125766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4827520261000125766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/butterflys-fly-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S6WKco9KPBI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JMUTQDDOHrw/s72-c/jjjjjjjjjjjjj+012-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-5712956314983073888</id><published>2010-03-05T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:12:21.409-08:00</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FytnUN6II/AAAAAAAABZw/J-Hd03AQWNM/s1600-h/cumplepapa+057-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FytnUN6II/AAAAAAAABZw/J-Hd03AQWNM/s320/cumplepapa+057-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445259552441100418" 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: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vamo a portarnos mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;pero a pasarla bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;toda la noche hasta el amanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;mira que el party apenas esta comenzando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;y ya quiero enloquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5465882907468633229-5712956314983073888?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5712956314983073888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=5712956314983073888' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5712956314983073888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5712956314983073888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/vamo-portarnos-mal-pero-pasarla-bien.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FytnUN6II/AAAAAAAABZw/J-Hd03AQWNM/s72-c/cumplepapa+057-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6449594066424363949</id><published>2010-03-05T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:06:36.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;con otra sacarte por siempre de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;decirte a la cara que no me haces falta para poder vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;quisiera borrarte de mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;quitar de mi boca tu dulce sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no echarte de menos al llegar la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y sin reproche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;resignarme a tu adiós&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/5465882907468633229-6449594066424363949?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6449594066424363949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6449594066424363949' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6449594066424363949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6449594066424363949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/quisiera-poder-olvidarme-de-ti-con-otro.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-4439290896550259519</id><published>2010-03-05T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:00:46.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FwukenwII/AAAAAAAABZo/bsMUj7-XDSw/s1600-h/0+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FwukenwII/AAAAAAAABZo/bsMUj7-XDSw/s320/0+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445257369836044418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Siempre he querido quererte y besarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre he querido hacerte el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5465882907468633229-4439290896550259519?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4439290896550259519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=4439290896550259519' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4439290896550259519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4439290896550259519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/siempre-he-querido-quererte-y-besarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FwukenwII/AAAAAAAABZo/bsMUj7-XDSw/s72-c/0+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7144348484473536763</id><published>2010-03-05T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:55:40.949-08:00</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/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FviK_NejI/AAAAAAAABZg/pINbspaYs9Y/s1600-h/15nai+021-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FviK_NejI/AAAAAAAABZg/pINbspaYs9Y/s320/15nai+021-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445256057323354674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;Ando loca por tu&lt;br /&gt;cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;deseandolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-7144348484473536763?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7144348484473536763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7144348484473536763' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7144348484473536763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7144348484473536763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/ando-loca-por-tu-cuerpo-deseandolo.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FviK_NejI/AAAAAAAABZg/pINbspaYs9Y/s72-c/15nai+021-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-4180876685138947812</id><published>2010-03-05T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:53:48.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FvUdIaF3I/AAAAAAAABZY/nK0Ypd1XBSw/s1600-h/wowow+102-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FvUdIaF3I/AAAAAAAABZY/nK0Ypd1XBSw/s320/wowow+102-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445255821675599730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its complicated, it always is, that’s just the way it goes. Feels like the way it is so long for this I wonder if it shows. And under water now i can breath, It never felt so good, cause i can feel it coming over me. I wouldn’t stop it if i could when love takes over you know you can’t deny. When love takes over ‘cause something’s here tonight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-4180876685138947812?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4180876685138947812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=4180876685138947812' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4180876685138947812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4180876685138947812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-complicated-it-always-is-thats-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FvUdIaF3I/AAAAAAAABZY/nK0Ypd1XBSw/s72-c/wowow+102-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6585128099364201554</id><published>2010-03-05T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:48:45.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5Fs53pNzrI/AAAAAAAABZI/uQAvJs5NAsg/s1600-h/cumplecaro+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5Fs53pNzrI/AAAAAAAABZI/uQAvJs5NAsg/s320/cumplecaro+262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445253165912805042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful&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/5465882907468633229-6585128099364201554?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6585128099364201554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6585128099364201554' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6585128099364201554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6585128099364201554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-trying-to-find-words-to-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5Fs53pNzrI/AAAAAAAABZI/uQAvJs5NAsg/s72-c/cumplecaro+262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7295755569574859612</id><published>2010-03-05T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:41:06.367-08:00</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/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FsRtMDhCI/AAAAAAAABZA/_2NeAnozi8M/s1600-h/wowow+015-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FsRtMDhCI/AAAAAAAABZA/_2NeAnozi8M/s320/wowow+015-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445252475911373858" 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="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hola que tal tu como estas dime si eres feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5465882907468633229-7295755569574859612?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7295755569574859612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7295755569574859612' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7295755569574859612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7295755569574859612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/hola-que-tal-tu-como-estas-dime-si-eres.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5FsRtMDhCI/AAAAAAAABZA/_2NeAnozi8M/s72-c/wowow+015-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7311039982743741117</id><published>2010-03-05T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:33:46.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Por que no vas,&lt;br /&gt;y le dices mujer&lt;br /&gt;que no lo amas a el,&lt;br /&gt;no lo engañes mas&lt;br /&gt;Por que no vas,&lt;br /&gt;y le dices la verdad&lt;br /&gt;de lo que ha sido y será&lt;br /&gt;por siempre, tu único amor &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/5465882907468633229-7311039982743741117?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7311039982743741117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7311039982743741117' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7311039982743741117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7311039982743741117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/por-que-no-vas-y-le-dices-mujer-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-444412989259928623</id><published>2010-03-04T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:39:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5BBhrVP-3I/AAAAAAAABY4/Gy-q7AJ_fso/s1600-h/wowow+021-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5BBhrVP-3I/AAAAAAAABY4/Gy-q7AJ_fso/s320/wowow+021-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444923996314270578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IS IT REAL OR JUST ANOTHER CRUSH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-444412989259928623?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/444412989259928623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=444412989259928623' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/444412989259928623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/444412989259928623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-real-or-just-another-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5BBhrVP-3I/AAAAAAAABY4/Gy-q7AJ_fso/s72-c/wowow+021-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-9206976216846606353</id><published>2010-03-04T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:24:05.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5BA5Mz7tPI/AAAAAAAABYw/eEtblAJ2-W8/s1600-h/wowow+240-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5BA5Mz7tPI/AAAAAAAABYw/eEtblAJ2-W8/s320/wowow+240-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444923300926698738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contini's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinema Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinema Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinema Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is real with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinema Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the king of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinema Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-9206976216846606353?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9206976216846606353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=9206976216846606353' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/9206976216846606353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/9206976216846606353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/continis-cinema-italiano-i-love-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5BA5Mz7tPI/AAAAAAAABYw/eEtblAJ2-W8/s72-c/wowow+240-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7711374912588443244</id><published>2010-03-04T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:09:33.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A8W2SKbJI/AAAAAAAABYo/ieI--8czaKY/s1600-h/100_2021-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A8W2SKbJI/AAAAAAAABYo/ieI--8czaKY/s320/100_2021-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444918312717413522" 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/5465882907468633229-7711374912588443244?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7711374912588443244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7711374912588443244' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7711374912588443244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7711374912588443244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A8W2SKbJI/AAAAAAAABYo/ieI--8czaKY/s72-c/100_2021-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1699378469736742785</id><published>2010-03-04T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:02:02.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A7gC9ikvI/AAAAAAAABYg/yzGiYquwJFA/s1600-h/100_2097-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A7gC9ikvI/AAAAAAAABYg/yzGiYquwJFA/s320/100_2097-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444917371227771634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fantastic and romantic&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/5465882907468633229-1699378469736742785?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1699378469736742785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1699378469736742785' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1699378469736742785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1699378469736742785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/fantastic-and-romantic.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A7gC9ikvI/AAAAAAAABYg/yzGiYquwJFA/s72-c/100_2097-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7827680669025005995</id><published>2010-03-04T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:53:54.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque siempre estuve equivocada y no lo quise ver, porque yo por ti la vida daba, porque todo lo que empieza acaba. Porque nunca tuve más razones para estar sin él, porque cuesta tomar decisiones, porque se que va a doler. Y hoy pude entender, que a esta mujer siempre la hiciste inmensamente triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-7827680669025005995?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7827680669025005995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7827680669025005995' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7827680669025005995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7827680669025005995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/porque-siempre-estuve-equivocada-y-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6393054187814012647</id><published>2010-03-04T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:51:45.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Duele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reconocer&lt;/span&gt;, duele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;equivocarse&lt;/span&gt; y duele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saber&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sin ti es mejor&lt;/span&gt; aunque al principio no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A5VVKTEmI/AAAAAAAABYQ/khkDXfIFmB4/s1600-h/15jochi+110-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A5VVKTEmI/AAAAAAAABYQ/khkDXfIFmB4/s320/15jochi+110-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444914988111303266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5465882907468633229-6393054187814012647?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6393054187814012647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6393054187814012647' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6393054187814012647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6393054187814012647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/duele-reconocer-duele-equivocarse-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A5VVKTEmI/AAAAAAAABYQ/khkDXfIFmB4/s72-c/15jochi+110-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3710814321698208108</id><published>2010-03-04T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:47:57.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A4eLZQlNI/AAAAAAAABYI/FeaKzQ8v2aA/s1600-h/nnnnnn+006-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A4eLZQlNI/AAAAAAAABYI/FeaKzQ8v2aA/s320/nnnnnn+006-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444914040596894930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/anto-bergamini/staring-at-the-blank-page-before-you/420076305467"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;/a&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/5465882907468633229-3710814321698208108?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3710814321698208108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3710814321698208108' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3710814321698208108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3710814321698208108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/staring-at-blank-page-before-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S5A4eLZQlNI/AAAAAAAABYI/FeaKzQ8v2aA/s72-c/nnnnnn+006-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-5250618147091544877</id><published>2010-03-03T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:21:01.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Y ahora muero, beso tus tiernos labios y digo adios.&lt;br /&gt;Ruego a dios que escuche mi llanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-5250618147091544877?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5250618147091544877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=5250618147091544877' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5250618147091544877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5250618147091544877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-ahora-muero-beso-tus-tiernos-labios-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-203226704012672655</id><published>2010-03-03T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:19:54.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S480wwXdqaI/AAAAAAAABV4/q6-j2oGBc40/s1600-h/100_2240-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S480wwXdqaI/AAAAAAAABV4/q6-j2oGBc40/s320/100_2240-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444628486735899042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're gone, and&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;A moment seems to last so long,&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a fear so strong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-203226704012672655?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/203226704012672655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=203226704012672655' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/203226704012672655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/203226704012672655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-youre-gone-and-nothings-ever-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S480wwXdqaI/AAAAAAAABV4/q6-j2oGBc40/s72-c/100_2240-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3340844974674464868</id><published>2010-03-03T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:15:06.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S48zc0DO22I/AAAAAAAABVw/jZcLHQcZZWk/s1600-h/wowow+171-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S48zc0DO22I/AAAAAAAABVw/jZcLHQcZZWk/s320/wowow+171-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444627044615773026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Y he descubierto que nada es gratis, que la vida solo es un juego que perdemos piensas en algo mejor?&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/5465882907468633229-3340844974674464868?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3340844974674464868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3340844974674464868' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3340844974674464868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3340844974674464868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-he-descubierto-que-nada-es-gratis-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S48zc0DO22I/AAAAAAAABVw/jZcLHQcZZWk/s72-c/wowow+171-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-2230823017300742051</id><published>2010-03-03T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:12:28.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Somewhere, I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;let all my defenses down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;never thought to turn around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and you did not make a sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-2230823017300742051?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2230823017300742051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=2230823017300742051' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2230823017300742051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2230823017300742051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/somewhere-i-let-all-my-defenses-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6925372763725469781</id><published>2010-03-03T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:08:23.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S48xniLUVgI/AAAAAAAABVo/T7GR7VuwErg/s1600-h/100_2237-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S48xniLUVgI/AAAAAAAABVo/T7GR7VuwErg/s320/100_2237-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444625029773153794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada tiene sentido, ya nada tiene sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nada está bien, nada está bien cuando no estas. Estoy perdiendo el aliento, estoy perdiendo mi derecho a estar equivocada.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy aterrada, aterrada de no ser lo suficientemente fuerte. Quiero a alguien que me ame, por quien soy. Quiero a alguien que me necesite, es eso tan malo? Quiero quebrar toda esta locura pero es todo lo que tengo. Solo quiero a alguien que me ame por quien soy. Me estoy sacando, sacando todo el dolor&lt;br /&gt;y rompiendo mi corazon, rompiendolo una vez más &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-6925372763725469781?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6925372763725469781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6925372763725469781' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6925372763725469781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6925372763725469781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/nada-tiene-sentido-ya-nada-tiene.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/S48xniLUVgI/AAAAAAAABVo/T7GR7VuwErg/s72-c/100_2237-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-5118640286588711171</id><published>2009-09-18T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:19:10.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He atacado camas de otros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y he robado besos sin rostros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y he buscado en  miles de pozos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo que viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo que mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo que escuche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y algo  que mire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo que escibra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo que borre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo en el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo en  la lluvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo de vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-5118640286588711171?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5118640286588711171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=5118640286588711171' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5118640286588711171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5118640286588711171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-atacado-camas-de-otros-y-he-robado.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-2384358921731193824</id><published>2009-08-29T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:20:15.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmbYmVc2GI/AAAAAAAABVM/nWN9EDxJ4FI/s1600-h/5490_1176863335958_1059355598_543182_3877488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375498477153081442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmbYmVc2GI/AAAAAAAABVM/nWN9EDxJ4FI/s320/5490_1176863335958_1059355598_543182_3877488_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente. ¿Será por eso que nadie siente nada por mí? Porque no me ven. Ser invisible es casi como no existir, solo cuando alguien te ve te sentís vivo. Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos ¿Será que yo soy tan esencial que soy totalmente invisible? Soy como un fantasma, una sombra que pasa pero nadie me puede ver. Te juro que ya no tengo más fuerzas para ponerle actitud.&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/5465882907468633229-2384358921731193824?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2384358921731193824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=2384358921731193824' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2384358921731193824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2384358921731193824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ojos-que-no-ven-corazon-que-no-siente.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmbYmVc2GI/AAAAAAAABVM/nWN9EDxJ4FI/s72-c/5490_1176863335958_1059355598_543182_3877488_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-116862707049616471</id><published>2009-08-29T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:18:08.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;calor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;disco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;subiendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vapor.&lt;/span&gt;&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/5465882907468633229-116862707049616471?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/116862707049616471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=116862707049616471' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/116862707049616471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/116862707049616471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/hace-calor-en-la-disco-subiendo-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-579867142096817308</id><published>2009-08-29T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:16:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmaYTmEmsI/AAAAAAAABVE/mzBNdh0BTr4/s1600-h/100_1576-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375497372610894530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmaYTmEmsI/AAAAAAAABVE/mzBNdh0BTr4/s320/100_1576-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy una histerica&lt;/strong&gt;, pero el &lt;strong&gt;pendejo inmaduro&lt;/strong&gt; que no sabe manejar a esta pendeja histerica sos vos!, Callate porque esta vez voy a hablar yo, como sos tan pendejo vos no te hubieras hecho cargo, no, &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;que van a pensar&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; si lo unico que haces es ir y decirles a todos que soy una histerica, cuando el pendejo cagón que no se hace cargo de &lt;strong&gt;su inseguridad&lt;/strong&gt; sos vos. Ahora si, soy asi,&lt;strong&gt; me canse de vivir siempre la misma historia&lt;/strong&gt;, me aburri, me aburri&lt;strong&gt; de siempre dar vueltas&lt;/strong&gt; y terminar en un &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Telon, sos una histerica"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; YO digo telon, pendejo inmaduro, &lt;strong&gt;se acabo y esta vez para siempre.&lt;/strong&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/5465882907468633229-579867142096817308?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/579867142096817308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=579867142096817308' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/579867142096817308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/579867142096817308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/soy-una-histerica-pero-el-pendejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmaYTmEmsI/AAAAAAAABVE/mzBNdh0BTr4/s72-c/100_1576-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-8758879509744350685</id><published>2009-08-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:12:07.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmZYrwiS7I/AAAAAAAABU8/E9P0ThyrJC0/s1600-h/cumple+cofi+043-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375496279585606578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmZYrwiS7I/AAAAAAAABU8/E9P0ThyrJC0/s320/cumple+cofi+043-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te da miedo enamorarte perdida y locamente de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabiendo que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;también me gustan los demás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me da igual&lt;/strong&gt; que te sea indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Ya &lt;em&gt;caerás en mis brazos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inseguro de repente, a dónde pensás que podes ir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahora que nos acercábamos a algo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Me da igual que te sea indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Ya caerás en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desconfío que me entiendas de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y la verdad es que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Me da igual que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te sea indiferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ya &lt;/span&gt;caerás en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Me da igual que te sea indiferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya darás un paso en falso&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-8758879509744350685?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8758879509744350685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=8758879509744350685' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8758879509744350685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8758879509744350685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-da-miedo-enamorarte-perdida-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmZYrwiS7I/AAAAAAAABU8/E9P0ThyrJC0/s72-c/cumple+cofi+043-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-8910293808138966743</id><published>2009-08-29T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:10:21.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmYyFuP-LI/AAAAAAAABU0/tZoNoSenZ14/s1600-h/cumple+cofi+014-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375495616540440754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmYyFuP-LI/AAAAAAAABU0/tZoNoSenZ14/s320/cumple+cofi+014-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;No sigas a un amor que te hizo sufrir,un amor que un día se olvidó de ti y lo peor un amor que un día se fue de ti. No confíes en alguien que te dijo: &lt;em&gt;'te lo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;juro&lt;/em&gt;','&lt;em&gt;que lloró'&lt;/em&gt;, y luego, te reemplazó sin ningún dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-8910293808138966743?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8910293808138966743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=8910293808138966743' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8910293808138966743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8910293808138966743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-sigas-un-amor-que-te-hizo-sufrirun.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmYyFuP-LI/AAAAAAAABU0/tZoNoSenZ14/s72-c/cumple+cofi+014-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3756949587534603261</id><published>2009-08-29T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:07:35.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmYTEI2EbI/AAAAAAAABUs/3ACBxCtL8XE/s1600-h/100_1571-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375495083539173810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmYTEI2EbI/AAAAAAAABUs/3ACBxCtL8XE/s320/100_1571-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Me tapo los ojos para&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt; ver la realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-3756949587534603261?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3756949587534603261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3756949587534603261' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3756949587534603261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3756949587534603261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-tapo-los-ojos-para-no-ver-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SpmYTEI2EbI/AAAAAAAABUs/3ACBxCtL8XE/s72-c/100_1571-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7901410388442445880</id><published>2009-08-29T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:45:58.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me canse, estoy arta. Chau entendes, chau, chau amor, chau peleas, chau celos, chau todo. Chau si, chau no, chau blanco, chau negro, chau. No sabes que.. chau no, ADIOS y esta vez te juro que es para siempre.&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/5465882907468633229-7901410388442445880?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7901410388442445880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7901410388442445880' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7901410388442445880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7901410388442445880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-canse-estoy-arta.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6936560954671198543</id><published>2009-07-12T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:03:29.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta bien&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy mucho &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mejor&lt;/span&gt; sin ti&lt;br /&gt;no lo lamentare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esta bien&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonces, que no te moleste lo que hago&lt;br /&gt;no importa lo que digas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no  volvere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuestro puente se ha quemado&lt;br /&gt;soy fuerte &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta bien&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy mucho mejor sin ti&lt;br /&gt;no lo lamentare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-6936560954671198543?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6936560954671198543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6936560954671198543' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6936560954671198543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6936560954671198543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/esta-bien-ok-estoy-mucho-mejor-sin-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1393893251206489011</id><published>2009-07-12T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:56:49.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SlrMViLRCII/AAAAAAAABT0/7I_4zm7tK50/s1600-h/conlabruga+013-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SlrMViLRCII/AAAAAAAABT0/7I_4zm7tK50/s320/conlabruga+013-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357819377034004610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Vamos a bailar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muestrame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Agarrame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Controlame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bailemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tomame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sacudeme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1393893251206489011?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1393893251206489011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1393893251206489011' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1393893251206489011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1393893251206489011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/vamos-bailar-muestrame-agarrame.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SlrMViLRCII/AAAAAAAABT0/7I_4zm7tK50/s72-c/conlabruga+013-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7555077080546495635</id><published>2009-07-12T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:44:10.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SlrIT-3P_yI/AAAAAAAABTs/qtmjjqDN0n0/s1600-h/100_1467-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SlrIT-3P_yI/AAAAAAAABTs/qtmjjqDN0n0/s320/100_1467-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357814952328429346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mujeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo que nos pidan podemos&lt;br /&gt;si no podemos no existe&lt;br /&gt;y si no existe  lo inventamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por ustedes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mujeres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-7555077080546495635?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7555077080546495635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7555077080546495635' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7555077080546495635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7555077080546495635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/mujeres-lo-que-nos-pidan-podemos-si-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SlrIT-3P_yI/AAAAAAAABTs/qtmjjqDN0n0/s72-c/100_1467-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-4484049308569860486</id><published>2009-06-16T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:54:12.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿El problema soy&lt;strong&gt; yo&lt;/strong&gt; no? Si, si, parece que sí. El problema &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sos vos, ni &lt;strong&gt;ningún&lt;/strong&gt; tipo. Con &lt;strong&gt;todos&lt;/strong&gt; me pasa lo mismo. El problema es cómo &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; ven. Todos me miran y &lt;strong&gt;ven&lt;/strong&gt; un gato ¿No? Se trata &lt;strong&gt;todo&lt;/strong&gt; de eso, de que yo trato, &lt;strong&gt;quiero&lt;/strong&gt;, intento que me vean de &lt;strong&gt;otra&lt;/strong&gt; manera, pero no, &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; puedo. Tengo la mirada &lt;strong&gt;clavada&lt;/strong&gt; ahí encima &lt;strong&gt;todo &lt;/strong&gt;el tiempo. Te juro que es &lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt;; es horrible vivir &lt;strong&gt;así.&lt;/strong&gt; Una cosa es que te &lt;strong&gt;vean &lt;/strong&gt;hermosa, y otra que te &lt;strong&gt;sientan&lt;/strong&gt; hermosa, que te amen de verdad. La gente ve lo que &lt;strong&gt;quiere&lt;/strong&gt; ver, y &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; le interesa &lt;strong&gt;si&lt;/strong&gt; es real o &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;. Se quedan con &lt;strong&gt;su&lt;/strong&gt; mirada, con su prejuicio. Si te &lt;strong&gt;ven&lt;/strong&gt; como una histérica, van a &lt;strong&gt;tratarte&lt;/strong&gt; como una histérica, aunque en realidad quizás estés &lt;strong&gt;confundida&lt;/strong&gt;. La mirada de los otros puede ser &lt;strong&gt;muy&lt;/strong&gt; cruel a veces, y &lt;strong&gt;muy&lt;/strong&gt; ciega. La mirada de los demás es &lt;strong&gt;todo&lt;/strong&gt;, y los otros &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; te ven a &lt;strong&gt;vos&lt;/strong&gt;, ven lo que &lt;strong&gt;piensan&lt;/strong&gt; de vos. La mirada de los otros tiene sonido, voces, susurros. &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; se puede escapar a lo que ven de &lt;strong&gt;nosotros&lt;/strong&gt;. Todo se trata de &lt;strong&gt;cómo&lt;/strong&gt; nos ven y como vemos a los demás. Quedamos &lt;strong&gt;atrapados&lt;/strong&gt; en esa mirada, inmóviles, fijados en lo que &lt;strong&gt;creemos&lt;/strong&gt; que vemos, confiando&lt;strong&gt; más&lt;/strong&gt; en nuestro prejuicio que en &lt;strong&gt;nuestros&lt;/strong&gt; ojos. Dicen que la primera impresión es la que &lt;strong&gt;cuenta&lt;/strong&gt;, pero también que&lt;strong&gt; lo esencial es invisible a los ojos&lt;/strong&gt;. ¿Cuándo me van a sacar &lt;strong&gt;esos&lt;/strong&gt; ojos de encima y van a ver lo que &lt;strong&gt;realmente&lt;/strong&gt; soy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-4484049308569860486?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4484049308569860486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=4484049308569860486' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4484049308569860486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4484049308569860486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-problema-soy-yo-no-si-si-parece-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6039122564736927166</id><published>2009-06-16T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:16:23.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sjg1ijPgkqI/AAAAAAAABTc/rH83Bp7aQaU/s1600-h/100_1495-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348083425194578594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sjg1ijPgkqI/AAAAAAAABTc/rH83Bp7aQaU/s320/100_1495-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ese montón de &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;enemigos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que se disfrazan de &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;amigos.&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/5465882907468633229-6039122564736927166?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6039122564736927166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6039122564736927166' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6039122564736927166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6039122564736927166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/ese-monton-de-enemigos-que-se-disfrazan.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sjg1ijPgkqI/AAAAAAAABTc/rH83Bp7aQaU/s72-c/100_1495-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1008773732602871342</id><published>2009-06-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:45:34.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjMP-e6ToPI/AAAAAAAABTU/g2ao4gAyBtA/s1600-h/gap+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634748742836466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjMP-e6ToPI/AAAAAAAABTU/g2ao4gAyBtA/s320/gap+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo&lt;/strong&gt; el tiempo estamos entre el &lt;strong&gt;sí&lt;/strong&gt; y el &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;. Elegir entre sí y no tal vez sea la decisión &lt;strong&gt;más&lt;/strong&gt; difícil de tomar. Hay veces en que la &lt;strong&gt;diferencia&lt;/strong&gt; entre decir sí o decir no puede ser &lt;em&gt;determinante&lt;/em&gt;, puede cambiar tu vida para &lt;strong&gt;siempre&lt;/strong&gt;. El no ya lo tengo, dice alguien para darse &lt;em&gt;coraje&lt;/em&gt;, porque el &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; es lo que nos rige. Decimos que no a &lt;strong&gt;todo&lt;/strong&gt;, todo el tiempo. Pero &lt;strong&gt;a veces&lt;/strong&gt;, decimos algunos sí. A veces decimos &lt;strong&gt;sí&lt;/strong&gt; sin medir las &lt;em&gt;consecuencias&lt;/em&gt;, y ese sí cambia &lt;strong&gt;todo&lt;/strong&gt;. De una chica rapidita decimos que tiene el sí fácil. Pero &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;No se trata de eso la vida&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;De decir sí, de &lt;em&gt;avanzar&lt;/em&gt;, de &lt;strong&gt;vivir?&lt;/strong&gt; El sí nos &lt;strong&gt;compromete&lt;/strong&gt;, y nos &lt;strong&gt;desnuda&lt;/strong&gt;. El sí expone nuestros &lt;strong&gt;deseos&lt;/strong&gt;, el sí señala que algo nos &lt;strong&gt;falta&lt;/strong&gt;. Una vez más estamos ante esa decisión; que todo siga siendo no, o &lt;strong&gt;animarse&lt;/strong&gt; al sí y zambullirnos en la vida, esa vida que vivimos &lt;strong&gt;deteniendo&lt;/strong&gt; todo el tiempo con el &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1008773732602871342?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1008773732602871342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1008773732602871342' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1008773732602871342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1008773732602871342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/todo-el-tiempo-estamos-entre-el-si-y-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjMP-e6ToPI/AAAAAAAABTU/g2ao4gAyBtA/s72-c/gap+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-2802978339377871604</id><published>2009-06-10T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:46:44.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBv3ALMcYI/AAAAAAAABTM/vHfOUyjaCwM/s1600-h/100_1482-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345895748419219842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBv3ALMcYI/AAAAAAAABTM/vHfOUyjaCwM/s320/100_1482-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; flores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;más&lt;/strong&gt; fáciles y otras &lt;strong&gt;más&lt;/strong&gt; difíciles, pero &lt;strong&gt;todas&lt;/strong&gt; en algún momento se &lt;strong&gt;abren&lt;/strong&gt; y sueltan &lt;strong&gt;su &lt;/strong&gt;esencia.&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/5465882907468633229-2802978339377871604?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2802978339377871604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=2802978339377871604' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2802978339377871604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2802978339377871604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/hay-flores-mas-faciles-y-otras-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBv3ALMcYI/AAAAAAAABTM/vHfOUyjaCwM/s72-c/100_1482-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-123397638646634443</id><published>2009-06-10T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:40:31.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBud3xWV1I/AAAAAAAABTE/j-XjEE1OubA/s1600-h/gap+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345894217154975570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBud3xWV1I/AAAAAAAABTE/j-XjEE1OubA/s320/gap+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Por qué es&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; tan&lt;/span&gt; difícil todo? &lt;strong&gt;No &lt;/strong&gt;quiero sufrir más, &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; lo soporto.&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/5465882907468633229-123397638646634443?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/123397638646634443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=123397638646634443' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/123397638646634443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/123397638646634443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-que-es-tan-dificil-todo-no-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBud3xWV1I/AAAAAAAABTE/j-XjEE1OubA/s72-c/gap+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3149829863885105987</id><published>2009-06-10T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:38:33.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acción - reacción; &lt;strong&gt;así &lt;/strong&gt;avanza el mundo, &lt;strong&gt;así&lt;/strong&gt; cambia la vida. El &lt;strong&gt;reaccionario&lt;/strong&gt;, dicen, le &lt;strong&gt;teme&lt;/strong&gt; a los cambios. El &lt;strong&gt;revolucionario&lt;/strong&gt; quiere cambiar el orden de las cosas, del mundo que siente &lt;strong&gt;injusto&lt;/strong&gt;. Yo creo que uno &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; puede convivir sin el otro. Para que la historia avance&lt;strong&gt; alguien&lt;/strong&gt; tiene que proponer el&lt;strong&gt; cambio&lt;/strong&gt;, y alguien oponerse. De esa puja vital surge el cambio, los retrocesos y los avances. El revolucionario de &lt;strong&gt;hoy&lt;/strong&gt; es el reaccionario de &lt;strong&gt;mañana&lt;/strong&gt;. Algunos apuestan al cambio. Otros le &lt;strong&gt;temen&lt;/strong&gt; tanto que intentan &lt;strong&gt;frenarlo&lt;/strong&gt;, y si es posible; &lt;strong&gt;matarlo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-3149829863885105987?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3149829863885105987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3149829863885105987' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3149829863885105987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3149829863885105987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/accion-reaccion-asi-avanza-el-mundo-asi.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6427942754804085231</id><published>2009-06-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:34:50.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBqEDkSEoI/AAAAAAAABS8/8srpQe-aA28/s1600-h/100_1493-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345889375598285442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBqEDkSEoI/AAAAAAAABS8/8srpQe-aA28/s320/100_1493-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes había una fuente. De perna que soy me caí y &lt;strong&gt;él&lt;/strong&gt; me rescató. Ahí nos conocimos. Antes &lt;strong&gt;yo &lt;/strong&gt;era una nena asustada y peleadora. Él me trató como una &lt;strong&gt;princesa&lt;/strong&gt;, me dio cosas con las que&lt;strong&gt; nunca&lt;/strong&gt; había soñado. Antes&lt;strong&gt; él&lt;/strong&gt; era un nene bien, vivía en una burbuja. &lt;strong&gt;Yo&lt;/strong&gt; le abrí los ojos y él me &lt;strong&gt;enseñó&lt;/strong&gt; a amar. Antes &lt;strong&gt;él &lt;/strong&gt;se equivocó y me &lt;strong&gt;rompió&lt;/strong&gt; el corazón. &lt;strong&gt;Yo&lt;/strong&gt; me equivoqué y le &lt;strong&gt;rompí &lt;/strong&gt;el corazón. Antes había un carromato, en ese carromato nos &lt;strong&gt;perdonamos&lt;/strong&gt; y nos &lt;strong&gt;comprometimos&lt;/strong&gt;. Antes &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sabía lo que era el amor, y ahora &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; puedo vivir sin &lt;strong&gt;él&lt;/strong&gt;. Si uno sabe la que se viene y la puede evitar mejor ¿&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;? Si sabes de antemano que el bondi al que te subiste va a chocar ¿Te subís? Si sabes que se viene un huracán ¿No te escondes veinte metros bajo tierra para &lt;strong&gt;evitarlo&lt;/strong&gt;? Cuando uno ve venir el quilombo tiene &lt;strong&gt;dos &lt;/strong&gt;alternativas. Ir y &lt;strong&gt;ponerle&lt;/strong&gt; el pecho, jugarse, o retirarse de un round que uno ya sabe desde antes que va a perder por &lt;strong&gt;knock out&lt;/strong&gt;. Si sabes que te van a atacar mejor atacar &lt;strong&gt;antes &lt;/strong&gt;¿No? El que pega primero pega &lt;strong&gt;dos&lt;/strong&gt; veces. Si ves venir la piña, mejor anticiparse ¿No? Si sabes que te quieren meter en cana ¿No es mejor &lt;strong&gt;escapar&lt;/strong&gt;? ¿No dicen que si rajas servís para otra guerra? Si sabes que te van a cortar el rostro, mejor &lt;strong&gt;ni &lt;/strong&gt;tirarse a la pileta ¿No? Si sabes que te van a decir que&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt; ¿Para qué preguntar? Pero ¿Y si te &lt;strong&gt;equivocas&lt;/strong&gt; y te retiras de la cancha pero tenías muchas chances para ganar? ¿Y si atacas &lt;strong&gt;antes&lt;/strong&gt; de que te ataquen pero en realidad &lt;strong&gt;nadie&lt;/strong&gt; te iba a atacar? ¿Si te escapas de gusto porque nadie te iba a encerrar en ningún lado? ¿Y si &lt;strong&gt;vos&lt;/strong&gt; decís que &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; antes de que te corten el rostro pero en realidad el otro quería decir si? ¿Y si dejas &lt;strong&gt;antes&lt;/strong&gt; de que te dejen para&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt; sufrir? Y resulta que &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; te iban a dejar. Cuando me la veo venir, cuando siento que se viene la guillotina, yo &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; soy de las que pone la cara para el cachetazo. Es&lt;strong&gt; muy&lt;/strong&gt; cobarde, ya sé. Pero es &lt;strong&gt;tan&lt;/strong&gt; grande el dolor cuando te dejan que mejor &lt;strong&gt;dejar antes&lt;/strong&gt; de ser dejado. &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/5465882907468633229-6427942754804085231?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6427942754804085231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6427942754804085231' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6427942754804085231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6427942754804085231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/antes-habia-una-fuente.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBqEDkSEoI/AAAAAAAABS8/8srpQe-aA28/s72-c/100_1493-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1191109666464158983</id><published>2009-06-10T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:20:02.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBnUZ1DYCI/AAAAAAAABS0/YA5ai45ZJ-0/s1600-h/100_1482-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345886357917229090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBnUZ1DYCI/AAAAAAAABS0/YA5ai45ZJ-0/s320/100_1482-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A un&lt;strong&gt; centímetro&lt;/strong&gt; y a &lt;strong&gt;miles &lt;/strong&gt;de kilómetros, &lt;em&gt;juntos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;separados&lt;/em&gt;, tan lejos y tan cerca. Hace 20 años &lt;strong&gt;sentíamos&lt;/strong&gt; que el mundo iba camino a la &lt;em&gt;destrucción&lt;/em&gt; pero lo veíamos como &lt;strong&gt;algo&lt;/strong&gt; lejano, tan convencidos estábamos que no vimos que en realidad la destrucción estaba &lt;em&gt;muy&lt;/em&gt; cerca. Veíamos cine catástrofes sintiendo que era algo lejano que &lt;strong&gt;nunca&lt;/strong&gt; llegaría; y estaba &lt;strong&gt;tan&lt;/strong&gt; cerca. Hoy vivimos en un mundo de desastres climáticos, de sequías y hambrunas, de falta de agua, de alimentos. Las guerras ya no son entre países, son entre incluidos y excluidos, y creemos que el cambio y la paz, y la salvación del mundo &lt;strong&gt;están&lt;/strong&gt; lejos. Cuando estuviste&lt;strong&gt; tan&lt;/strong&gt; cerca de alguien que &lt;em&gt;parecían&lt;/em&gt; uno, pensar en la&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;separación&lt;/strong&gt; es &lt;em&gt;absurdo&lt;/em&gt;. Lo ves tan lejos, hay &lt;strong&gt;distancias imposibles&lt;/strong&gt; de acercar. Dos personas están cerca cuando &lt;em&gt;comparten&lt;/em&gt; sueños, proyectos, pero cuando solo quedan&lt;strong&gt; recuerdos&lt;/strong&gt; es que están &lt;strong&gt;muy &lt;/strong&gt;lejos. Algunos aman &lt;em&gt;solo&lt;/em&gt; a la &lt;strong&gt;distancia &lt;/strong&gt;y no pueden soportar la &lt;strong&gt;intimidad&lt;/strong&gt;. Será que el amor se encuentra en &lt;em&gt;algún&lt;/em&gt; punto entre lejos y cerca. &lt;strong&gt;Tiempo y distancia en el amor son lo mismo&lt;/strong&gt;. Una pareja está &lt;strong&gt;bien&lt;/strong&gt; cuando aun estando a &lt;em&gt;miles&lt;/em&gt; de kilómetros siguen&lt;em&gt; cerca&lt;/em&gt;, y una pareja está &lt;strong&gt;terminada&lt;/strong&gt; cuando aun estando al &lt;em&gt;lado&lt;/em&gt; se sienten a miles de kilómetros de &lt;em&gt;distancia&lt;/em&gt;. La distancia &lt;strong&gt;distorsiona&lt;/strong&gt;, crea una &lt;strong&gt;ilusión&lt;/strong&gt;, pero de cerca se ve el detalle, &lt;em&gt;lo real&lt;/em&gt; a la distancia. &lt;strong&gt;Hay&lt;/strong&gt; recuerdos y uno recuerda el &lt;em&gt;eco feliz&lt;/em&gt; de lo que &lt;strong&gt;fue&lt;/strong&gt;, de cerca se ven las &lt;strong&gt;imperfecciones&lt;/strong&gt;. Se puede &lt;strong&gt;aprender&lt;/strong&gt; a estar cerca de alguien, se aprende a &lt;strong&gt;soportar&lt;/strong&gt; el dolor de estar lejos, pero es &lt;strong&gt;imposible&lt;/strong&gt; estar a la vez &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tan cerca y tan lejos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1191109666464158983?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1191109666464158983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1191109666464158983' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1191109666464158983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1191109666464158983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-centimetro-y-miles-de-kilometros.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SjBnUZ1DYCI/AAAAAAAABS0/YA5ai45ZJ-0/s72-c/100_1482-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7043432719405992720</id><published>2009-06-10T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:06:34.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Por qué &lt;em&gt;algunas &lt;/em&gt;personas lastiman &lt;strong&gt;tanto?&lt;/strong&gt; Estas en un momento &lt;strong&gt;feliz, amigado&lt;/strong&gt; con la &lt;strong&gt;vida&lt;/strong&gt;, y de pronto alguien &lt;strong&gt;rompe&lt;/strong&gt; la felicidad. Cuesta entender la &lt;strong&gt;maldad&lt;/strong&gt;, la &lt;strong&gt;crueldad ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Por qué razón hay gente que lastima &lt;em&gt;deliberadamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Por qué nos hacen &lt;em&gt;sufrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;Cuando nos &lt;strong&gt;hieren&lt;/strong&gt;, además del &lt;strong&gt;dolor&lt;/strong&gt;, sentimos una &lt;strong&gt;profunda&lt;/strong&gt; injusticia, &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; entendemos &lt;em&gt;por q&lt;/em&gt;ué alguien que nos &lt;strong&gt;ama&lt;/strong&gt; nos puede tratar &lt;strong&gt;tan&lt;/strong&gt; mal &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Por qué nos &lt;em&gt;lastimamos&lt;/em&gt; tanto&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Por qué la persona que &lt;strong&gt;más &lt;/strong&gt;debería quererte es a veces&lt;em&gt; tu&lt;/em&gt; peor enemigo&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Todo el mundo lastima pero &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por qué&lt;/em&gt;, por qué será&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;Todos lastiman; a &lt;strong&gt;veces &lt;/strong&gt;todo está mal. Lo demostremos o no, hay &lt;em&gt;gestos&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;palabras&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;y &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;silencios&lt;/em&gt; que nos hieren &lt;strong&gt;profundamente&lt;/strong&gt;. La gente es &lt;strong&gt;egoísta&lt;/strong&gt;: piensan en &lt;strong&gt;si &lt;/strong&gt;mismos y lastiman a los &lt;strong&gt;demás&lt;/strong&gt;. Todos lastiman; busca consuelo en tus amigos. Todos lastiman; &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; bajes los brazos. Pero duele más cuando el &lt;em&gt;golpe&lt;/em&gt; viene de un ser &lt;strong&gt;querido&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Por qué nos lastimamos &lt;em&gt;así&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;Como si el hecho de sufrir &lt;strong&gt;por&lt;/strong&gt; alguien fuera la &lt;em&gt;medida&lt;/em&gt; de cuanto lo &lt;strong&gt;amamos&lt;/strong&gt;, y a veces algunos, hasta se sienten &lt;em&gt;bien&lt;/em&gt; al &lt;strong&gt;vernos &lt;/strong&gt;sufriendo por &lt;em&gt;ellos&lt;/em&gt;; eso los &lt;strong&gt;hace &lt;/strong&gt;sentir amados. Pero &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por qué&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Es &lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt;, es como si la persona que &lt;strong&gt;más &lt;/strong&gt;amas, fuera &lt;strong&gt;tu peor enemigo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Qué&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Qué&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;es así. La &lt;strong&gt;persona&lt;/strong&gt; que mas &lt;em&gt;debería&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cuidarte&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;amarte&lt;/strong&gt;, es la que &lt;strong&gt;más&lt;/strong&gt; te &lt;em&gt;lastima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-7043432719405992720?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7043432719405992720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7043432719405992720' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7043432719405992720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7043432719405992720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-que-algunas-personas-lastiman-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-642851440042551242</id><published>2009-05-30T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:57:12.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SiFj11hNqhI/AAAAAAAABSs/VvsMCEeDv6M/s1600-h/P2190045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341660409588722194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SiFj11hNqhI/AAAAAAAABSs/VvsMCEeDv6M/s320/P2190045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;uando el día es &lt;strong&gt;largo&lt;/strong&gt; y la noche, la &lt;em&gt;noche&lt;/em&gt; es &lt;strong&gt;tuya&lt;/strong&gt; solamente, cuando estás &lt;em&gt;seguro&lt;/em&gt; de que &lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt; tenido &lt;em&gt;suficiente&lt;/em&gt; de esta vida, bueno &lt;strong&gt;espera&lt;/strong&gt;. No te &lt;strong&gt;dejes&lt;/strong&gt; ir, &lt;em&gt;todos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lloran&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;em&gt;todos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lastiman &lt;/strong&gt;algunas veces. A veces todo está&lt;strong&gt; mal&lt;/strong&gt;. Ahora es hora de cantar también, cuando tu día es noche &lt;em&gt;solitaria&lt;/em&gt;, si te sientes como &lt;strong&gt;dejándote&lt;/strong&gt; ir, &lt;em&gt;espera.&lt;/em&gt; Cuando &lt;strong&gt;piensas&lt;/strong&gt; que has &lt;em&gt;tenido&lt;/em&gt; mucho de &lt;strong&gt;esta&lt;/strong&gt; vida, pues espera. Todos lastiman, &lt;strong&gt;toma&lt;/strong&gt; consuelo en &lt;em&gt;tus amigos&lt;/em&gt;. Todos lastiman, &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; lances tu mano. Si &lt;strong&gt;sientes&lt;/strong&gt; que estás &lt;em&gt;solo,&lt;/em&gt; NO, estás solo. Si &lt;em&gt;estás&lt;/em&gt; solo en esta vida, los días &lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt; las noches son&lt;em&gt; largos&lt;/em&gt;, cuando piensas que has tenido &lt;strong&gt;mucho &lt;/strong&gt;de esta vida para esperar. Bueno, todos lastiman &lt;em&gt;algunas&lt;/em&gt; veces, todos lloran. Todos lastiman algunas&lt;strong&gt; veces&lt;/strong&gt;. Y todos lastiman algunas veces. &lt;em&gt;Así que&lt;/em&gt;, espera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-642851440042551242?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/642851440042551242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=642851440042551242' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/642851440042551242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/642851440042551242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/c-uando-el-dia-es-largo-y-la-noche-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SiFj11hNqhI/AAAAAAAABSs/VvsMCEeDv6M/s72-c/P2190045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1734459402233215126</id><published>2009-05-12T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:31:39.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sgof-lb-FnI/AAAAAAAABSk/MBUm24fdrak/s1600-h/gap+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335111868635551346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sgof-lb-FnI/AAAAAAAABSk/MBUm24fdrak/s320/gap+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca&lt;/strong&gt; entendí a los yanquis, para ellos &lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;y &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;estar&lt;/em&gt; se dice igual, '&lt;em&gt;to be&lt;/em&gt;' &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Pero es lo &lt;strong&gt;mismo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt; que &lt;em&gt;estar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar&lt;/em&gt; comprometido es lo &lt;strong&gt;mismo &lt;/strong&gt;que&lt;em&gt; ser&lt;/em&gt; comprometido&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar&lt;/em&gt; consiente es lo &lt;strong&gt;mismo&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt; consiente&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser&lt;/em&gt; maldito es lo &lt;strong&gt;mismo&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;em&gt;estar&lt;/em&gt; maldito&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Es lo &lt;strong&gt;mism&lt;/strong&gt;o ser engañado que &lt;em&gt;estar&lt;/em&gt; engañado&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Es lo &lt;strong&gt;mismo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ser&lt;/em&gt; que&lt;em&gt; estar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar&lt;/em&gt; despierto es lo &lt;strong&gt;mismo&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt; despierto&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar&lt;/em&gt; aburrido es lo &lt;strong&gt;mismo&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt; aburrido&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar&lt;/em&gt; seguro no es lo &lt;strong&gt;mismo&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt; seguro no&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;No es lo mismo &lt;strong&gt;estar&lt;/strong&gt; resentido que &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; resentido. Pero si &lt;strong&gt;estas&lt;/strong&gt; resentido &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;No será porque de alguna manera lo &lt;em&gt;sos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Es lo &lt;strong&gt;mismo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt; inseguro que&lt;em&gt; estar&lt;/em&gt; inseguro&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Estar&lt;/strong&gt; inseguro es &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; tener certezas; pero &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; inseguro es tener la certeza de que&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt; valemos. &lt;strong&gt;Estar&lt;/strong&gt; impactados &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; es lo mismo que &lt;strong&gt;ser &lt;/strong&gt;impactados, pero a veces cuanto se parecen. &lt;strong&gt;Estar&lt;/strong&gt; idiota uno se lo &lt;em&gt;banca&lt;/em&gt;; pero &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; idiota, &lt;strong&gt;no ¡&lt;/strong&gt;Telón&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;Uno quiere &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt;; quiere &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; el amor de &lt;em&gt;alguien&lt;/em&gt;, el &lt;strong&gt;sueño&lt;/strong&gt; de&lt;em&gt; alguien&lt;/em&gt;, uno &lt;strong&gt;quiere &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ser&lt;/em&gt; alguien en la vida de esa &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt;a que &lt;strong&gt;ama&lt;/strong&gt; y ese &lt;strong&gt;deseo&lt;/strong&gt; de&lt;em&gt; ser&lt;/em&gt;, nos puede &lt;strong&gt;confundir&lt;/strong&gt;, y &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;dejarnos &lt;em&gt;ver&lt;/em&gt; que &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; somos, sino que &lt;strong&gt;estamos&lt;/strong&gt; transitoriamente en la vida de &lt;em&gt;alguien&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Ser&lt;/strong&gt; con alguien es muy diferente a &lt;strong&gt;estar&lt;/strong&gt; con alguien. Por eso&lt;strong&gt; ser&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estar &lt;/strong&gt;NO es lo mismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1734459402233215126?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1734459402233215126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1734459402233215126' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1734459402233215126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1734459402233215126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/nunca-entendi-los-yanquis-para-ellos.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sgof-lb-FnI/AAAAAAAABSk/MBUm24fdrak/s72-c/gap+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1238648598045340272</id><published>2009-05-12T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:05:27.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parece que &lt;strong&gt;llegó&lt;/strong&gt; el otoño. El otoño… que estación &lt;strong&gt;inmunda&lt;/strong&gt; realmente. Personalmente me &lt;em&gt;deprime&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;muchísimo&lt;/strong&gt; porque&lt;strong&gt; ¿&lt;/strong&gt;A &lt;em&gt;quién&lt;/em&gt; le gusta el otoño&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Mi madre diría ‘&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hay tal crisis&lt;/em&gt;’ pero en &lt;em&gt;este&lt;/em&gt; caso, amigos, creo que la &lt;strong&gt;hay&lt;/strong&gt;. En otoño se &lt;em&gt;marchitan&lt;/em&gt; las &lt;strong&gt;flores&lt;/strong&gt;, las horas de &lt;strong&gt;luz &lt;/strong&gt;se &lt;em&gt;acortan&lt;/em&gt;, vienen los&lt;strong&gt; días&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;fríos&lt;/em&gt;. El otoño llega sigiloso, casi &lt;strong&gt;sin&lt;/strong&gt; avisar, despacha al verano y &lt;strong&gt;nos&lt;/strong&gt; deprime a &lt;strong&gt;todos&lt;/strong&gt;. Por que el otoño es &lt;strong&gt;triste&lt;/strong&gt;. El otoño es &lt;em&gt;sinónimo&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;nostalgia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Y &lt;em&gt;qué&lt;/em&gt; es la nostalgia&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; El sufrimiento de &lt;strong&gt;recordar&lt;/strong&gt; algo que tuviste, ya &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; tenés, &lt;strong&gt;ni&lt;/strong&gt; vas a tener. La nostalgia es un &lt;strong&gt;viaje &lt;/strong&gt;al &lt;em&gt;pasado&lt;/em&gt;, a la niñez, al recuerdo de alguien que ya &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; está. En otoño los &lt;strong&gt;colores &lt;/strong&gt;empiezan a &lt;strong&gt;morir&lt;/strong&gt;. En otoño la vida se ve &lt;em&gt;detrás&lt;/em&gt; de una ventana. En el otoño uno &lt;strong&gt;quisiera &lt;/strong&gt;estar en &lt;em&gt;otra&lt;/em&gt; parte. El otoño vuelve todo&lt;strong&gt; tan&lt;/strong&gt;, tan… &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;osé &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;uís &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;erales. El viento, la &lt;em&gt;lluvia&lt;/em&gt;, Perales y la &lt;em&gt;nostalgia&lt;/em&gt; lo confirman amigos, llegó el &lt;strong&gt;otoño&lt;/strong&gt;. Y otro tema bien meloso para &lt;strong&gt;este&lt;/strong&gt; otoño, ‘&lt;em&gt;Invierno&lt;/em&gt;’ de &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eik. Algo adelantado, sí, pero bueno. El otoño&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;avisa&lt;/em&gt; que se &lt;em&gt;viene&lt;/em&gt; el &lt;strong&gt;invierno&lt;/strong&gt;. El otoño &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; es un videoclip de &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ontaner&lt;strong&gt; ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Ok&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Ni es una propaganda de chocolate, con una pareja feliz, &lt;em&gt;enamorada&lt;/em&gt;, que se &lt;strong&gt;aman&lt;/strong&gt;, se &lt;strong&gt;besan&lt;/strong&gt;, ella es &lt;strong&gt;mona&lt;/strong&gt;, él es un &lt;strong&gt;bombón&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt; no&lt;/em&gt; es así. El otoño es la &lt;strong&gt;vejez&lt;/strong&gt; del año, es el &lt;strong&gt;ocaso&lt;/strong&gt; de los&lt;em&gt; sueños&lt;/em&gt;, es una &lt;strong&gt;porquería&lt;/strong&gt;. El &lt;em&gt;otoño&lt;/em&gt;, oh el otoño. &lt;strong&gt;Nos&lt;/strong&gt; invade una &lt;em&gt;angustia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inexplicable&lt;/strong&gt;, estamos como peluquero sin cepillo, &lt;strong&gt;perdidos&lt;/strong&gt;. El otoño&lt;strong&gt; llega&lt;/strong&gt; y va invadiéndonos poco a poco &lt;strong&gt;enfriándonos&lt;/strong&gt; el &lt;em&gt;alma&lt;/em&gt; y los &lt;em&gt;sueños&lt;/em&gt;. El otoño nos &lt;strong&gt;encierra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; dentro&lt;/em&gt; de nuestra casa y&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;dentro de &lt;strong&gt;nuestra&lt;/strong&gt; alma. En otoño &lt;strong&gt;todo&lt;/strong&gt; muere, falta&lt;strong&gt; tanto&lt;/strong&gt; para que vuelva a renacer. El otoño es como el &lt;strong&gt;bucle&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt; ni&lt;/em&gt; lacio, &lt;em&gt;ni&lt;/em&gt; rulo, es algo&lt;strong&gt; indefinido&lt;/strong&gt;. Terminó el calor pero &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; llegó el frío. El otoño huele a &lt;strong&gt;amenaza,&lt;/strong&gt; es una brisa fría que presagia dolores. El año&lt;strong&gt; termina&lt;/strong&gt; cuando&lt;strong&gt; empieza&lt;/strong&gt; el otoño, es época de balance, y lo primero que &lt;strong&gt;uno&lt;/strong&gt; cuenta es el debe. El otoño &lt;em&gt;desconcierta&lt;/em&gt;, el otoño nos pone en &lt;strong&gt;aprietos&lt;/strong&gt;. Por algo &lt;strong&gt;dicen&lt;/strong&gt; que la &lt;strong&gt;primavera&lt;/strong&gt; es el &lt;em&gt;nacimiento&lt;/em&gt;, el &lt;strong&gt;verano&lt;/strong&gt; la &lt;em&gt;vida&lt;/em&gt;, el &lt;strong&gt;otoño&lt;/strong&gt; la &lt;em&gt;agonía&lt;/em&gt; y el &lt;strong&gt;invierno&lt;/strong&gt; es la &lt;em&gt;muerte&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1238648598045340272?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1238648598045340272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1238648598045340272' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1238648598045340272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1238648598045340272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/parece-que-llego-el-otono.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1135718658990204647</id><published>2009-05-09T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:09:41.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A veces da &lt;strong&gt;julepe &lt;/strong&gt;abrir los ojos, porque &lt;em&gt;por ahí&lt;/em&gt; los abrís y ves&lt;strong&gt; todo&lt;/strong&gt; patas para arriba. Y &lt;strong&gt;eso&lt;/strong&gt; es lo que en verdad da &lt;strong&gt;miedo&lt;/strong&gt;, los &lt;em&gt;cambios&lt;/em&gt;. Como un&lt;strong&gt; chico&lt;/strong&gt; que juega a las escondidas &lt;strong&gt;tapándose&lt;/strong&gt; los ojitos &lt;strong&gt;creyendo&lt;/strong&gt; que así &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; lo ven. Uno, a veces, &lt;strong&gt;cierra&lt;/strong&gt; los ojos como si así fueran a &lt;strong&gt;desaparecer&lt;/strong&gt; los problemas. Como si &lt;em&gt;muerto&lt;/em&gt; el cartero fueran a &lt;em&gt;desaparecer&lt;/em&gt; las cartas fuleras. &lt;strong&gt;Uno &lt;/strong&gt;se &lt;em&gt;hace&lt;/em&gt; el perro que tumbó la olla, como si el&lt;strong&gt; dolor&lt;/strong&gt; que siente &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; existiera. Uno &lt;strong&gt;detesta&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;ama&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;em&gt;esa&lt;/em&gt; persona, o a&lt;em&gt; ese&lt;/em&gt; espejo, que te canta las cuarenta. Uno&lt;strong&gt; detesta&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;ama&lt;/strong&gt; a quien &lt;strong&gt;abre&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;tus&lt;/em&gt; ojos. Abrir los ojos tiene gusto a membrillo con queso, es &lt;strong&gt;agridulce&lt;/strong&gt;. Por un lado, &lt;em&gt;como&lt;/em&gt; que se &lt;strong&gt;pierde&lt;/strong&gt; la&lt;em&gt; magia&lt;/em&gt;. Pero por el otro, se&lt;strong&gt; sale&lt;/strong&gt; del engaño. A veces lo que tenemos que ver es &lt;strong&gt;tan&lt;/strong&gt; horrible, que preferimos hacer la &lt;em&gt;vista&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gorda&lt;/strong&gt;, cerrar la tranquera, y &lt;strong&gt;vivir&lt;/strong&gt; en una cajita de&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cristal&lt;/em&gt;. Y &lt;strong&gt;otras&lt;/strong&gt; veces la &lt;em&gt;burbuja&lt;/em&gt; se &lt;strong&gt;pincha&lt;/strong&gt;, y &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; queda otra que &lt;strong&gt;abrir&lt;/strong&gt; los ojos, y &lt;strong&gt;mirar&lt;/strong&gt; los que &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;queremos ver. El &lt;strong&gt;corazón &lt;/strong&gt;se nos&lt;em&gt; estruja&lt;/em&gt; y nos quedamos &lt;strong&gt;sin&lt;/strong&gt; aire, ahogados. &lt;strong&gt;Duele&lt;/strong&gt; abrir los ojos. Es como &lt;strong&gt;salir &lt;/strong&gt;de la &lt;strong&gt;oscuridad&lt;/strong&gt;, que la luz te&lt;strong&gt; enceguece&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ojos &lt;/em&gt;que &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; ven, &lt;em&gt;corazón &lt;/em&gt;que&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt; siente.&lt;strong&gt; Mejor&lt;/strong&gt; mirar para &lt;strong&gt;otro&lt;/strong&gt; lado, dicen. Meter la cabeza &lt;strong&gt;abajo&lt;/strong&gt; de la tierra como hace el avestruz. Pero para que&lt;strong&gt; algo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;cambie&lt;/em&gt; hay que &lt;strong&gt;romper&lt;/strong&gt; la burbuja, hay que &lt;strong&gt;salir &lt;/strong&gt;de la cajita de &lt;em&gt;cristal&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Abrir&lt;/strong&gt; los ojos y&lt;strong&gt; animarse&lt;/strong&gt; a ver. &lt;strong&gt;Aunque&lt;/strong&gt; lo que haya para ver te &lt;strong&gt;estruje&lt;/strong&gt; el &lt;em&gt;corazón&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1135718658990204647?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1135718658990204647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1135718658990204647' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1135718658990204647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1135718658990204647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/veces-da-julepe-abrir-los-ojos-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-35785064955070105</id><published>2009-05-09T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:56:25.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgXe1Pw_VAI/AAAAAAAABRs/3_8omZKykN4/s1600-h/100_1509-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333914340036662274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgXe1Pw_VAI/AAAAAAAABRs/3_8omZKykN4/s320/100_1509-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La &lt;strong&gt;fuerza&lt;/strong&gt; del &lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt; te puede &lt;strong&gt;transformar&lt;/strong&gt; en alguien que &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sos. La persona&lt;strong&gt; más&lt;/strong&gt; buena e &lt;em&gt;ingenua&lt;/em&gt;, se puede &lt;strong&gt;transformar&lt;/strong&gt; en la persona más mala y &lt;em&gt;sádica&lt;/em&gt;. El &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; resentido, puede levantar &lt;em&gt;hasta &lt;/em&gt;un muerto. Tiene esa fuerza obscura. Ese vídeo que&lt;em&gt; vimos&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;son los chicos en &lt;strong&gt;peligro&lt;/strong&gt;, es lo que la &lt;strong&gt;fuerza &lt;/strong&gt;del &lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;puede&lt;/strong&gt; hacer con &lt;strong&gt;ellos&lt;/strong&gt;. El amor &lt;em&gt;desbordado&lt;/em&gt;. Del amor, también &lt;strong&gt;puede&lt;/strong&gt; nacer el &lt;strong&gt;rencor&lt;/strong&gt;, y del &lt;em&gt;rencor&lt;/em&gt;, el &lt;strong&gt;odio&lt;/strong&gt;, y del &lt;em&gt;odio&lt;/em&gt;, la &lt;strong&gt;venganza&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Conoces &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ting&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Bueno, él dijo &lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;El &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;te puede&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;arreglar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;la vida o&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;romperte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; el corazón&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;. Para &lt;strong&gt;bien&lt;/strong&gt; o para &lt;strong&gt;mal.&lt;/strong&gt; El amor &lt;em&gt;nos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transforma&lt;/strong&gt;, por eso hay que tenerle un &lt;strong&gt;poco&lt;/strong&gt; de respeto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-35785064955070105?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/35785064955070105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=35785064955070105' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/35785064955070105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/35785064955070105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-fuerza-del-amor-te-puede-transformar.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgXe1Pw_VAI/AAAAAAAABRs/3_8omZKykN4/s72-c/100_1509-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6505946385514923228</id><published>2009-05-08T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:09:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgUPsSIqPvI/AAAAAAAABRk/p2wsyhw7Y0Y/s1600-h/17_otra_vez_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333686587147042546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgUPsSIqPvI/AAAAAAAABRk/p2wsyhw7Y0Y/s320/17_otra_vez_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La mejor, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;17 again (L)&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/5465882907468633229-6505946385514923228?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6505946385514923228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6505946385514923228' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6505946385514923228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6505946385514923228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-mejor-17-again-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgUPsSIqPvI/AAAAAAAABRk/p2wsyhw7Y0Y/s72-c/17_otra_vez_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-2188832004306687655</id><published>2009-05-05T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:54:14.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgDTHDKsK2I/AAAAAAAABRc/uP96q_Kb6us/s1600-h/100_1490-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332494076869356386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgDTHDKsK2I/AAAAAAAABRc/uP96q_Kb6us/s320/100_1490-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El &lt;strong&gt;rulo vuelve&lt;/strong&gt;. Por &lt;strong&gt;más&lt;/strong&gt; que uno intente &lt;em&gt;evitarlo&lt;/em&gt;, cuando &lt;strong&gt;uno &lt;/strong&gt;ama,&lt;em&gt; ama&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;¡&lt;/strong&gt;Ay&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; El amor es tan &lt;strong&gt;raro&lt;/strong&gt; a veces, tan&lt;strong&gt; inexplicable&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Nace de pronto&lt;/em&gt; y avanza y avanza... y &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que quiere el amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Ser &lt;strong&gt;correspondido&lt;/strong&gt;, eso quiere.&lt;strong&gt; ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se puede ser feliz viendo a la persona que uno ama enamorada de otra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se puede amar sin ser egoísta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;Yo &lt;strong&gt;creo&lt;/strong&gt; que empecé a &lt;strong&gt;entender &lt;/strong&gt;el amor cuando deje de ser &lt;strong&gt;egoísta&lt;/strong&gt;, cuando &lt;em&gt;empecé &lt;/em&gt;a hacer cosas &lt;strong&gt;sin&lt;/strong&gt; esperar &lt;em&gt;nada&lt;/em&gt; a cambio. Como por ejemplo hago cosas como estas. &lt;em&gt;Amar&lt;/em&gt; hace &lt;strong&gt;bien &lt;/strong&gt;pero a veces &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; alcanza. Uno &lt;strong&gt;necesita&lt;/strong&gt; algo&lt;em&gt; mas&lt;/em&gt;, necesita respuestas. &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que somos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Esa &lt;strong&gt;es&lt;/strong&gt; la &lt;em&gt;pregunta del millón&lt;/em&gt;. Tanto nos &lt;strong&gt;preocupamos&lt;/strong&gt; por &lt;em&gt;el &lt;/em&gt;que somos. &lt;strong&gt;Importa &lt;/strong&gt;realmente lo que &lt;em&gt;somos&lt;/em&gt; o importa lo que &lt;em&gt;sentimos &lt;/em&gt;y el &lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt; que tenemos por el &lt;strong&gt;otro&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Qué somos&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Podemos&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; la ex de alguien pero &lt;em&gt;eso&lt;/em&gt; no quiere decir que &lt;strong&gt;nuestro&lt;/strong&gt; amor sea ex, mi novio mi ex lo &lt;strong&gt;importante no&lt;/strong&gt; son las&lt;em&gt; palabras&lt;/em&gt;, lo importante es &lt;em&gt;otra&lt;/em&gt; cosa. Eso es lo que &lt;em&gt;vale&lt;/em&gt;, el &lt;strong&gt;sentimiento&lt;/strong&gt;, le &lt;em&gt;pongamos&lt;/em&gt; nombre o no, es lo &lt;strong&gt;único&lt;/strong&gt; que tiene sentido, &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; importa el &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Que somos&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;importa &lt;/em&gt;lo que &lt;strong&gt;sentimos.&lt;/strong&gt; Y lo que somos, &lt;em&gt;no se&lt;/em&gt; que somos, pero&lt;strong&gt; se&lt;/strong&gt; como nos &lt;strong&gt;queremos&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-2188832004306687655?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2188832004306687655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=2188832004306687655' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2188832004306687655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2188832004306687655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-rulo-vuelve.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgDTHDKsK2I/AAAAAAAABRc/uP96q_Kb6us/s72-c/100_1490-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1435375932206476791</id><published>2009-05-05T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:58:40.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Desde que nacemos aprendemos a ver y entender las cosas de una sola manera. Galileo Galilei afirmó que la tierra giraba alrededor del sol, y no al revés. Todo el mundo lo humilló. ¿Cómo podía afirmar semejante desatino? Si todos veían, claramente, que el sol era el que se movía y no la tierra. Muchos acusaron de loco a Colón cuando supuso que la tierra era redonda. Si todos veían claramente que la tierra era plana. En su época, le gente disfrutaba de los libros de Julio Verne, aunque para todos era un autor fantasioso. ¿A quién se le podía ocurrir, en aquel momento, que una nave podía viajar debajo del agua, o que se podía viajar a la luna? Pero cuando nos animamos a pensar diferente, aparecen soluciones diferentes. A veces, para llegar a algún lugar, hay que dar rodeos, ir y venir. En general, solo confiamos en nuestros ojos, cuando tenemos más sentidos. A veces no es viendo, sino tocando, oliendo, escuchando o degustando que se resuelve algo. Entendemos las palabras de una sola manera. Una eminencia es un hombre para todos. ¿Por qué una eminencia no puede ser una mujer? Dejar de lado la única manera que tenemos de ver el mundo... Bueno, de eso se trata el pensamiento lateral. Nada tiene una única solución. No todo es lo que vemos con los ojos. Por algo tenemos otros cuatro sentidos más. Simplemente tenemos que animarnos a usarlos, y aprender a ver. A ver con los otros sentidos. No todo es lo que vemos con los ojos, siempre hay más. Mucho &lt;strong&gt;más&lt;/strong&gt;. Simplemente, hay que aprender a ver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1435375932206476791?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1435375932206476791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1435375932206476791' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1435375932206476791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1435375932206476791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/desde-que-nacemos-aprendemos-ver-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7864252234377213840</id><published>2009-05-05T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:54:51.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgDRE4W8ROI/AAAAAAAABRU/inpcmF9fWJk/s1600-h/100_1489-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332491840584959202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgDRE4W8ROI/AAAAAAAABRU/inpcmF9fWJk/s320/100_1489-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Cómo empieza una guerra&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Todo empieza con una diferencia de criterios. &lt;strong&gt;Unos piensan una cosa, otros piensan otra&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero después, algunos quieren imponer su criterio y empiezan las discusiones. Y&lt;strong&gt; en un momento se deja de razonar&lt;/strong&gt;, y comienzan los enfrentamientos. Sólo resta tener a mano algo con lo que imponer un criterio a la fuerza, y no hace falta más. Ya se desató la guerra. &lt;em&gt;Una vez en guerra, sólo se puede desear algo de paz&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Nada da más paz que volver a casa. Volver a tu lugar, a tus olores, volver a la gente que amas y que te ama.&lt;/strong&gt; Eso da mucha paz. Todos los viajes en realidad son un viaje de regreso a casa.&lt;strong&gt; ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por qué los viajes nos cambian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por qué al volver de un viaje sentimos que no somos los mismos que antes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? El regreso a casa tiene una mezcla de melancolía y felicidad&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Melancolía por todo lo nuevo que dejamos atrás, y felicidad por volver a casa&lt;/em&gt;. Porque en casa... siempre hay &lt;strong&gt;algo de paz.&lt;/strong&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/5465882907468633229-7864252234377213840?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7864252234377213840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7864252234377213840' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7864252234377213840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7864252234377213840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-empieza-una-guerra-todo-empieza.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgDRE4W8ROI/AAAAAAAABRU/inpcmF9fWJk/s72-c/100_1489-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1592013603657955281</id><published>2009-05-03T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:35:55.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siento que siento, una y mil veces que nada es lo que parece. Siento que mienten, que no me entienden, no les importa o no me quieren.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1592013603657955281?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1592013603657955281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1592013603657955281' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1592013603657955281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1592013603657955281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/siento-que-siento-una-y-mil-veces-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-8560774281581747174</id><published>2009-05-03T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:34:15.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf5iCBt0YOI/AAAAAAAABRM/Fw1wuPh_XaI/s1600-h/100_1481-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806795813118178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf5iCBt0YOI/AAAAAAAABRM/Fw1wuPh_XaI/s320/100_1481-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;Me &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;duele&lt;/span&gt; en el alma sentir esta &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-8560774281581747174?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8560774281581747174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=8560774281581747174' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8560774281581747174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8560774281581747174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-duele-en-el-alma-sentir-esta-soledad.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf5iCBt0YOI/AAAAAAAABRM/Fw1wuPh_XaI/s72-c/100_1481-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-8165466199462332154</id><published>2009-05-03T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:09:50.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf5cTNrk8JI/AAAAAAAABRE/98P_g84PzT4/s1600-h/100_1506-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331800494012952722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf5cTNrk8JI/AAAAAAAABRE/98P_g84PzT4/s320/100_1506-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y ahora comprendo que&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SOLA&lt;/span&gt; estoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5465882907468633229-8165466199462332154?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8165466199462332154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=8165466199462332154' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8165466199462332154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8165466199462332154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-ahora-comprendo-que-sola-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf5cTNrk8JI/AAAAAAAABRE/98P_g84PzT4/s72-c/100_1506-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-2221962118044750758</id><published>2009-05-03T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:39:14.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf5BjxWTljI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EODLjGOflmQ/s1600-h/100_1471-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331771091651368498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf5BjxWTljI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EODLjGOflmQ/s320/100_1471-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busco&lt;/strong&gt; un &lt;em&gt;amor de pelicula&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sueño&lt;/strong&gt; con un &lt;em&gt;principe azul&lt;/em&gt;, aun&lt;strong&gt; creo&lt;/strong&gt; en los &lt;em&gt;cuentos de hadas&lt;/em&gt;. Y a &lt;strong&gt;ti&lt;/strong&gt; no te doy mas que &lt;strong&gt;nada&lt;/strong&gt;, me hablas y paresco ausente. &lt;em&gt;Dices&lt;/em&gt; que me &lt;strong&gt;amas&lt;/strong&gt; y no entiendo. Mi &lt;em&gt;maxima&lt;/em&gt; meta, es &lt;strong&gt;un amor&lt;/strong&gt; como Romeo y Julieta. &lt;em&gt;Romeo &lt;/em&gt;y&lt;em&gt; Julieta&lt;/em&gt;, una obra &lt;strong&gt;perfecta&lt;/strong&gt;, tu puedes ser mi &lt;em&gt;realidad&lt;/em&gt;, yo paresco ausente. &lt;strong&gt;Tu&lt;/strong&gt; seras mi presente, &lt;em&gt;este&lt;/em&gt; es el siglo veinte. Romeo y Julieta, una obra perfecta, tu puedes ser mi realidad. &lt;em&gt;Correr &lt;/em&gt;en las &lt;strong&gt;calles&lt;/strong&gt;, un &lt;em&gt;beso&lt;/em&gt; en el &lt;strong&gt;parque&lt;/strong&gt;, una &lt;em&gt;caricia&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;clandestina&lt;/strong&gt;. Busco la limpieza del &lt;em&gt;alma&lt;/em&gt;, un &lt;strong&gt;hombre&lt;/strong&gt; que no tenga &lt;strong&gt;malicia&lt;/strong&gt;, el &lt;em&gt;prototipo&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;alguien puro&lt;/strong&gt;. Por mas que &lt;em&gt;busque&lt;/em&gt;, que lo &lt;em&gt;encuentre&lt;/em&gt;, lo &lt;strong&gt;dudo&lt;/strong&gt;. Me dices que me quieres y lo &lt;em&gt;sientes&lt;/em&gt;, pero&lt;strong&gt; siempre&lt;/strong&gt; creo que &lt;em&gt;mientes&lt;/em&gt;. Comienzo ya a &lt;strong&gt;vivir&lt;/strong&gt; mi momento, mi &lt;em&gt;juventud&lt;/em&gt; no perdona el &lt;strong&gt;tiempo&lt;/strong&gt;. Romeo y Julieta, &lt;em&gt;una&lt;/em&gt; obra perfecta, , yo paresco &lt;strong&gt;ausente&lt;/strong&gt;. Tu seras &lt;em&gt;mi &lt;/em&gt;presente, este es el siglo veinte. Romeo y Julieta, una obra perfecta, tu &lt;strong&gt;puedes&lt;/strong&gt; ser mi realidad. Correr en las calles,&lt;em&gt; un&lt;/em&gt; beso en el parque, &lt;strong&gt;una &lt;/strong&gt;caricia clandestina. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&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/5465882907468633229-2221962118044750758?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2221962118044750758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=2221962118044750758' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2221962118044750758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2221962118044750758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/busco-un-amor-de-pelicula-sueno-con-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf5BjxWTljI/AAAAAAAABQ8/EODLjGOflmQ/s72-c/100_1471-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1036765692791283912</id><published>2009-05-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:07:37.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Si cumplias con la tarifa, tenias tu pedacito de cielo, cuatro besos, medio kilo de amor, dos abrazos y un litro de sudor. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Una abarroteria de amor&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/5465882907468633229-1036765692791283912?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1036765692791283912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1036765692791283912' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1036765692791283912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1036765692791283912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-cumplias-con-la-tarifa-tenias-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-5144286564632239314</id><published>2009-05-03T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:01:23.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esos besos que me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;diste, no se olvidan.&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/5465882907468633229-5144286564632239314?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5144286564632239314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=5144286564632239314' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5144286564632239314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5144286564632239314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/esos-besos-que-me-diste-no-se-olvidan.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-4706128449040874656</id><published>2009-05-03T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:59:04.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf48kO8vFMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/eLG23kx-1MY/s1600-h/100_1464-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331765602039043266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf48kO8vFMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/eLG23kx-1MY/s320/100_1464-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; es &lt;em&gt;fácil &lt;/em&gt;notar cuando &lt;strong&gt;sientes&lt;/strong&gt; que la relación llega a su &lt;strong&gt;fin&lt;/strong&gt;, que &lt;em&gt;no &lt;/em&gt;hay más &lt;strong&gt;esperanzas&lt;/strong&gt; ni &lt;strong&gt;oportunidades&lt;/strong&gt;, que la &lt;em&gt;magia&lt;/em&gt; se &lt;strong&gt;perdió&lt;/strong&gt;, que la &lt;em&gt;ilusión&lt;/em&gt; se &lt;strong&gt;acabó&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo que &lt;em&gt;te &lt;/em&gt;ha hecho &lt;strong&gt;cambiar&lt;/strong&gt;, si &lt;strong&gt;hay&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;otra&lt;/em&gt; persona, o simplemente que la &lt;em&gt;distancia&lt;/em&gt; venció a este &lt;strong&gt;gran&lt;/strong&gt; amor que un día &lt;em&gt;sentiste&lt;/em&gt; por &lt;strong&gt;mi&lt;/strong&gt;, pero has &lt;em&gt;cambiado&lt;/em&gt;, no eres el &lt;strong&gt;mismo&lt;/strong&gt; y lo &lt;em&gt;sé&lt;/em&gt;...no puedo aceptarlo, pero&lt;strong&gt; tendré&lt;/strong&gt; que hacerlo. No dejo de &lt;em&gt;llorar&lt;/em&gt; porque yo sé que &lt;strong&gt;jamás&lt;/strong&gt; te &lt;em&gt;olvidaré&lt;/em&gt;, no te he &lt;em&gt;perdido&lt;/em&gt; todavía pero me siento igual, sé que me &lt;strong&gt;dejarás&lt;/strong&gt; dentro de poco, no puedo asimilar que&lt;strong&gt; toda&lt;/strong&gt; nuestra &lt;em&gt;historia &lt;/em&gt;vaya a &lt;strong&gt;terminar&lt;/strong&gt;. Si miro a mi alrededor, todo &lt;strong&gt;mi&lt;/strong&gt; mundo&lt;em&gt; gira&lt;/em&gt; entorno de &lt;strong&gt;ti&lt;/strong&gt;, todo me hace &lt;em&gt;recordarte&lt;/em&gt;, recordar todos los &lt;strong&gt;momentos &lt;/strong&gt;que vivimos, nuestros &lt;strong&gt;paseos&lt;/strong&gt;, nuestras &lt;strong&gt;conversaciones&lt;/strong&gt;...en fin todo...me &lt;em&gt;cambiaste la vida&lt;/em&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;acabar&lt;/strong&gt; con mis propios &lt;strong&gt;sentimientos&lt;/strong&gt;...y &lt;em&gt;matarlos uno a uno&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-4706128449040874656?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4706128449040874656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=4706128449040874656' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4706128449040874656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4706128449040874656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-es-facil-notar-cuando-sientes-que-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf48kO8vFMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/eLG23kx-1MY/s72-c/100_1464-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-2021236894352416358</id><published>2009-05-02T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:59:06.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf0hM3XF82I/AAAAAAAABQs/YQKOj43cowo/s1600-h/100_1467-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331454038779491170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf0hM3XF82I/AAAAAAAABQs/YQKOj43cowo/s320/100_1467-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;lejandro, filósofo del siglo&lt;em&gt; pasado&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;afirmo&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;strong&gt;todo&lt;/strong&gt; lo que hacemos en la vida, lo hacemos para &lt;em&gt;seducir&lt;/em&gt;. Seducir a&lt;em&gt; alguien&lt;/em&gt;, es&lt;strong&gt; lograr&lt;/strong&gt; que desee lo que uno &lt;strong&gt;quiere &lt;/strong&gt;que desee. Seducir es &lt;em&gt;incentivar&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; estimular&lt;/em&gt;, provocar el &lt;em&gt;deseo&lt;/em&gt; en el &lt;strong&gt;otro&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Muchos&lt;/em&gt; esperan en silencio detectar &lt;strong&gt;una&lt;/strong&gt; señal en el &lt;strong&gt;ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amado&lt;/em&gt;, esperan ser&lt;em&gt; deseados&lt;/em&gt;. A otros, lo que los seduce es sentirse &lt;strong&gt;deseados&lt;/strong&gt;. A&lt;em&gt; otros&lt;/em&gt; nos seduce lo&lt;strong&gt; opuesto&lt;/strong&gt;, sentirse &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; deseados. A otros los seduce lo&lt;strong&gt; prohibido&lt;/strong&gt;, lo &lt;strong&gt;imposible&lt;/strong&gt;, lo que&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt; pueden tener &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Existe &lt;em&gt;una&lt;/em&gt; sola manera de seducir&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Es posible seducir a alguien que&lt;em&gt; no&lt;/em&gt; nos desea&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Alcanza con la seducción para el &lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Si se desea lo que &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; se tiene, cuando se tiene &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Se sigue deseando&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Tendrán algún efecto las '&lt;em&gt;técnicas de seducción&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Todo&lt;/em&gt; un tema el de la seducción &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Nunca te paso que &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sabes como hacer para que la &lt;strong&gt;otra&lt;/strong&gt; persona se de cuenta de lo que te pasa &lt;strong&gt;sin &lt;/strong&gt;echar a perder esa relación&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Para seducir hay que &lt;strong&gt;tener &lt;/strong&gt;la &lt;em&gt;paciencia&lt;/em&gt; del pescador. Saber &lt;strong&gt;esperar&lt;/strong&gt; el momento &lt;em&gt;exacto&lt;/em&gt;. Yo creo que tal ves la mejor técnica sea &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; tener técnicas. Pero &lt;em&gt;guiándonos&lt;/em&gt; a través de la &lt;strong&gt;intuición&lt;/strong&gt; seguramente sea &lt;strong&gt;más&lt;/strong&gt; fácil que a través de la &lt;em&gt;razón&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Tanto&lt;/strong&gt; especular le juega en &lt;strong&gt;contra&lt;/strong&gt; a la seducción. La&lt;strong&gt; intuición&lt;/strong&gt;, en cambio, nos abre &lt;strong&gt;nuevas&lt;/strong&gt; puertas, nos da&lt;strong&gt; nuevas&lt;/strong&gt; llaves.&lt;strong&gt; Uno&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pretende&lt;/em&gt; que sueñen con nosotros, queremos ser el&lt;strong&gt; único&lt;/strong&gt; en la vida del otro, pero &lt;strong&gt;solo&lt;/strong&gt; se puede aspirar a ser el &lt;em&gt;elegido&lt;/em&gt;. Seducir tiene sus &lt;strong&gt;vueltas&lt;/strong&gt;. A veces, el amor muere cuando damos nuestro &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; por sentado, y renace cuando &lt;em&gt;sienten&lt;/em&gt; que pueden &lt;strong&gt;perderlo.&lt;/strong&gt; Nos preocupa &lt;strong&gt;mucho&lt;/strong&gt; que no halla terceros dando &lt;strong&gt;vueltas&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero a veces, esos terceros ayudan a la seducción, la &lt;strong&gt;encienden&lt;/strong&gt;. El &lt;em&gt;mayor&lt;/em&gt; riesgo de un seductor, es caer &lt;strong&gt;seducido&lt;/strong&gt;. Ahí se vuelve&lt;strong&gt; torpe&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;predecible&lt;/em&gt;. El riesgo de un seducido es su &lt;em&gt;inseguridad&lt;/em&gt; que puede &lt;strong&gt;llevarlo&lt;/strong&gt; a cometer &lt;em&gt;ciertas&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;torpezas&lt;/strong&gt;. Uno&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt; sabe por que &lt;strong&gt;ama&lt;/strong&gt;, ni &lt;strong&gt;por qué&lt;/strong&gt; es amado. Seducir tal ves sea simplemente &lt;strong&gt;ayudar&lt;/strong&gt; un poquito a &lt;em&gt;esa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magia&lt;/strong&gt; que ocurre, sin que sepamos bien &lt;strong&gt;cómo&lt;/strong&gt; ocurre, ni &lt;strong&gt;por qué&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-2021236894352416358?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2021236894352416358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=2021236894352416358' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2021236894352416358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/2021236894352416358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/lejandro-filosofo-del-siglo-pasado.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sf0hM3XF82I/AAAAAAAABQs/YQKOj43cowo/s72-c/100_1467-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6802800833870078524</id><published>2009-05-02T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:11:27.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfyamANuShI/AAAAAAAABQk/I_oyLySF1uU/s1600-h/100_1500-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331306036583090706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfyamANuShI/AAAAAAAABQk/I_oyLySF1uU/s320/100_1500-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; lastimas, pero &lt;strong&gt;lejos&lt;/strong&gt; tuyo &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; consigo ser &lt;strong&gt;feliz.&lt;/strong&gt; Me haces &lt;em&gt;daño&lt;/em&gt;, pero vuelvo &lt;strong&gt;siempre&lt;/strong&gt; como un perro fiel a &lt;em&gt;ti&lt;/em&gt;. Me &lt;strong&gt;levantas &lt;/strong&gt;y me &lt;strong&gt;tiras&lt;/strong&gt;, me &lt;strong&gt;rebotas&lt;/strong&gt;, me &lt;strong&gt;castigas&lt;/strong&gt;, me &lt;strong&gt;perdonas&lt;/strong&gt;, me &lt;strong&gt;golpeas&lt;/strong&gt;, me &lt;strong&gt;acaricias&lt;/strong&gt;, me &lt;strong&gt;rechazas&lt;/strong&gt; y me &lt;strong&gt;abrigas&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-6802800833870078524?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6802800833870078524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6802800833870078524' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6802800833870078524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6802800833870078524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-lastimas-pero-lejos-tuyo-no-consigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfyamANuShI/AAAAAAAABQk/I_oyLySF1uU/s72-c/100_1500-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6989065663563962831</id><published>2009-05-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:49:34.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un día más&lt;/em&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;soñar&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;un día más&lt;/em&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;sentir&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;un día más&lt;/em&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;elegir&lt;/strong&gt; con quién &lt;strong&gt;vivir&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Un día más&lt;/em&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;buscar&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;un día más&lt;/em&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;encontrar&lt;/strong&gt; el mapa del &lt;strong&gt;tesoro &lt;/strong&gt;que me diste &lt;em&gt;un año atrás&lt;/em&gt;. Si no siento que &lt;strong&gt;tú alma&lt;/strong&gt; se desboca, si&lt;em&gt; no&lt;/em&gt; llego con &lt;em&gt;mi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;beso&lt;/strong&gt; hasta &lt;em&gt;tú&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;boca&lt;/strong&gt;. Si me &lt;em&gt;pierdo&lt;/em&gt; y al tesoro de &lt;strong&gt;este&lt;/strong&gt; cuento &lt;em&gt;nunca&lt;/em&gt; llego, nunca &lt;strong&gt;encuentro&lt;/strong&gt; en tí. Me iré de&lt;strong&gt; aquí&lt;/strong&gt;, me iré &lt;strong&gt;sin tí&lt;/strong&gt;, y no &lt;em&gt;habrá&lt;/em&gt; un lugar en este &lt;strong&gt;mundo&lt;/strong&gt; para estar, si ya me &lt;em&gt;despedí&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://www.sitiodeletras.com/mostrar.php?lid=33644166&amp;amp;artista=Casi%20Angeles&amp;amp;titulo=Un%20dia%20mas"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un día más&lt;/em&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;esperar&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;un día más&lt;/em&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;entregar&lt;/strong&gt;, y &lt;em&gt;un día más&lt;/em&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;robarte&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;el corazón&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Un día más&lt;/em&gt; sin &lt;strong&gt;entender&lt;/strong&gt;, porque &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; duermo entre &lt;strong&gt;tú piel&lt;/strong&gt;, y me despierto &lt;strong&gt;sin&lt;/strong&gt; saber &lt;em&gt;dónde estarás&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/5465882907468633229-6989065663563962831?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6989065663563962831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6989065663563962831' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6989065663563962831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6989065663563962831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-dia-mas-para-sonar-un-dia-mas-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-822383199167695893</id><published>2009-05-01T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:30:22.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftNY3e8-oI/AAAAAAAABQc/ZJed410YGIM/s1600-h/n1165914327_319916_7044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330939673529088642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftNY3e8-oI/AAAAAAAABQc/ZJed410YGIM/s320/n1165914327_319916_7044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dónde&lt;/strong&gt; quedó el &lt;strong&gt;niño&lt;/strong&gt; aquel, que ayer &lt;em&gt;soñaba&lt;/em&gt; con crecer, y &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; el &lt;em&gt;héroe más valiente&lt;/em&gt;. Dónde &lt;strong&gt;quedo&lt;/strong&gt; el niño &lt;strong&gt;aquel&lt;/strong&gt;, que &lt;em&gt;ayer&lt;/em&gt; soñaba con &lt;em&gt;crecer&lt;/em&gt;, y a &lt;strong&gt;su monstruo podía vencer&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-822383199167695893?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/822383199167695893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=822383199167695893' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/822383199167695893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/822383199167695893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/donde-quedo-el-nino-aquel-que-ayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftNY3e8-oI/AAAAAAAABQc/ZJed410YGIM/s72-c/n1165914327_319916_7044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-8068725561397791589</id><published>2009-05-01T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:22:03.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftJ7ZMugFI/AAAAAAAABQU/uXcr7ni9dt8/s1600-h/100_1348-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330935868648489042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftJ7ZMugFI/AAAAAAAABQU/uXcr7ni9dt8/s320/100_1348-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siento &lt;/strong&gt;lo &lt;em&gt;mismo&lt;/em&gt;, me pasan &lt;em&gt;cosas&lt;/em&gt; que son tan &lt;strong&gt;tontas,&lt;/strong&gt; que son tan &lt;strong&gt;locas&lt;/strong&gt;. Siento un &lt;em&gt;vacío&lt;/em&gt; que no se llena, y siento&lt;strong&gt; frío&lt;/strong&gt; y mucha &lt;strong&gt;pena&lt;/strong&gt;. Soy la que &lt;strong&gt;puedo&lt;/strong&gt;, la que me &lt;strong&gt;dejan&lt;/strong&gt;, la que se &lt;strong&gt;estrella&lt;/strong&gt;, la que se &lt;strong&gt;aleja&lt;/strong&gt;. Si estás tan&lt;em&gt; solo&lt;/em&gt; te doy &lt;em&gt;mis&lt;/em&gt; alas, &lt;strong&gt;volemos juntos&lt;/strong&gt; y habrá un &lt;em&gt;mañana.&lt;/em&gt; Siento que &lt;em&gt;siento&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;una&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;mil&lt;/strong&gt; veces que &lt;em&gt;nada &lt;/em&gt;es lo que &lt;strong&gt;parece&lt;/strong&gt;. Siento que &lt;strong&gt;mienten&lt;/strong&gt;, que &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; me &lt;strong&gt;entienden&lt;/strong&gt;, no les &lt;em&gt;importa&lt;/em&gt; o no me &lt;em&gt;quieren&lt;/em&gt;. Es tan &lt;strong&gt;difícil&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; comprendas, &lt;strong&gt;soy&lt;/strong&gt; una rara mezcla de &lt;strong&gt;estrellas&lt;/strong&gt;. Yo te &lt;em&gt;prometo&lt;/em&gt;, que iré a &lt;strong&gt;buscarte&lt;/strong&gt; cuando yo crezca, &lt;em&gt;no será tarde&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-8068725561397791589?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8068725561397791589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=8068725561397791589' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8068725561397791589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8068725561397791589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/siento-lo-mismo-me-pasan-cosas-que-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftJ7ZMugFI/AAAAAAAABQU/uXcr7ni9dt8/s72-c/100_1348-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6240491845852706046</id><published>2009-05-01T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:09:19.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftIPoRxsgI/AAAAAAAABQM/by9y420Q0hc/s1600-h/100_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330934017270329858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftIPoRxsgI/AAAAAAAABQM/by9y420Q0hc/s320/100_1399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dame&lt;/strong&gt; un sólo &lt;strong&gt;momento &lt;/strong&gt;y te diré &lt;em&gt;lo que siento&lt;/em&gt;, ya perdí &lt;strong&gt;tanto&lt;/strong&gt; tiempo sin&lt;em&gt; tú&lt;/em&gt; amor. Dame un &lt;strong&gt;sólo&lt;/strong&gt; momento que &lt;em&gt;esta vez&lt;/em&gt; sólo intento&lt;strong&gt; entender&lt;/strong&gt; el &lt;em&gt;destiempo&lt;/em&gt; de tú amor. Y pasan &lt;strong&gt;mil días&lt;/strong&gt;, pasan &lt;strong&gt;historias&lt;/strong&gt;, y pasan &lt;strong&gt;besos&lt;/strong&gt; con tú memoria. &lt;strong&gt;Una vez más&lt;/strong&gt; para &lt;em&gt;llorar &lt;/em&gt;lo que perdimos, &lt;strong&gt;una vez más&lt;/strong&gt; para &lt;em&gt;entender&lt;/em&gt; por qué lo hicimos, &lt;strong&gt;una vez más&lt;/strong&gt; para &lt;em&gt;los besos&lt;/em&gt; que no dimos, &lt;strong&gt;Una vez más&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;vuelve&lt;/em&gt; conmigo. Dame sólo &lt;strong&gt;ese&lt;/strong&gt; beso que espero tanto &lt;em&gt;tiempo&lt;/em&gt;, y sabrás &lt;strong&gt;cómo&lt;/strong&gt; siento este amor. Dame&lt;em&gt; hoy&lt;/em&gt; tú mirada &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; me dejes sin nada, porque&lt;strong&gt; sé&lt;/strong&gt; que me &lt;em&gt;muero de dolor.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-6240491845852706046?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6240491845852706046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6240491845852706046' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6240491845852706046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6240491845852706046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/dame-un-solo-momento-y-te-dire-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftIPoRxsgI/AAAAAAAABQM/by9y420Q0hc/s72-c/100_1399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3242449936364604012</id><published>2009-05-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:59:42.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftGaZsSzJI/AAAAAAAABQE/2vi-PL3smNc/s1600-h/3061_1145130946220_1165914327_403592_4621946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932003310324882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftGaZsSzJI/AAAAAAAABQE/2vi-PL3smNc/s320/3061_1145130946220_1165914327_403592_4621946_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Te lo juro, que lloró, y luego... te reemplazó sin ningún dolor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-3242449936364604012?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3242449936364604012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3242449936364604012' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3242449936364604012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3242449936364604012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-lo-juro-que-lloro-y-luego.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SftGaZsSzJI/AAAAAAAABQE/2vi-PL3smNc/s72-c/3061_1145130946220_1165914327_403592_4621946_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-485825667490857677</id><published>2009-05-01T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:55:54.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sabes a donde vas, &lt;em&gt;cualquier&lt;/em&gt; camino puede servir. Dan &lt;strong&gt;miedo&lt;/strong&gt; los cruces de caminos. Da &lt;strong&gt;miedo &lt;/strong&gt;partir. Da &lt;strong&gt;miedo&lt;/strong&gt; volver. Las &lt;em&gt;preguntas&lt;/em&gt;, las&lt;em&gt; respuestas&lt;/em&gt; dan &lt;strong&gt;miedo&lt;/strong&gt;. Si &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sabes hacia&lt;em&gt; donde&lt;/em&gt; vas lo mejor es dejarte llevar, como &lt;strong&gt;flotando&lt;/strong&gt; en el viento. A veces hay que &lt;em&gt;desprenderse&lt;/em&gt; del equipaje y como una pluma dejarse &lt;strong&gt;llevar&lt;/strong&gt; por el viento como decía el poeta González Tanio para que a &lt;strong&gt;cada &lt;/strong&gt;paso, un &lt;em&gt;pasaje&lt;/em&gt;, una &lt;em&gt;emoción&lt;/em&gt; o una &lt;em&gt;contrariedad &lt;/em&gt;nos reconcilien con la &lt;strong&gt;vida&lt;/strong&gt; pequeña y con su &lt;strong&gt;muerte&lt;/strong&gt; pequeña, para que un día nos &lt;strong&gt;queden&lt;/strong&gt; unos cuantos recuerdos. Para &lt;strong&gt;poder&lt;/strong&gt; decir estuve en tal &lt;em&gt;recodo&lt;/em&gt;. Para &lt;strong&gt;poder&lt;/strong&gt; decir, estuve en tal &lt;em&gt;pasión&lt;/em&gt;. Para &lt;strong&gt;poder&lt;/strong&gt; decir que estuve en tal pueblo&lt;em&gt; fantasma&lt;/em&gt;, en tal &lt;em&gt;amistad&lt;/em&gt; haciendo &lt;strong&gt;tal&lt;/strong&gt; cosa. Para &lt;strong&gt;poder&lt;/strong&gt; decir YO estuve ahí. Para &lt;strong&gt;poder&lt;/strong&gt; hacer todo eso es &lt;em&gt;necesario &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; temerle a partir ni a volver. Porque&lt;strong&gt; estamos&lt;/strong&gt; en una encrucijada de&lt;strong&gt; caminos&lt;/strong&gt; que parten y que vuelven, si &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; sabemos hacia donde ir hay que &lt;em&gt;dejarse&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;llevar&lt;/em&gt; por el viento. El viento&lt;strong&gt; lleva&lt;/strong&gt; y a la vez te&lt;strong&gt; trae&lt;/strong&gt;. El viento nos puede llevar a lugares &lt;em&gt;insospechados&lt;/em&gt;. Flotando en el &lt;strong&gt;aire&lt;/strong&gt; están &lt;strong&gt;todas&lt;/strong&gt; las preguntas y &lt;strong&gt;todas&lt;/strong&gt; las respuestas. Flotando en el viento, &lt;em&gt;iremos&lt;/em&gt; a donde &lt;strong&gt;debemos&lt;/strong&gt; ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-485825667490857677?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/485825667490857677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=485825667490857677' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/485825667490857677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/485825667490857677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-no-sabes-donde-vas-cualquier.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3108057202150667822</id><published>2009-05-01T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:36:37.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sfs_v0kSWoI/AAAAAAAABP8/CSxQ9fNanh0/s1600-h/100_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924674720356994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sfs_v0kSWoI/AAAAAAAABP8/CSxQ9fNanh0/s320/100_1337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era&lt;/strong&gt; un día más &lt;strong&gt;sin vos&lt;/strong&gt;, donde &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; brillaba el sol. Me puse a recordar tú &lt;strong&gt;dulce amor&lt;/strong&gt; y entre &lt;em&gt;fotos&lt;/em&gt; y &lt;em&gt;canciones&lt;/em&gt; te escribí con el &lt;strong&gt;corazón&lt;/strong&gt;. Era un &lt;strong&gt;día más&lt;/strong&gt; sin fe, yo &lt;em&gt;soñaba&lt;/em&gt; con &lt;strong&gt;volver&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero no me anime &lt;em&gt;nunca &lt;/em&gt;a llamar, y en un &lt;strong&gt;río de emociones&lt;/strong&gt; otra vez me puse a &lt;strong&gt;llorar&lt;/strong&gt;. Y &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; puse a &lt;em&gt;pensar&lt;/em&gt; en vos, en &lt;strong&gt;esos&lt;/strong&gt; días en que &lt;em&gt;todo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;estaba&lt;/em&gt; bien entre &lt;strong&gt;los dos&lt;/strong&gt;. Con vos. En esos días en que &lt;strong&gt;yo&lt;/strong&gt; tenía &lt;em&gt;tú &lt;/em&gt;amor. Era un &lt;strong&gt;sueño sin razón&lt;/strong&gt;, yo &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; supe más de vos, pero &lt;em&gt;siempre&lt;/em&gt; esperé verte llegar &lt;strong&gt;con &lt;/strong&gt;el beso que &lt;strong&gt;soñaba&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;nunca&lt;/strong&gt; me vino a &lt;em&gt;buscar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-3108057202150667822?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3108057202150667822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3108057202150667822' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3108057202150667822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3108057202150667822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-un-dia-mas-sin-vos-donde-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sfs_v0kSWoI/AAAAAAAABP8/CSxQ9fNanh0/s72-c/100_1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-8260557953786761962</id><published>2009-04-30T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:35:59.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Si &lt;strong&gt;un hombre se desboca&lt;/strong&gt;, los demas ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SE CONTAGIAN&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/5465882907468633229-8260557953786761962?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8260557953786761962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=8260557953786761962' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8260557953786761962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8260557953786761962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-un-hombre-se-desboca-los-demas.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7927567538021208051</id><published>2009-04-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:37:17.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfpfXG2DxKI/AAAAAAAABP0/JKiiJSCudzI/s1600-h/100_1118-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330677959525385378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfpfXG2DxKI/AAAAAAAABP0/JKiiJSCudzI/s320/100_1118-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;mujeres que seducen por naturaleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uno &lt;strong&gt;las mira&lt;/strong&gt; y cae &lt;strong&gt;rendido a sus pies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-7927567538021208051?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7927567538021208051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7927567538021208051' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7927567538021208051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7927567538021208051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/son-mujeres-que-seducen-por-naturaleza.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfpfXG2DxKI/AAAAAAAABP0/JKiiJSCudzI/s72-c/100_1118-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-6629609241534275681</id><published>2009-04-29T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:42:50.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Los &lt;em&gt;grandes&lt;/em&gt; encuentros de la vida están &lt;strong&gt;llenos&lt;/strong&gt; de interrogantes. Cuando llega el &lt;strong&gt;gran&lt;/strong&gt; momento uno cree haber contestado &lt;em&gt;todas&lt;/em&gt; las preguntas, cree estar &lt;em&gt;listo&lt;/em&gt;. Llega ese momento, uno &lt;em&gt;cree&lt;/em&gt; tener la respuesta, y acción. Pero&lt;strong&gt; siempre&lt;/strong&gt; surgen &lt;em&gt;nuevos&lt;/em&gt; interrogantes &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Qué, &lt;em&gt;cómo&lt;/em&gt;, cuándo, &lt;em&gt;dónde &lt;/em&gt;y por qué&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Eso es lo que&lt;strong&gt; siempre&lt;/strong&gt; nos preguntaremos &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Importa &lt;em&gt;dónde&lt;/em&gt; estamos&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Hay que tener &lt;strong&gt;una&lt;/strong&gt; razón para hacer &lt;em&gt;todo&lt;/em&gt; lo que hacemos&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Vivimos deteniéndonos con preguntas &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;A &lt;em&gt;dónde&lt;/em&gt; vamos&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuál&lt;/em&gt; es el camino&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Qué sentido tiene &lt;strong&gt;todo?&lt;/strong&gt; Nos llenamos de preguntas… &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Y si &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; llego&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Y si &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; te encuentro&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Y si &lt;em&gt;te pierdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;Qué,&lt;em&gt; cómo&lt;/em&gt;, cuándo, &lt;em&gt;donde &lt;/em&gt;y por qué&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;Todas las preguntas tienen las mismas respuestas &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Qué es &lt;em&gt;esto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Un &lt;em&gt;viaje&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Cómo llegue acá&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viajando&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Cuándo&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Durante el &lt;em&gt;viaje&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Dónde estoy&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; En el &lt;em&gt;viaje&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Por qué&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Por el &lt;em&gt;viaje&lt;/em&gt;. De regreso a casa, a la &lt;strong&gt;luna&lt;/strong&gt;, al centro de la tierra o al &lt;strong&gt;interior &lt;/strong&gt;de &lt;strong&gt;uno&lt;/strong&gt; mismo. &lt;strong&gt;Todo&lt;/strong&gt; es un &lt;em&gt;gran&lt;/em&gt; viaje al que sabemos de donde &lt;strong&gt;partimos&lt;/strong&gt; pero &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; a donde&lt;strong&gt; llegaremos&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;ESO&lt;/strong&gt; es lo más &lt;em&gt;divertido&lt;/em&gt; del &lt;em&gt;viaje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-6629609241534275681?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6629609241534275681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=6629609241534275681' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6629609241534275681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/6629609241534275681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/los-grandes-encuentros-de-la-vida-estan.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1142266899320285407</id><published>2009-04-29T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:12:00.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sfjqxju4ZOI/AAAAAAAABPs/xHaz22lrteA/s1600-h/100_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330268296119346402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sfjqxju4ZOI/AAAAAAAABPs/xHaz22lrteA/s320/100_1401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mis&lt;/strong&gt; amigos y&lt;strong&gt; yo&lt;/strong&gt; hicimos el viaje &lt;strong&gt;más&lt;/strong&gt; extraño de &lt;em&gt;nuestras &lt;/em&gt;vidas. &lt;strong&gt;Viajar&lt;/strong&gt; es ir a un lugar donde &lt;strong&gt;nadie&lt;/strong&gt; te conoce, &lt;em&gt;pero&lt;/em&gt; viajar a &lt;strong&gt;otro&lt;/strong&gt; tiempo es llegar a un mundo donde &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; existis. Uno &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;existe si &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;tiene a sus afectos &lt;em&gt;cerca&lt;/em&gt;, esa mirada &lt;em&gt;familiar&lt;/em&gt; que te dice '&lt;strong&gt;Estas en casa&lt;/strong&gt;'. Pero ahi estabamos &lt;strong&gt;mis&lt;/strong&gt; amigos y &lt;strong&gt;yo&lt;/strong&gt;, en el &lt;strong&gt;futuro&lt;/strong&gt;. En casa, pero lejos de casa, tratando de entender que &lt;strong&gt;nuestro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;presente&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;era&lt;/strong&gt; el &lt;em&gt;pasado&lt;/em&gt;, y el &lt;em&gt;futuro&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;nuestro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;presente&lt;/em&gt;. La &lt;strong&gt;vida&lt;/strong&gt; es un &lt;em&gt;cuento&lt;/em&gt; y en ese cuento el &lt;strong&gt;tiempo&lt;/strong&gt; es un personaje &lt;strong&gt;central&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt; importa si es pasado, presente &lt;strong&gt;o &lt;/strong&gt;futuro, si hay &lt;strong&gt;mucho&lt;/strong&gt; o &lt;strong&gt;poco&lt;/strong&gt; tiempo, &lt;strong&gt;solo&lt;/strong&gt; importa el tiempo que tenemos y lo que &lt;em&gt;haremos &lt;/em&gt;con el. Pero &lt;strong&gt;además&lt;/strong&gt; del desconcierto, en el futuro &lt;strong&gt;nos&lt;/strong&gt; esperaba algo &lt;strong&gt;más&lt;/strong&gt;. Nuestro &lt;strong&gt;extraño&lt;/strong&gt; viaje al &lt;strong&gt;futuro&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; fue una excursión, más bien fue una &lt;strong&gt;aventura&lt;/strong&gt; donde nos esperaba una &lt;strong&gt;peligrosa&lt;/strong&gt; misión. Viajamos a un &lt;strong&gt;tiempo difícil&lt;/strong&gt;, un tiempo de &lt;strong&gt;cambios&lt;/strong&gt;, un tiempo &lt;strong&gt;peligroso&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Pasado, presente y futuro&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; son más que puntos de &lt;strong&gt;un &lt;/strong&gt;camino que se recorre&lt;strong&gt; ida&lt;/strong&gt; y &lt;strong&gt;vuelta&lt;/strong&gt;. A veces un &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; del &lt;strong&gt;pasado&lt;/strong&gt; se &lt;em&gt;hace&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;presente&lt;/strong&gt; y nos &lt;em&gt;lleva&lt;/em&gt; a un nuevo &lt;strong&gt;futuro&lt;/strong&gt;. Para las cosas importantes, como el amor &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; hay &lt;em&gt;pasado&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;presente&lt;/em&gt; ni &lt;strong&gt;futuro&lt;/strong&gt;. Simplemente &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; hay &lt;strong&gt;tiempo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/5465882907468633229-1142266899320285407?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1142266899320285407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1142266899320285407' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1142266899320285407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1142266899320285407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/mis-amigos-y-yo-hicimos-el-viaje-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Sfjqxju4ZOI/AAAAAAAABPs/xHaz22lrteA/s72-c/100_1401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1437094514512860053</id><published>2009-04-29T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:00:19.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfjpmHsREiI/AAAAAAAABPk/XWGPNt1vhdI/s1600-h/100_1400-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330267000101999138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfjpmHsREiI/AAAAAAAABPk/XWGPNt1vhdI/s320/100_1400-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Puedo ser &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DULCE&lt;/span&gt;, puedo se &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PERRA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;puedo ser &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TUYA&lt;/span&gt;, puedo ser &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TU DUEÑA&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/5465882907468633229-1437094514512860053?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1437094514512860053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1437094514512860053' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1437094514512860053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1437094514512860053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/puedo-ser-dulce-puedo-se-perra-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfjpmHsREiI/AAAAAAAABPk/XWGPNt1vhdI/s72-c/100_1400-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-8663953372284340413</id><published>2009-04-28T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:01:10.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De vos ya me puedo esperar&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; cualquier&lt;/span&gt; cosa.&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/5465882907468633229-8663953372284340413?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8663953372284340413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=8663953372284340413' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8663953372284340413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8663953372284340413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-vos-ya-me-puedo-esperar-cualquier.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3696502010430424677</id><published>2009-04-27T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:20:05.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfZmmNmI06I/AAAAAAAABPc/iwjiRlTxsIY/s1600-h/100_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329560015710245794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfZmmNmI06I/AAAAAAAABPc/iwjiRlTxsIY/s320/100_1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te perdí, cómo te perdí&lt;/strong&gt;. Eras todo lo más grande y te perdí. &lt;strong&gt;Lo más bueno y lo más lindo, tan perfecto para mí.&lt;/strong&gt; Te perdí, &lt;strong&gt;no te conocí, no aprendí a mirar a reconocer en mí que podía soñar con amarte&lt;/strong&gt;, con amarte y ser feliz. Y así &lt;strong&gt;te fuiste sin un adiós&lt;/strong&gt;, y ahora comprendo que sola estoy. Bonito mío lindo de amar, &lt;strong&gt;cuántos amores en tú vida encontrarás&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bonito mío lindo de amar&lt;/span&gt;, yo te prometo que &lt;strong&gt;siempre te voy a amar&lt;/strong&gt;. Te perdí, &lt;strong&gt;hoy estoy sin ti&lt;/strong&gt;, y por eso el mundo es tan oscuro para mí. &lt;strong&gt;Mueren noches, llueven días, pero tú no estás aquí&lt;/strong&gt;. Y así te fuiste sin un adiós, y &lt;strong&gt;ahora comprendo que sola estoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-3696502010430424677?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3696502010430424677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3696502010430424677' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3696502010430424677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3696502010430424677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-perdi-como-te-perdi.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfZmmNmI06I/AAAAAAAABPc/iwjiRlTxsIY/s72-c/100_1412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1020772032154937052</id><published>2009-04-27T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:08:23.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfZkcQP7_3I/AAAAAAAABPU/B33OeLrhDTI/s1600-h/100_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329557645600489330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfZkcQP7_3I/AAAAAAAABPU/B33OeLrhDTI/s320/100_1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brindo porque recuerdo tu cuerpo, pero olvidé tu cara&lt;/strong&gt;. Brindo por lo que tuve, porque &lt;strong&gt;ya no tengo nada&lt;/strong&gt;. Brindo por el momento en que tu y yo nos conocimos, y por&lt;strong&gt; los corazones que se han roto en el camino&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Brindo por el recuerdo y también por el olvido.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1020772032154937052?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1020772032154937052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1020772032154937052' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1020772032154937052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1020772032154937052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/brindo-porque-recuerdo-tu-cuerpo-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfZkcQP7_3I/AAAAAAAABPU/B33OeLrhDTI/s72-c/100_1406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-5996600181807713339</id><published>2009-04-26T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:17:40.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfSzFNILtUI/AAAAAAAABPM/hShp9FZiCaA/s1600-h/100_1309-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329081161090839874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfSzFNILtUI/AAAAAAAABPM/hShp9FZiCaA/s320/100_1309-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;comprate una vida flaca &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-5996600181807713339?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5996600181807713339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=5996600181807713339' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5996600181807713339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5996600181807713339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/comprate-una-vida-flaca-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfSzFNILtUI/AAAAAAAABPM/hShp9FZiCaA/s72-c/100_1309-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-8661907449452765305</id><published>2009-04-26T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:14:47.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfSycNTyBmI/AAAAAAAABPE/XB54hgbZD9o/s1600-h/3061_1145131146225_1165914327_403597_7750443_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329080456764851810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfSycNTyBmI/AAAAAAAABPE/XB54hgbZD9o/s320/3061_1145131146225_1165914327_403597_7750443_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque te va a doler cuando me veas con otro, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque te va a doler cuando yo bese otra boca.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-8661907449452765305?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8661907449452765305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=8661907449452765305' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8661907449452765305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8661907449452765305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque-te-va-doler-cuando-me-veas-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfSycNTyBmI/AAAAAAAABPE/XB54hgbZD9o/s72-c/3061_1145131146225_1165914327_403597_7750443_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-5788024334767083280</id><published>2009-04-26T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:20:33.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfSwAdb4ROI/AAAAAAAABO8/ldmm-rDQAYQ/s1600-h/3061_1145130986221_1165914327_403593_689727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329077781034190050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfSwAdb4ROI/AAAAAAAABO8/ldmm-rDQAYQ/s320/3061_1145130986221_1165914327_403593_689727_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dejame entrar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tu vida y a tu corazon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que yo quiero solo darte amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te estoy esperando ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-5788024334767083280?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5788024334767083280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=5788024334767083280' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5788024334767083280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5788024334767083280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/dejame-entrar-tu-vida-y-tu-corazon-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfSwAdb4ROI/AAAAAAAABO8/ldmm-rDQAYQ/s72-c/3061_1145130986221_1165914327_403593_689727_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-8070823756667189385</id><published>2009-04-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:59:52.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vienes arrepentido, vienes pidiendo perdón, diciendo que me quieres, que he sido tu primer amor&lt;/strong&gt;. Ya no quiero tus labios porque otras lo han besado, y el amor que te tenía con tristeza lo he olvidado. &lt;strong&gt;Fuera de mi, ya no quiero tu querer&lt;/strong&gt;, de mi mente te he borrado, ya no quiero besar tus labios. Fuera de mi, ya no quiero tu querer, &lt;strong&gt;de mi mente te he borrado, ya no quiero besar tus labios&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Eras parte de mi vida y te llevaba en mi corazón&lt;/em&gt;, te di toda mi riqueza y &lt;strong&gt;me pagaste con dolor&lt;/strong&gt;. Por tus venas no corre sangre, &lt;strong&gt;ni sentimiento en tu corazón, y ahora vives sufriendo como he sufrido yo&lt;/strong&gt;. Después de un largo tiempo &lt;strong&gt;quieres de nuevo mis caricias&lt;/strong&gt;, y vive en el pasado y &lt;strong&gt;está fuera de mi vida&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ya no quiero tus labios porque otras lo han besado, y el amor que te tenía con tristeza lo he olvidado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-8070823756667189385?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8070823756667189385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=8070823756667189385' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8070823756667189385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/8070823756667189385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/vienes-arrepentido-vienes-pidiendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-4205083258523354667</id><published>2009-04-23T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:00:27.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Como si fuese tan facil arrancarte de mi mente, como si todo lo vivido hubiese sido tan intrascendente.&lt;/strong&gt; Asi de simple y sencillo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me pides que te olvide&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Como hacer a un lado el pasado&lt;/strong&gt;, me confundes con piedra y yo soy humana. Como hacer a un lado el pasado, &lt;strong&gt;me confundes contigo y yo si te amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Como si fuese tan facil suplicarle a mi cerebro que le ordene al corazon que le anule cualquier recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Asi de simple y sencillo me pides que te olvide&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/5465882907468633229-4205083258523354667?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4205083258523354667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=4205083258523354667' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4205083258523354667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/4205083258523354667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-si-fuese-tan-facil-arrancarte-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3632600006517546774</id><published>2009-04-23T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:57:20.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfEpg3OpYTI/AAAAAAAABO0/I0kAQd5a2cs/s1600-h/100_1415-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328085478713942322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfEpg3OpYTI/AAAAAAAABO0/I0kAQd5a2cs/s320/100_1415-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como si fuese tan facil desahcerse del amor, como si fuese una prenda que se quita y se acabó. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Así de simple y sencillo me pides que te olvide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-3632600006517546774?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3632600006517546774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3632600006517546774' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3632600006517546774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3632600006517546774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-si-fuese-tan-facil-desahcerse-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SfEpg3OpYTI/AAAAAAAABO0/I0kAQd5a2cs/s72-c/100_1415-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1209735879305064070</id><published>2009-04-21T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:27:27.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me miraste a los ojos y crei que el amor se paseaba frente a mi, y &lt;strong&gt;trate de alcanzarte sin medir que al tocarte te reirias otra vez de mi&lt;/strong&gt;. Me abrazaste y confie en tu corazon, esperando en tus besos la pasion, pero &lt;strong&gt;nada me diste y una noche rompiste mi ilusion en pedacitos,&lt;/strong&gt; que se ahogan en un solo grito. &lt;strong&gt;Como te olvido&lt;/strong&gt; y dime como te olvido, como te olvido, si &lt;strong&gt;a tu puerta me llevan todos los caminos&lt;/strong&gt;. Como te olvido y dime como te olvido, como te olvido, &lt;strong&gt;me vendiste una excusa sin razon, la pague con el peso de mi amor&lt;/strong&gt;. Si no dio resultado, &lt;strong&gt;ahora dime que hago con mis ganas, con mis sentimientos, con el nudo que me ataste dentro&lt;/strong&gt;. Como te olvido y dime, como te olvido, como te olvido si a tu puerta me llevan todos los caminos. Como te olvido y &lt;strong&gt;dime como te olvido&lt;/strong&gt;, como te olvido &lt;strong&gt;si no dio resultado donde escondo el pasado, como arranco cada sentimiento si las lagrimas me lloran dentro&lt;/strong&gt;. Como te olvido y dime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1209735879305064070?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1209735879305064070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1209735879305064070' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1209735879305064070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1209735879305064070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-miraste-los-ojos-y-crei-que-el-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-5068164554806034353</id><published>2009-04-21T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:47:09.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Se5oyIycPeI/AAAAAAAABOs/4hHLn5QKjhE/s1600-h/100_1418-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327310619787673058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Se5oyIycPeI/AAAAAAAABOs/4hHLn5QKjhE/s320/100_1418-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y &lt;strong&gt;soy&lt;/strong&gt;, aunque no quiera, esclavo de tus ojos,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;juguete de tu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;No juegues con mis penas, ni con mis sentimientos que es lo único que tengo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-5068164554806034353?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5068164554806034353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=5068164554806034353' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5068164554806034353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/5068164554806034353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-soy-aunque-no-quiera-esclavo-de-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Se5oyIycPeI/AAAAAAAABOs/4hHLn5QKjhE/s72-c/100_1418-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-1130674568911239697</id><published>2009-04-21T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:36:22.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiero ser &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la unica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que te muerda la boca&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5465882907468633229-1130674568911239697?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1130674568911239697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=1130674568911239697' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1130674568911239697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/1130674568911239697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiero-ser-la-unica-que-te-muerda-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-3833318273902046991</id><published>2009-04-21T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:29:03.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Se5gi2OoD2I/AAAAAAAABOk/dvmc1LStmtw/s1600-h/100_1379-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327301561014554466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Se5gi2OoD2I/AAAAAAAABOk/dvmc1LStmtw/s320/100_1379-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por amarte así, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;es esa mi fortuna, es ese mi castigo&lt;/span&gt;. Será que &lt;strong&gt;tanto amor acaso está prohibido,&lt;/strong&gt; y sigo aquí &lt;strong&gt;muriendo por estar contigo&lt;/strong&gt;. Por amarte así, a&lt;strong&gt; un paso de tu boca sin poder besarla, tan cerca de tu piel y sin poder tocarla&lt;/strong&gt;. Ardiendo de deseos con cada mirada, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por amarte así...&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/5465882907468633229-3833318273902046991?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3833318273902046991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=3833318273902046991' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3833318273902046991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/3833318273902046991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-amarte-asi-es-esa-mi-fortuna-es-ese.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/Se5gi2OoD2I/AAAAAAAABOk/dvmc1LStmtw/s72-c/100_1379-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5465882907468633229.post-7499826896701584000</id><published>2009-04-19T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:05:47.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;She needs somebody, to tell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her that you'll always be together&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/5465882907468633229-7499826896701584000?l=sstupidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7499826896701584000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5465882907468633229&amp;postID=7499826896701584000' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7499826896701584000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5465882907468633229/posts/default/7499826896701584000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sstupidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-needs-somebody-to-tell-her-that_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Antu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280901883345173602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5tZMWR1Rr70/SgZuB9gbyHI/AAAAAAAABR8/sjT7yaBHD84/S220/100_1489-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
