<?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-5209897242162450232</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:03:33.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeña Criatura</title><subtitle type='html'>Pequeña criatura, la esencia más pura 
va en frasco pequeño. 
Amor mío, ya lo sé, el mismo recipiente también 
encierra veneno.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy Miche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051172305256521812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfbhhLtB_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVcBT3U_92Q/S220/IMG_06466.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209897242162450232.post-3465149555679501310</id><published>2008-07-22T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:36:50.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SIZXSybJEpI/AAAAAAAAABI/_Hhhtwtz8jo/s1600-h/across-universe_jude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225960397894914706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SIZXSybJEpI/AAAAAAAAABI/_Hhhtwtz8jo/s400/across-universe_jude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey Jude, don't make it badTake a sad song and make it betterRemember to let her into your heartThen you can start to make it betterHey Jude, don't be afraidYou were made to go out and get herThe minute you let her under your skinThen you begin to make it betterAnd anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrainDon't carry the world upon your shouldersFor well you know that it's a fool who plays it coolBy making his world a little colderNah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nahHey Jude, don't let me downYou have found her, now go and get herRemember to let her into your heartThen you can start to make it betterSo let it out and let it in, hey Jude, beginYou're waiting for someone to perform withAnd don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll doThe movement you need is on your shoulderNah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah yeahHey Jude, don't make it badTake a sad song and make it betterRemember to let her under your skinThen you'll begin to make itBetter better better better better better, ohNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey JudeNah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude (fade out)&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/5209897242162450232-3465149555679501310?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3465149555679501310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=3465149555679501310' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/3465149555679501310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/3465149555679501310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-jude-dont-make-it-badtake-sad-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Miche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051172305256521812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfbhhLtB_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVcBT3U_92Q/S220/IMG_06466.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SIZXSybJEpI/AAAAAAAAABI/_Hhhtwtz8jo/s72-c/across-universe_jude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209897242162450232.post-3751992489079479739</id><published>2008-07-22T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:36:50.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The film: Across the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SIZPyoRIktI/AAAAAAAAABA/mYfXHgrFrYY/s1600-h/acrosstheuniverse_222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952148831376082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SIZPyoRIktI/AAAAAAAAABA/mYfXHgrFrYY/s400/acrosstheuniverse_222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cupThey slither wildly as they slip away across the universePools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mindPossessing and caressing meJai Guru Deva OMNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldImages of broken light which dance before me like a million eyesThey call me on and on across the universeThoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter boxThey tumble blindly as they make their way across the universeJai Guru Deva OMNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldSounds of laughter shades of live are ringing through my open earsInciting and inviting meLimitless undying love which shines around me like a million sunsIt calls me on and on, across the universeJai Guru Deva OMNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldNothing's gonna change my worldJai Guru DevaJai Guru DevaJai Guru DevaJai Guru DevaJai Guru Deva (fade out)&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/5209897242162450232-3751992489079479739?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3751992489079479739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=3751992489079479739' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/3751992489079479739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/3751992489079479739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/film-across-universe.html' title='The film: Across the universe'/><author><name>Andy Miche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051172305256521812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfbhhLtB_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVcBT3U_92Q/S220/IMG_06466.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SIZPyoRIktI/AAAAAAAAABA/mYfXHgrFrYY/s72-c/acrosstheuniverse_222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209897242162450232.post-7773845370213632634</id><published>2008-07-02T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:36:51.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO te lo podes PERDER !!! !!! !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SH0dROnqNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/42QyvkJ-Tjg/s1600-h/flyerrr2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223363324639065282" style="CURSOR: hand" height="233" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SH0dROnqNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/42QyvkJ-Tjg/s400/flyerrr2.bmp" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGwcupCKc1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g8nq_bqIsuc/s1600-h/muestra+flyer+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5209897242162450232-7773845370213632634?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7773845370213632634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SH0dROnqNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/42QyvkJ-Tjg/s72-c/flyerrr2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209897242162450232.post-102692787588704849</id><published>2008-06-29T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:36:51.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfzSF6XRSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/y5zAC7psYd4/s1600-h/porsimerpe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217406185482175778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfzSF6XRSI/AAAAAAAAAAo/y5zAC7psYd4/s400/porsimerpe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nose si quererte u odiarte&lt;br /&gt;necesitarte o aprender a vivir sin vos&lt;br /&gt;si hablarte o ignorarte&lt;br /&gt;o simplemente olvidarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sólo me dejaba llevar por un hada interior&lt;br /&gt;esa que solo me decia que él iba a ser&lt;br /&gt;quien me rescate de la sensacion abstracta&lt;br /&gt;de ser quien no queria ser.&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/5209897242162450232-102692787588704849?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/102692787588704849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=102692787588704849' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/102692787588704849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfwSPQY2jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dzVkwx_nF8A/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217402889455589938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfwSPQY2jI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dzVkwx_nF8A/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5209897242162450232-5545188902274363143?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5545188902274363143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=5545188902274363143' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209897242162450232.post-8345388322108857922</id><published>2008-06-28T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:36:51.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGbPdJ0Xs6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5nDrjAfU9Y8/s1600-h/angel5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217085318114030498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGbPdJ0Xs6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5nDrjAfU9Y8/s400/angel5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5209897242162450232-8345388322108857922?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8345388322108857922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=8345388322108857922' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/8345388322108857922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/8345388322108857922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andy Miche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051172305256521812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfbhhLtB_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVcBT3U_92Q/S220/IMG_06466.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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nadie ve&lt;br /&gt;que uno solo esconde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt; no quiere ver&lt;br /&gt;pero q en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; momento se ven&lt;br /&gt;en los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;en el andar&lt;br /&gt;en la mirada y sobretodo en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese espacio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vacío&lt;/span&gt; en el asiento de al lado del colectivo, la ausencia de un compañero, la espera que nunca llega, el auto que falta en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;garage&lt;/span&gt;, el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;saquito&lt;/span&gt; de té que ya no está, la gota que se secó, la hoja que se cayó del árbol, el pajarito que salió del nido...un hueco que no se podrá reemplazar jamás, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aunque&lt;/span&gt; vuelva a ser ocupado.&lt;br /&gt;en mi corazón siempre estará&lt;br /&gt;tu gran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5209897242162450232-1396033351381659021?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1396033351381659021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=1396033351381659021' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/1396033351381659021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/1396033351381659021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/2008/06/15608.html' title='15/6/08'/><author><name>Andy Miche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051172305256521812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfbhhLtB_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVcBT3U_92Q/S220/IMG_06466.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209897242162450232.post-4942421873905172979</id><published>2008-06-28T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:59:09.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulces sueños</title><content type='html'>Dulces los sueños q esta noche acompañan tu memoria&lt;br /&gt;que t muestran la calma del mar, mientras t recuestas en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;sientes el palpitar d mi corazon en tu oido.siento el pestañar d tus ojos en mi pansa&lt;br /&gt;dulces son los sueños q soñamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;que te decian y te mostraban lo mucho que te queria y te quiero&lt;br /&gt;que te decian y te mostraban el brillo de mis ojos al reflejarse en los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;dulces sueños los q alguna vez soñamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;donde el tiempo era calmo, al igual que el mar por la noche...donde el palpitar de tu corazon apresuraba el del mio...donde queriamos encontrar una cabaña para poder procrearnos,&lt;br /&gt;que esas criaturas sean la esperanza de un gran recuerdo de amor&lt;br /&gt;dulces son los sueños, que hoy cumplimos juntos,viendote dormir junto a la calma del mar sobre mi pecho sentir el palpitar de tu corazon como si estuviese dentro mio y sintiendo las cosquillas que tus pestañas generan en mi pansa, parecidas a esas que sentia la primera vez que te vi, y que todavia siento cada vez que me besas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/1/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5209897242162450232-4942421873905172979?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4942421873905172979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=4942421873905172979' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/4942421873905172979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/4942421873905172979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/2008/06/dulces-sueos.html' title='Dulces sueños'/><author><name>Andy Miche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051172305256521812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfbhhLtB_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVcBT3U_92Q/S220/IMG_06466.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209897242162450232.post-561547271416859610</id><published>2008-06-28T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:56:04.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19/6/06</title><content type='html'>Lo q tu boca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; dijo, es lo q &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoy&lt;/span&gt; no escucho, lo q ya no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;voy&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;escuchar. Cuando&lt;/span&gt; tus ojos me miraban, yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recién&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abría&lt;/span&gt; los mios, pero recuerdo el brillo borroso.&lt;br /&gt;Ese brillo es el que hoy necesito y no tengo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aunque&lt;/span&gt; se q lo tengo, y q siempre lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;voy&lt;/span&gt; a tener, pero no lo encuentro.hay algo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;acá&lt;/span&gt; adentro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vació&lt;/span&gt;, que no encuentra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;relleno y&lt;/span&gt; se q no lo va a encontrar, pero no, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pesimista soy&lt;/span&gt; realista, no quiero q se llene.&lt;br /&gt;A veces pienso q es lo q quiero, pero no encuentro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;respuesta sera&lt;/span&gt; por que lo que mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; no lo tengo?sera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt; no t tengo q tanto t quiero?&lt;br /&gt;Algo q si se es q te necesito mucho, pero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tampoco&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Las plantas ya no crecen, el sol no sale por el este, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; son negras, mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; esta lleno d esas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;, el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; triste es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hoy&lt;/span&gt;...y hoy tengo ganas de deshacerme de esas negras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; q &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; ensuciando mi alma...&lt;br /&gt;Este es uno de los rumbos que toman mis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; negras para salir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5209897242162450232-561547271416859610?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/561547271416859610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=561547271416859610' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/561547271416859610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/561547271416859610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/2008/06/19606.html' title='19/6/06'/><author><name>Andy Miche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051172305256521812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfbhhLtB_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVcBT3U_92Q/S220/IMG_06466.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209897242162450232.post-5361775409785234201</id><published>2008-06-28T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:45:00.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25/7/06</title><content type='html'>Comienzo a sufrir y las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; se llevan el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dolor la&lt;/span&gt; ternura de tus ojos deben volar mas alto que mil d mis sueños ingenuos. Las mariposas dicen q cantando, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;voy&lt;/span&gt; a curar tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;corazón pero&lt;/span&gt; yo siento q cada vez t aturdo mas, a la vez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quisiera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gritarte&lt;/span&gt; mi verdad, para q puedas entraren ella, sin poder escaparte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aunque&lt;/span&gt; quieras, volaras si puedes, pero ni quieres escucharlo.el sonido del viento, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ciega&lt;/span&gt; tus ojos y envenena tu alma.el sol t pide q lo ayudes a curar sus quemaduras de amor,pero tu solo puedes darle de tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;,que muere en las penumbras, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;donde&lt;/span&gt; la luna no alumbra,y las paredes no hacen sombras.los sentimientos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; atascados, no pueden salir,no quieren salir, pero a la vez no quieren q mueran, piensan en volver, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;quizá&lt;/span&gt; alguna vez, pero el pasaje de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;retorno no&lt;/span&gt; esta habilitado esta vez.Sigo soñando que alguna vez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;volverás&lt;/span&gt;, y podre sentir el perfume amargo, ese q se esconde debajo de tu piel, ese q no muestras la primera vez. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Quizá&lt;/span&gt; sea yo quien ese paso tenga q dar, pero solo si vuelves...cuando vuelvas y sientas que ya nada es verdad, empezaras a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dudar de&lt;/span&gt; las marcas q deja el mar de que las olas, no llevan agua, sino recuerdos, y momentos..que extrañamente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;allí&lt;/span&gt; estancados,ojala alguna vez pudieras enamorarte de mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;quizá&lt;/span&gt; necesite de tu amor, para poder sobrevivir, sin dolor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5209897242162450232-5361775409785234201?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5361775409785234201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=5361775409785234201' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/5361775409785234201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/5361775409785234201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/2008/06/25706.html' title='25/7/06'/><author><name>Andy Miche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051172305256521812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfbhhLtB_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVcBT3U_92Q/S220/IMG_06466.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5209897242162450232.post-3798554694053122596</id><published>2008-06-27T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:17:02.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casandra</title><content type='html'>Casandra vio en sueños el futuro. En la sombra de una pesadilla Casandra leyó los versos de ese poema que aún no han escrito los dioses que, riendo, la hirieron con su maldición. Supo del hambre y de las guerras de siempre, de bufones celebrando el odio, bailando entre hogueras, de despedidas y de monstruos minerales bebiendo insaciables la savia dulce del planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Casandra vio a hombres y mujeres dormitando en sus burbujas tras las máscaras del miedo. Mas también vio la luz del alba asomar por la cancela que nadie jamás abrió. Supo que aún quedaban esperanzas, que otros sueños la esperaban. Casandra habló a todos de sus sueños mas nadie la oyó.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie creyó en Casandra y sus visiones y la gente sólo vio en su augurio delirio y locura. La condenaron a vagar perdida y sola. Herejía es mostrar la verdad descarnada y desnuda. Abandonada, tras los años la encontró un muchacho que andaba buscando esperanza y respuestas. Casandra habló con pasión de sus presagios y de la luz del amanecer brillando tras la puerta.&lt;br /&gt;- Creo en ti Casandra. No estás loca. Se besaron y en su boca florecieron madreselvas. -Dulce Casandra, ponte de pie. -Yo te he conocido antes. Quizá te soñé. Hay quien duda ya y cree en la leyenda. Juntos buscarán la puerta. Dulce mañana. Yo, no sé tú... creo en Casandra.&lt;br /&gt;Hay quien duda ya y cree en la leyenda. Juntos buscarán la puerta. Dulce mañana. Yo, no sé tú... creo en Casandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ismael Serrano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5209897242162450232-3798554694053122596?l=tantasscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3798554694053122596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5209897242162450232&amp;postID=3798554694053122596' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/3798554694053122596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5209897242162450232/posts/default/3798554694053122596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tantasscosas.blogspot.com/2008/06/casandra.html' title='Casandra'/><author><name>Andy Miche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051172305256521812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mnrmoTKxSoA/SGfbhhLtB_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/hVcBT3U_92Q/S220/IMG_06466.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
