<?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-3377707820873829843</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:46:23.000-03:00</updated><category term='Beatles'/><category term='Syd Barrett'/><category term='The number of the beast'/><category term='Paul McCartney'/><category term='Chistes boludos'/><category term='Sting'/><category term='Erlend Øye'/><category term='Roger Waters'/><category term='Fotos'/><category term='Kings Of Convenience'/><category term='Simpson'/><category term='Wings'/><category term='Julian Lennon'/><category term='Hernan Piquin'/><category term='Led Zeppelin'/><category term='Roger Taylor'/><category term='John Deacon'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='George Harrison'/><category term='Dream Theater'/><category term='Nick Mason'/><category term='Ringo Starr'/><category term='More than words'/><category term='Esto no tiene etiqueta XD'/><category term='Genesis'/><category term='Songfics'/><category term='A-ha'/><category term='Guns n&apos; Roses'/><category term='The Police'/><category term='Ecuaclones'/><category term='Cielo McCartney y su double fantasy'/><category term='Magne F'/><category term='Peter Gabriel'/><category term='Cynthia'/><category term='Mika'/><category term='Dio'/><category term='Radiohead'/><category term='Paul Rodgers'/><category term='Weathervane'/><category term='Richard Wright'/><category term='Freddie Mercury'/><category term='Descargas'/><category term='Rusty Anderson'/><category term='Bridges'/><category term='The Firm'/><category term='Smile'/><category term='Pink Floyd'/><category term='John Lennon'/><category term='Morten Harket'/><category term='Brian May'/><category term='Queen'/><category term='Nirvana'/><category term='The Who'/><category term='David Gilmour'/><category term='Savoy'/><category term='Free'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='Apparatjik'/><category term='Jimmy Page'/><category term='Songs of my life'/><category term='Tim Staffell'/><title type='text'>Comodamente entumecida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4707258332343870274</id><published>2012-01-30T23:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:46:23.003-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><title type='text'>What the hell am I doing here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si haz sido rechazado muchas veces en tu vida, entonces un rechazo más no va hacer diferencia. Si eres rechazado no es forzosamente tu culpa, la otra persona tiene muchas razones para no hacer lo que tu le estas pidiendo que hagas y lo más probable es que ninguna de ellas tenga nada que ver contigo." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Gracias, Yorke, gracias por hacerme sentir mejor con esto, gracias por hacerme identificar con "Creep", hacerme sentir asi e identificarme, y ahora gracias por subirme el animo con estas palabras. Parece que todo lo que dijeras me lo dijeras a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4707258332343870274?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4707258332343870274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/si-haz-sido-rechazado-muchas-veces-en.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4707258332343870274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4707258332343870274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/si-haz-sido-rechazado-muchas-veces-en.html' title='What the hell am I doing here?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8621406550190199127</id><published>2012-01-27T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:20:46.079-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Mason'/><title type='text'>Feliz cumple, Nick Mason!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3s8_GbwpVI/TyL1SF-sR7I/AAAAAAAADbg/91YV4dXq9c8/s1600/tumblr_loraosETlV1r0pj2po1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3s8_GbwpVI/TyL1SF-sR7I/AAAAAAAADbg/91YV4dXq9c8/s320/tumblr_loraosETlV1r0pj2po1_500.png" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni idea cuantos años cumple, ya hasta perdi la cuenta de los Queen XD pero sean los años que sean, que los cumpla muy feliz, y vamos por mucho mas Nick Mason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-8621406550190199127?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8621406550190199127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/feliz-cumple-nick-mason.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8621406550190199127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8621406550190199127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/feliz-cumple-nick-mason.html' title='Feliz cumple, Nick Mason!'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3s8_GbwpVI/TyL1SF-sR7I/AAAAAAAADbg/91YV4dXq9c8/s72-c/tumblr_loraosETlV1r0pj2po1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-9143617322014940405</id><published>2012-01-23T02:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T02:10:07.739-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Una almohada de vientos (?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Me siento para el reverendo traste -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Si le caigo mal entonces por que me da charla cuando le hablo yo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;No me habla porque no tiene ganas de hablarme... o es un colgado posta XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Y el otro que se fue a vacacionar... (??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Me encantaria volver a Tumblr., pero es un vicio u_u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tengo que guardar las ochocientas millones de fotos de John y Jonny (? que tengo... QUE PACHORRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Tambien tengo que postear fotos de mis discografias finiquitadas, &lt;b&gt;Queen&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;A-ha&lt;/b&gt; y &lt;b&gt;Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;, soy TAN feliz &amp;lt;3 No prometo nada igual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-9143617322014940405?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/9143617322014940405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/una-almohada-de-vientos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/9143617322014940405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/9143617322014940405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/una-almohada-de-vientos.html' title='Una almohada de vientos (?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4804357514630138043</id><published>2012-01-07T23:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:11:40.383-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>It's my destiny</title><content type='html'>Haberme ido a acostar mas temprano de lo normal, no poder dormirme por llorar a mares por un boludo que no pudo ser, y recibir un mensaje del chico que me gusta justo cuando estoy hablando con los mios (&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Freddie y cia.&lt;/span&gt;), en ese preciso instante. No creo en Dios, pero los milagros SI existen :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4804357514630138043?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4804357514630138043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-my-destiny.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4804357514630138043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4804357514630138043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-my-destiny.html' title='It&apos;s my destiny'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3944210262953671444</id><published>2012-01-06T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:59:41.824-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syd Barrett'/><title type='text'>Rey mago hay uno solo</title><content type='html'>Hoy, 6 de enero, muchos creyentes conmemoraran el dia de los reyes magos. Yo, en cambio, festejo el cumpleaños de Roger Keith Barrett. Regalos recibi siempre, pero ya desde el año pasado, se transformo en una costumbre que esos regalos sean de Pink Floyd. Esta vez toca "Opel", despues de haberse hecho desear tanto... Veremos el año que viene que trae Syd... un "Immersion" tal vez? jajajaja! ojala XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;So, feliz cumple, mi &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;gran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Syd Barrett, gracias por todo lo que me diste en estos años,&amp;nbsp;y lo que me vas a dar &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXBhLUP44tc/TwZiP_e46GI/AAAAAAAADbY/LGonzi8l7AA/s1600/vbhnjkm%252Cl.%25C3%25B1%25C2%25B4%25C3%25A7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXBhLUP44tc/TwZiP_e46GI/AAAAAAAADbY/LGonzi8l7AA/s320/vbhnjkm%252Cl.%25C3%25B1%25C2%25B4%25C3%25A7.png" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXBhLUP44tc/TwZiP_e46GI/AAAAAAAADbY/LGonzi8l7AA/s72-c/vbhnjkm%252Cl.%25C3%25B1%25C2%25B4%25C3%25A7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-870633405732096875</id><published>2012-01-03T23:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:55:53.355-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Coctail</title><content type='html'>- Roger Taylor la rompe.&lt;br /&gt;- Me acabo de dar cuenta que el poster de Queen con los 4 esta donde debe estar, &lt;em&gt;bien arriba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me la agarre con Roger.&lt;br /&gt;- "A nation of haircuts" + "I wanna testify", SE PONE.&lt;br /&gt;- Estoy como quiero oh sihhhhh&amp;nbsp;(H) (?&lt;br /&gt;- 2012, tus primeros minutos fueron lo mas deprimente del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;- 2012, me las estas pagando por esos minutos, estas a full &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- "The sweet lovely Roger Taylor..." ah no no, me mato ese locutor XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-870633405732096875?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/870633405732096875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/coctail.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/870633405732096875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/870633405732096875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/coctail.html' title='Coctail'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2259338494171355377</id><published>2012-01-01T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:46:54.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>You said goodbye, and I'll say hello</title><content type='html'>Finalmente se fue el 2011. Para casi todos, un malisimo año, eso se pudo ver en la cantidad de cohetes que tiraron; para mi,&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt; uno de los mejores&lt;/span&gt;. Pense que iba a ser el peor, venia mal desde fines del 2010, pero por la mitad empezo a cambiar. La cosa mas genial que me pudo haber pasado es recibir la noticia de que Roger Waters iba a venir; despues de TANTO estres pude conseguir la entrada &amp;lt;3 Tambien fui a ver a Hernan Piquin como &lt;em&gt;el mas grande, &lt;/em&gt;y tambien a Rick Wakeman, artista que con solo haber visto un video me facino, y tuve la suerte de que una amiga me llevara a verlo :D Politicamente, la forra salio reelecta, pero una nueva figura, Hermes Binner, me hizo querer participar de estas elecciones (a pesar de que no pude por la edad) y me hizo pensar que quizas las cosas se puedan cambiar un poco (no por ahora, claro ¬¬). Estuve muy inspirada, segui con Noruego y retome Frances (despues del fracaso de marzo, finalmente retome, pero posta), le meti bastante al teclado, a pesar que el mio es MINI, pero un vecino de mi abuela me presto uno pro-fe-sio-nal :`) Tambien finalice el colegio con todos los honores (?), no me lleve &lt;strong&gt;NADA &lt;/strong&gt;durante toda la secundaria, sumado a los dos certificados de Ingles que recibi por dar los dos examenes,&amp;nbsp;y estoy orgullosa de eso. Pero sin duda, lo que mas marco mi año fue &lt;strong&gt;la carta&lt;/strong&gt;, esa carta que fue la frutilla del postre en mis 17 años. Por eso pense que iba&amp;nbsp;a ser un año de mierda, porque iba a ser el ultimo año que iba a ver al Sr. M, y me habia propuesto &lt;u&gt;decirle todo&lt;/u&gt;, pero al finalizar, cosa que se adelanto... Me anime a darle la carta, eso ya era muchisimo, pero como me habia quedado la duda carcomiente sobre si la habria leido o no, despues de dos meses, le pregunte, me le anime por 2da vez, y obtuve una respuesta &lt;em&gt;inesperada&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; la mejor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que pude haber obtenido. Con los 17 cambie, y con el 2011 tambien, con la carta, con el. Pase de ser la piba mas cagona del mundo a ser la mas valiente, pase de blanco a negro, de caliente a frio, y la verdad que estoy feliz por eso. Se que las cosas pasan por algo, y tarde o temprano uno se da cuenta del por que. Si lo mio con el no fue (y nunca lo iba&amp;nbsp;a ser), fue por algo, y estoy segura que ese "algo" es mi forma de ser de ahora, mas valiente y mas fria tambien, porque me propuse no volver a enamorarme hasta dentro de muuuucho mucho tiempo, para no volver a pasar por lo mismo, ya no secesito aprender mas jaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y bueno, creo que puse lo mas relevante de mi 2011, lo voy a extrañar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;2012, vamos, eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El 22 de diciembre me voy a cagar de risa de TODOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-2259338494171355377?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2259338494171355377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-said-goodbye-and-ill-say-hello.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2259338494171355377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2259338494171355377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-said-goodbye-and-ill-say-hello.html' title='You said goodbye, and I&apos;ll say hello'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-848115179288840357</id><published>2011-12-28T01:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T02:03:58.496-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>I'm just the pieces of the girl I used to be</title><content type='html'>Chau 17, hola 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Unas palabras a mis queridos 17 años: llegaron de la mejor manera, fue un dia muy lindo. Pero fueron mas que un lindo cumpleaños, fueron todo un año de aprendizaje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;constante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. De repente me senti otra persona, mi mente se dio vuelta por completo y se arbio muchisimo mas de lo que estaba. Pense que seria un año muy dificil, pero ustedes me ayudaron a afrontarlo de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;mejor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; manera posible, fui cambiando mi posicion respecto a algunas cosas, y me sirvio muchisimo. Sus ultimos momentos fueron los mejores, estos ultimos meses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: black;"&gt;hicieron&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; mi año, y pude terminar de convertirme en la persona que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;jamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;pense que me convertiria, una persona &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;valiente &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;y &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fuerte &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-si bien lo de fuerte es en algunas ocasiones, no voy a dejar de ser sensible de un dia para el otro porque eso lo llevo en mis genes. Me enseñaron que hay cosas o personas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que no merecen que les dediquemos nuestros pensamientos ni mucho menos, me enseñaron a luchar por lo que quiero desde otro lugar, y a seguir muchisimo mas con la posicion de &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"las cosas pasan por algo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;... Ahora ya con 18 años, y siendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;mayor de edad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, espero que las cosas no cambien mucho, al contrario, espero seguir con lo que ustedes me dejaron, e incluso llegar a mejorar aunque sea un poco mas. Gracias, 17, fueron la mejor edad que una persona podria atravesar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-848115179288840357?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/848115179288840357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-just-pieces-of-girl-i-used-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/848115179288840357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/848115179288840357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-just-pieces-of-girl-i-used-to-be.html' title='I&apos;m just the pieces of the girl I used to be'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3853355395820335736</id><published>2011-12-26T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:58:21.963-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Te estare mirando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every bond you break&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Every game you play&lt;br /&gt;Every night you stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Oh can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"&gt;How my poor heart aches with every step you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every vow you break&lt;br /&gt;Every smile you fake&lt;br /&gt;Every claim you stake&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;dream at night I can only see your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I look around but it's you I can't replace&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I keep crying baby please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every vow you break&lt;br /&gt;Every smile you fake&lt;br /&gt;Every claim you stake&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ya lo dije en el post anterior. Como dijo una amiga mia, el poder de la mente todo lo puede, y es asi. Cada vez que suene una cancion de Queen, o de A-ha, cada vez que vea la figura de Syd Barrett, cada vez que escuche mi nombre, yo voy a estar ahi, tortutandolo, asi como el lo hizo &lt;u&gt;hasta ahora&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-3853355395820335736?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3853355395820335736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/te-estare-mirando.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3853355395820335736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3853355395820335736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/te-estare-mirando.html' title='Te estare mirando'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5929978925125336488</id><published>2011-12-24T20:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:44:28.315-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Infeliz navidad y año nuevo</title><content type='html'>Yo se que cuando estes con alguien, mi recuerdo se te va a venir a la mente, no vas a poder estar con esa persona tranquilo, porque siempre voy a estar &lt;i&gt;ahi&lt;/i&gt;, asi como vos estas en mi mente tambien. Nunca te vas a olvidar de mi, vas a pasar por decenas de brazos (y piernas), pero te vas a dar cuenta que &lt;b&gt;nadie&lt;/b&gt; te va a dar lo que yo hubiese sido capaz de darte, que nadie te va a amar lo que yo te ame.&lt;br /&gt;Ojala que en estas fiestas, en vez de pan dulce, haya &lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: large;"&gt;brownie con nuez&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5929978925125336488?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5929978925125336488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/infeliz-navidad-y-ano-nuevo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5929978925125336488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5929978925125336488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/infeliz-navidad-y-ano-nuevo.html' title='Infeliz navidad y año nuevo'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2313644717927187497</id><published>2011-12-23T01:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:29:15.386-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hernan Piquin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Mercury'/><title type='text'>Que mesias ni que angel, DIOS, gente, DIOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Hace mil que no posteaba y creo que ahora tengo una buena. Gano Hernan Piquin el "Bailando...", no me lo imaginaba, me estaba preparando para que Tinelli mencionara a Tito, pero cuando lo nombro a Hernan, pegue un grito digno del hincha mas fanatico de futbol. Si XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;En fin, creo que Piquin esta muy ligado a Queen y Freddie, y mas con su ultimo espectaculo. Para mi es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;PiQueen&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; jaja, pero realmente hoy fue mas que nunca una enorme coneccion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;En la cena le dije a mi vieja "Freddie tiene que hacer que gane Piquin...", mientras ella votaba. Como no creo en Dios, creo en Mercury, y tipo como que mi viejo nos cargaba, y dijo "Si hoy gana Piquin, Freddie es el mesias". &lt;b&gt;Te cague, viejo&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Despues, cuando daban un video sobre el y Noelia en el transcurso del año, pusieron de fondo "The show must go on" e "In my defence" (no puedo creer que hayan puesto ese tema :'D). Y la frutilla del postre, estaba hablando durante la votacion Anibal Pachano, y salio el tema de que Noelia tenia dos angeles, que eran unas nenas que estaban ahi, y Pachano le dijo a Piquin algo como "Asi como Noelia tiene a esos dos angeles, nosotros tenemos a uno que es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Freddie Mercury&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, vos en la danza y yo en mi enfermedad, porque ese hombre enfrento su enfermedad con tanta entereza..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Falleci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mi viejo, &lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;un mesias&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; (?), para Piquin y Pachano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;un angel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, y para mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;un dios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-2313644717927187497?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2313644717927187497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-mesias-ni-que-angel-dios-gente-dios.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2313644717927187497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2313644717927187497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-mesias-ni-que-angel-dios-gente-dios.html' title='Que mesias ni que angel, DIOS, gente, DIOS!'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8451590013542304047</id><published>2011-12-12T02:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T02:02:16.934-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Esos dias en los que a uno le tocan todos los boludos... bueno, a veces uno. La cuestion es que me saca XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-8451590013542304047?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8451590013542304047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8451590013542304047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8451590013542304047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/ok.html' title='Ok'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2454140356851425462</id><published>2011-12-11T01:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:22:01.052-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Cause it's all in the hands of a bitter, bitter man</title><content type='html'>No voy a negar que lo extraño. Pero por lo menos ahora lo puedo recordar con una sonrisa -aunque &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;no deberia recordarlo&lt;/span&gt;. Si antes me hubieran preguntado que elegiría entre haberlo conocido y pasar por lo que pase, o &amp;nbsp;no haberlo conocido jamas, hubiera elegido lo segundo. A partir del 24 de noviembre, en cambio, podria elegir la primera opcion. Realmente fue &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;un antes y un despues &lt;/span&gt;de el, fueron dos años llenos de altibajos, de momentos hermosos y momentos horribles. Pensaba que era madura, pero al cumplir los 17 la cabeza se me transformo respecto a &lt;b&gt;todo &lt;/b&gt;y a el, y &lt;i&gt;el&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;en si tambien me transformo. Con haberle escrito la carta no hacia nada, porque perfectamente no la podria haber leido. Pero me anime y le pregunte, y cuando me dijo que si, con esa sonrisa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;hermosa&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;que tiene, &lt;u&gt;me libere por completo&lt;/u&gt;. Este hombre me cambio la vida, cambio mi forma de ser, y cambio mi rumbo, saco lo peor y lo mejor de mi, y consiguio que fuera valiente no solo una vez, &lt;i&gt;sino dos veces&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, MNV, &lt;i&gt;jamas&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;te voy a olvidar. 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Así que ve por él."&lt;/i&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/3377707820873829843-9153781910150064850?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/9153781910150064850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/amelie-va-cambiar-mi-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/9153781910150064850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/9153781910150064850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/12/amelie-va-cambiar-mi-vida.html' title='Amelie va a cambiar mi vida'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8554668288671348381</id><published>2011-11-30T17:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:34:44.822-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Congratulations to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;No me lleve Matematica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Chau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-8554668288671348381?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8554668288671348381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/congratulations-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8554668288671348381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8554668288671348381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/congratulations-to-me.html' title='Congratulations to me'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4183896116064102112</id><published>2011-11-27T00:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:19:11.035-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>The child is grown, the song is over</title><content type='html'>Finalmente &lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;termine el colegio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Todo fue MUY rapido. Esta semana, despues de meses, me decidi a preguntarle al Señor X si habia leido lo que le escribi. Se dio el momento &lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;justo&lt;/i&gt;. Me dijo con el mismo modo con el que me habia recibido la carta (osea, riendose) "Sisi! como no la voy a leer!". Ya esta, arranque el dia llorando de tristeza, y termine llorando de felicidad. No fue un 24 de noviembre tan malo, despues de todo. &lt;br /&gt;Ahora solo falta volver para retirar la nota de Matematica y ver si me la llevo, ir a la entrega de diplomas, y en caso de llevarmela, ir a rendir, retirar el titulo, y &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no volver a verlo nunca jamas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4183896116064102112?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4183896116064102112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/child-is-grown-song-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4183896116064102112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4183896116064102112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/child-is-grown-song-is-over.html' title='The child is grown, the song is over'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3571770530977601704</id><published>2011-11-23T23:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:27:41.701-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Mercury'/><title type='text'>You can reduce me to tears with a single sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Freddie. Por donde empezar. Esta fecha siempre se me presenta en un momento jodido de mi vida, sobre todo este año. Por eso no se por donde empezar a hablar, tengo una mezcla &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;enorme &lt;/span&gt;de sentimientos. Viendo en la tele los especiales sobre tu vida, leyendo las notas en diarios, revistas, etc., escuchando tu voz, pensando en lo que viviste y en &lt;b&gt;todo lo que nos dejaste&lt;/b&gt;, se me hace un nudo en la garganta y mis ojos empiezan a empaparse. Por que sera que despues de 40 años nos seguis provocando lo mismo a tantas personas? Vos moriste poco antes de que yo naciera, pero sin embargo, siento que te hubiese conocido de toda la vida; mas alla de que seas la &lt;u&gt;estrella&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;que sos, y a pesar de tu lejania y por supuesto tu muerte, te siento mas cerca que a nadie, realmente &lt;b&gt;como un padre&lt;/b&gt;. Siento que en cada foto o video que miro, tus ojitos ya saben lo que me pasa. Se que te tengo cansado con todas las cosas que te pido, pero sabes que te lo voy a retribuir, no voy a permitir que tu legado se muera, y voy a transmitir tu musica y tu mensaje lo mas que pueda. Y voy a seguir ese mensaje, porque se que vos me das &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;para complacerme y que yo este feliz, y sin embargo a veces no o estoy, y es por eso que voy a tomar tu actitud, me voy a comer al mundo y a luchar, como hiciste vos, por todos mis sueños, y si &lt;i&gt;alguno&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;no se puede alcanzar, fuck off, tratare de sobrellevarlo de la mejor manera posible, porque no voy a desperdiciar todo lo que me das.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Gracias, Freddie. Ya lo sabes, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cambiaste mi vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, que mas puedo decir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhRRIQT2I-M/Ts2rbDCO5kI/AAAAAAAADbI/heWdlEaLWJg/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhRRIQT2I-M/Ts2rbDCO5kI/AAAAAAAADbI/heWdlEaLWJg/s320/cats.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Que vuelva el doodle, por favor :´)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-3571770530977601704?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3571770530977601704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-can-reduce-me-to-tears-with-single.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3571770530977601704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3571770530977601704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-can-reduce-me-to-tears-with-single.html' title='You can reduce me to tears with a single sigh'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhRRIQT2I-M/Ts2rbDCO5kI/AAAAAAAADbI/heWdlEaLWJg/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-457578962064191967</id><published>2011-11-21T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:00:01.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years ago...</title><content type='html'>Hace 3 años yo estaba en &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;el mejor dia de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;. Realmente &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;cumpli un sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. Me veo tan chica... 14 años y ya un sueño cumplido. Ojala se repita. Diran lo que diran de los Queen y de Paul Rodgers, pero sin esa union, yo y muchos mas nos hubieramos quedado sin cumplir este sueño. Seria injusto que nuestros padres hubieran visto a Queen, y nosotros, por no poder elegir cuando nacer, y teniendo la oportunidad de ver a al menos dos de ellos en un escenario, no hubieramos podido por los boludos que hablan porque criticar es gratis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Gracias, Queen, por no dar bola a las criticas no constructivas, y por cumplirme un sueño. Cambiaron mi vida, literalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-457578962064191967?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/457578962064191967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/457578962064191967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/457578962064191967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/3-years-ago.html' title='3 years ago...'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2914978918266449398</id><published>2011-11-20T22:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:41:42.856-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>With a little help from my friends</title><content type='html'>Los que no me conocen pensarian que soy alta pelotuda por sufrir por otro pelotudo. Y los que me conocen pensarian (piensan) lo mismo. La diferencia es que los que no me conocen me critican, y los que me conocen tratan de ayudarme. Para toda esa gente que no me conoce, y no me toma enserio, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;fuck you.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;No me importa lo que digan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Es hora de los agradecimientos de fin de año, un poquito adelantado todo, pero me caen en noviembre, no puedo esperar hasta diciembre: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;gracias Martin, conocido como "el pelotudo" por mis amigos, por demostrarme que el amor lo unico que logra es hacerte sufrir, gracias por enseñarme que antes de "enamorarme" de alguien debo actuar mas en frio, gracias por hacerme mas fuerte; gracias tambien al otro Martin, a &lt;b&gt;mi&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;amigo&lt;/b&gt; Martin, por decirme las cosas como son y tirarme un baldazo de agua fria y pegarme una cachetada para abrirme los ojos cuando lo necesito; gracias a Maca, por ser mi otra mitad, mi siamesa perdida, por cambiar mis lagrimas de tristeza por lagrimas de felicidad; gracias a Matilda, por ser mi angel de la guarda en la Tierra; gracias a mi China hermosa, por sufrir junto a mi, a pesar de que hablamos aproximadamente una vez por decada, gracias por verme y hacerme reir y llorar, leer mis pensamientos, sentir lo que siento, y ser &lt;i&gt;la persona que sos&lt;/i&gt;; gracias a los boludos, que ellos tambien me hacen mas fuerte!; gracias a todos mis amigos y amigas en general por hacerme pasar ratos tan hermosos y hacerme reir hasta que me doliera (que es lo que mas necesito en estos momentos) y por escucharme; y sobre todo, gracias a mis 4 dioses, y a mi querido abuelo, por que digo que Martin es el motor de mi vida, si &lt;b&gt;ustedes&lt;/b&gt; son el motor de mi vida, es injusto que yo me este lastimando de esta manera cuando ustedes me dan &lt;u&gt;todo&lt;/u&gt; para que yo pueda ser feliz (a pesar de las cosas malas de la vida).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ustedes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;-menos la primera persona que mencione + los demas boludos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;son la razon y el motor de mi vida. &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/3377707820873829843-2914978918266449398?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2914978918266449398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2914978918266449398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2914978918266449398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='With a little help from my friends'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3814536612900006453</id><published>2011-11-20T21:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:36:54.060-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>No happy ending</title><content type='html'>Pensar que dentro de dos semanas se acaba todo. Esa historia que tanto material le dio a este blog, y que llevo a transformarlo en un cuasi-diario intimo termina. No se si seguire posteando. Quizas si, para lo de Waters, o para contar como me fue en el comienzo de una&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-style: italic;"&gt; nueva vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(si es que llego...).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ultimamente no siento ganas de nada. Casi que lo unico que hice fue estudiar Matematica, y al pedo, porque se que no voy a aprobar este examen. No tengo ganas de escribir, no tengo ganas de hablar con nadie, no tengo ganas de tocar la guitarra, de practicar piano, de estudiar noruego, de leer, de dibujar. &lt;b&gt;De nada. &lt;/b&gt;No se que voy a hacer el año que viene, y pensar en donde voy a estar y como, me aterra. No quiero pensar en eso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Es mas, creo que ya ni metas tengo. El principal motor de mi vida no va a estar mas (bueno, en realidad &lt;u&gt;nunca estuvo&lt;/u&gt;) y ya no me importa nada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Voy a dejar de hacer promesas que se que no voy a poder cumplir. No quiero decepcionar a las unicas personas que me hacen feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-3814536612900006453?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3814536612900006453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3814536612900006453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3814536612900006453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-happy-ending.html' title='No happy ending'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5933063794015393871</id><published>2011-11-20T00:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:51:13.070-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Metas a corto plazo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Terminar el colegio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Cumplir 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;- Ser libre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5933063794015393871?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5933063794015393871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/metas-corto-plazo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5933063794015393871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5933063794015393871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/metas-corto-plazo.html' title='Metas a corto plazo'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2922053848745839595</id><published>2011-11-19T23:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:45:45.576-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Vos y cual ejercito?</title><content type='html'>Totalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Si es solo una persona, por que habria de ponerme mal?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; el y cuantos mas me van a poner mal?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Nadie. &lt;b&gt;Ni siquiera el.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-2922053848745839595?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2922053848745839595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/vos-y-cual-ejercito.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2922053848745839595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2922053848745839595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/vos-y-cual-ejercito.html' title='Vos y cual ejercito?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3545582826645610449</id><published>2011-11-13T01:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T01:15:12.547-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Jerk</title><content type='html'>Por mas que se haya decidido a pedirme disculpas por algo despues de 17 años, no va a lograr que lo "disculpe". En 17 años se acumularon muchas cosas, y como dice el refran, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;lo hecho, hecho esta.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Mi unico padre es Freddie Mercury, el me dio mucho mas que cualquier mortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-3545582826645610449?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3545582826645610449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/jerk.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3545582826645610449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3545582826645610449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/jerk.html' title='Jerk'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4800910283688837169</id><published>2011-11-12T00:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:19:38.002-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>After all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;"Creeme que el se lleva mucho de vos" &lt;/span&gt;es una frase que me acaba de decir mi querida Matilda. Segun ella, el tiene demasiadas razones para no olvidarme. Eso espero, no por el hecho de mortificarlo toda la vida por no haberme dado pelota y el diablo se llevara su alma y bla bla bla!! sino para que... aprenda, sepa como actuar? la proxima vez que le pase... jeje, &lt;i&gt;""la proxima vez""&lt;/i&gt;... Espero que algun dia se acuerde de mi, que le salga una sonrisa y piense "Era una buena piba despues de todo...".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4800910283688837169?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4800910283688837169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4800910283688837169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4800910283688837169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-all.html' title='After all'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4886554275146235492</id><published>2011-11-10T23:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:38:52.696-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>What would had happened if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Que hubiera pasado si aquel dia no hubiera preguntado su nombre? si no me hubiese burlado con mis compañeras de el? si hubiera tomado sin importancia su parecido? si no me hubiera fijado tanto en el? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hubieran cambiado las cosas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4886554275146235492?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4886554275146235492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-would-had-happened-if.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4886554275146235492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4886554275146235492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-would-had-happened-if.html' title='What would had happened if...'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3180552015276346826</id><published>2011-11-10T21:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:50:18.028-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genesis'/><title type='text'>Lo siento, pero no</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;All that time I was searching, nowhere to run to, it started me thinking,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Wondering what I could make of my life, &lt;/span&gt;and who'd be waiting,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asking all kinds of questions to myself, but &lt;u&gt;never finding the answers,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Crying at the top of my voice, and no one listening,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;All this time, I still remember everything you said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;There's so much you promised,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; how could I ever forget.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Listen, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you know I love you, but I just can't take this,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know I love you, but I'm playing for keeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Although I need you, I'm not gonna make this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know I want to, but I'm in too deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;So listen, listen to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Ooh you must believe me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can feel your eyes go through me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;But I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Ooh I know you're going, but I can't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;It's the way that you're leaving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It's like we never knew each other at all, it may be my fault, I gave you too many reasons,&lt;/span&gt; being alone, when I didn't want to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt; I thought you'd always be there&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I almost believed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;All this time, I still remember everything you said, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;There's so much you promised, how could I ever forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Listen, you know I love you, but I just can't take this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know I love you, but I'm playing for keeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Although I need you, I'm not gonna make this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know I want to, but I'm in too deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;So listen, listen to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I can feel your eyes go through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;It seems I've spent too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Only thinking about myself - oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Now I want to spend my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Just caring bout somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Listen, you know I love you, but I just can't take this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know I love you, but I'm playing for keeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Although I need you, I'm not gonna make this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know I want to, but I'm in too deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know I love you, but I just can't take this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know I love you, but I'm playing for keeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Although I need you, I'm not gonna make this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know I want to, but I'm in too deep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-3180552015276346826?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3180552015276346826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-that-time-i-was-searching-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3180552015276346826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3180552015276346826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-that-time-i-was-searching-nowhere.html' title='Lo siento, pero no'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-6202081421661131041</id><published>2011-11-09T00:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T00:47:34.769-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Look into my eyes and you'll see I'm the only one</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;A veces me encantaria poder mirar a la gente a los ojos y "ver su alma", saber interpretar sus miradas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Admiro a las personas que hablan con los demas y miran a los ojos, yo no puedo, no se por que, nunca me fijo en la mirada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sera que por eso tal vez me cagan... no "elijo la mirada correcta"...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Tambien me gustaria que la gente observara mis miradas, y saber que transmito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se, cosas simplemente que se me pasan por la cabeza a veces (?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-6202081421661131041?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/6202081421661131041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-into-my-eyes-and-youll-see-im-only.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6202081421661131041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6202081421661131041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nadie consigue huir de su corazón. Por eso es mejor escuchar lo que te dice. Para que jamás venga un golpe que no esperas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"El Alquimista".&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/3377707820873829843-1472639592333330752?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/1472639592333330752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/maktub.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1472639592333330752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1472639592333330752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/maktub.html' title='Maktub'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-1273471877414432027</id><published>2011-11-05T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:34:35.767-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuaclones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Feliz cumple, Jonny Greenwood!</title><content type='html'>Bueno, les iba a contar pero me lo guarde para este dia. Hace unas semanas vi a un chico IGUAL a Jonny. Fue re loco, porque fui a la disqueria a comprarme unos discos de Radiohead que me faltaban, y el que me atendio &lt;b&gt;era&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jonny, jaja. No se, me enamore &amp;lt;3 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, felices 40, señor de las 4 decadas &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RjSpAD0Pv1c/TrSugUg2LcI/AAAAAAAADbA/FfN49pNhErQ/s1600/Jonny%252BGreenwood%252Bimage022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RjSpAD0Pv1c/TrSugUg2LcI/AAAAAAAADbA/FfN49pNhErQ/s320/Jonny%252BGreenwood%252Bimage022.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-1273471877414432027?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/1273471877414432027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/feliz-cumple-jonny-greenwood.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1273471877414432027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1273471877414432027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/feliz-cumple-jonny-greenwood.html' title='Feliz cumple, Jonny Greenwood!'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RjSpAD0Pv1c/TrSugUg2LcI/AAAAAAAADbA/FfN49pNhErQ/s72-c/Jonny%252BGreenwood%252Bimage022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8290267135486632696</id><published>2011-11-04T23:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:20:33.833-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuaclones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genesis'/><title type='text'>Despues de tanto tiempo...</title><content type='html'>... retomamos el tema de los clones del Rock (?&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vi un nene re parecido a este hombre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zU9cDZCT_1U/TrSdK-VMnXI/AAAAAAAADa4/vgLxRliB67E/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zU9cDZCT_1U/TrSdK-VMnXI/AAAAAAAADa4/vgLxRliB67E/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, a Peter Gabriel, señores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el proximo post les pongo otro clon que descubri ;) XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-8290267135486632696?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8290267135486632696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/despues-de-tanto-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8290267135486632696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8290267135486632696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/despues-de-tanto-tiempo.html' title='Despues de tanto tiempo...'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zU9cDZCT_1U/TrSdK-VMnXI/AAAAAAAADa4/vgLxRliB67E/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-328906968447176010</id><published>2011-11-03T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:31:28.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Past perfect future tense</title><content type='html'>Me parecen pateticas esas personas que dicen "Vive el momento". Lo intente -"intetente"-, pero no lo logre, es algo que todavia no comprendo. Uno viene a este mundo para vivir las cosas y que esas cosas le dejen un lindo recuerdo, y para pensar en que carajo va a hacer de su vida. Si vivimos en el presente seriamos una especie de vegetal.&lt;br /&gt;El pasado no lo olvido y el futuro es lo que tengo que crear porque es lo que se me viene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-328906968447176010?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/328906968447176010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/past-perfect-future-tense.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/328906968447176010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/328906968447176010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/past-perfect-future-tense.html' title='Past perfect future tense'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4071408297776717934</id><published>2011-11-01T00:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:04:31.421-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apparatjik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magne F'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>Gratulerer med dagen, tio!</title><content type='html'>Jaja, bueno, ya a este hombre le quedo "tio" desde aquella grata visita a nuestro pais en el 2010 :)&lt;br /&gt;Que los cumpla muy, muy feliz, este pedazo de loco, y que siga haciendo esa musica tan alocadamente hermosa y genial que lo caracteriza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Jeg elsker deg, Mags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De paso les dejo 4 temas nuevos que estuvo presentando Apparatjik:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/diy3rLf7V24" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vKuvI8L7Xbc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ME8YMKYk73s" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3CP4r4MilJw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4071408297776717934?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4071408297776717934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratulerer-med-dagen-tio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4071408297776717934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4071408297776717934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratulerer-med-dagen-tio.html' title='Gratulerer med dagen, tio!'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/diy3rLf7V24/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4797310357231736028</id><published>2011-10-30T22:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T22:06:01.404-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apparatjik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magne F'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpYV25mslzs/Tq30Fe_96nI/AAAAAAAADaw/E9AylFB87l0/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpYV25mslzs/Tq30Fe_96nI/AAAAAAAADaw/E9AylFB87l0/s320/cats.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto de ver a Magne en cualquier lado esta pasando cada vez mas seguido... :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4797310357231736028?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4797310357231736028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/esto-de-ver-magne-en-cualquier-lado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4797310357231736028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4797310357231736028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/esto-de-ver-magne-en-cualquier-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpYV25mslzs/Tq30Fe_96nI/AAAAAAAADaw/E9AylFB87l0/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-6383393666168883404</id><published>2011-10-28T00:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:59:47.084-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Vos y cual ejercito?</title><content type='html'>Nunca se pusieron a pensar en como se comporta la gente? nunca se pusieron a observar?&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se sintieron cagados, humillados, ignorados, odiados, por alguien? Nunca pensaron "Me detesta!"?&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se preguntaron el por que de ese odio hacia ustedes? decir "Yo que te hice para que me trates asi!!".&lt;br /&gt;Encima es encarar o seguir tragandote toda la mierda amarga...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-6383393666168883404?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/6383393666168883404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/vos-y-cual-ejercito.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6383393666168883404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6383393666168883404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/vos-y-cual-ejercito.html' title='Vos y cual ejercito?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3338165304716660662</id><published>2011-10-25T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:10:57.402-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>True love waits</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm not living&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm just killing time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-3338165304716660662?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3338165304716660662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/release-me-release-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3338165304716660662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3338165304716660662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/release-me-release-me.html' title='True love waits'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-563956242900146807</id><published>2011-10-18T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:46:06.948-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apparatjik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magne F'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>No veo patentes de autos, pero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Simplemente eso. Son esas cosas de la vida que a uno lo hacen pensar y decir &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Casualidad o causalidad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4858971775867446327?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4858971775867446327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-kill-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4858971775867446327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4858971775867446327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-kill-me.html' title='Please kill me'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4572278584565784575</id><published>2011-10-17T17:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:30:53.436-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Paper has more patience than people</title><content type='html'>Estoy leyendo "The diary of Anne Frank" y en uno de los primeros "capitulos" la nena puso eso. No puede ser tan cierto. Ultimamente estoy MUY pegada a la literatura y a la escritura, me hace bien desahogarme de esta manera. Siento que escribiendo puedo decir cosas que con palabras no, y no me importa si lo leen o no, la cosa es largar todo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4572278584565784575?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4572278584565784575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/paper-has-more-patience-than-people.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4572278584565784575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4572278584565784575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/paper-has-more-patience-than-people.html' title='Paper has more patience than people'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8529377890710593478</id><published>2011-10-13T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:40:08.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Un mundo feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;An hour later, in the Changing Room, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Fanny&lt;/span&gt; was energetically protesting. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"But &lt;b&gt;it's absurd to let yourself get into a state like this&lt;/b&gt;. Simply absurd," &lt;/span&gt;she repeated. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"And what about? A man–one&amp;nbsp;man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;But he's the one I want&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;As though there weren't millions of other men in the world&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;But I don't want them&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;How can you know till you've tried?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;I have tried&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"But how many?" asked Fanny, shrugging her shoulders contemptuously. "One, two?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Dozens. But," &lt;/span&gt;shaking her head, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"it wasn't any good,"&lt;/span&gt; she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Well, &lt;b&gt;you must persevere&lt;/b&gt;," &lt;/span&gt;said&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; Fanny &lt;/span&gt;sententiously. But it was obvious that her confidence in her own prescriptions had been shaken.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; "Nothing can be achieved without perseverance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;But meanwhile…&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Don't think of him&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;I can't help it&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Take&amp;nbsp;soma, then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"I do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Well, go on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;But in the intervals I still like him&lt;/b&gt;. I shall always like him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Well, if that's the case," &lt;/span&gt;said&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; Fanny&lt;/span&gt;, with decision,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; "&lt;b&gt;why don't you just go and take him. Whether he wants it or no&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"But if you knew how terribly&amp;nbsp;queer&amp;nbsp;he was!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"All the more reason for taking a firm line."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"It's all very well to&amp;nbsp;say&amp;nbsp;that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Don't stand any nonsense. Act." Fanny&lt;/span&gt;'s voice was a trumpet; she might have been a Y.W.F.A. lecturer giving an evening talk to adolescent Beta-Minuses. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Yes, act–at once. Do it now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;I'd be scared&lt;/b&gt;,"&lt;/span&gt; said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Lenina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Well, you've only got to take half a gramme of&amp;nbsp;soma&amp;nbsp;first. And now I'm going to have my bath."&lt;/span&gt; She marched off, trailing her towel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-8529377890710593478?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8529377890710593478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/un-mundo-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8529377890710593478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8529377890710593478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/un-mundo-feliz.html' title='Un mundo feliz'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3619941334686487803</id><published>2011-10-08T01:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T01:12:45.576-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Mercury'/><title type='text'>Freddie</title><content type='html'>El sabado pasado fui a ver el musical de Hernan Piquin sobre la vida de Mercury. La verdad, no tengo palabras. Me basta con decir que me la pase &lt;i&gt;todo el show&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;llorando, y ahora, cada vez que lo veo a Hernan lloro. Es increible como con una &lt;b&gt;gran simpleza&lt;/b&gt; cuenta &lt;b&gt;toda una vida&lt;/b&gt;... Ademas, los temas que eligio son uno mejor que otro, todavia no puedo creer como puso esas canciones, canciones que seguro ni la mitad de la gente que estaba ahi conocia... Pero lo mejor, es que respeto su vida integramente, conto exactamente como fue, cosa que no pense que lograrian...&lt;br /&gt;Las canciones fueron: "The show must go on", "You take my breath away", "Living on my own", "Love of my life", "How can I go on", "One year of love", "I want to break free", "Radio ga ga", "We are the champions", "We will rock you", "Bohemian rhapsody", "Killer queen", "Don't stop me now", "Too much love will kill you", "Bijou", "Somebody to love", "Love kills", "Mother love" y "Don't try so hard".&lt;br /&gt;Iria a ver esta obra mil veces mas, no solo por Queen, sino por Piquin. Haber visto a este &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;gran &lt;/span&gt;bailarin, y encima en esta obra, es como ver a dos genios en uno, terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-3619941334686487803?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3619941334686487803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/freddie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3619941334686487803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3619941334686487803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/freddie.html' title='Freddie'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-7672591272326825299</id><published>2011-10-08T00:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:34:29.893-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Happy b-day, Thom Yorke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1HT-miNBgo/To_EF7EMGnI/AAAAAAAADac/YbUMvVLSwb4/s1600/275466_100002705220441_421346703_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1HT-miNBgo/To_EF7EMGnI/AAAAAAAADac/YbUMvVLSwb4/s1600/275466_100002705220441_421346703_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, nada, 43 pirulines, todo un young boy.&lt;br /&gt;En que pensara en esa foto, no? "Pucha, me esta por agarrar la crisis de los 40...". Thom, tranqui, sos demasiado groso para entrar en crisis. Al contrario, YO soy la que tiene que entrar en crisis por lo que vos haces... Y con un simple saludo de cumpleaños que se fue por las ramas y termine hablando sobre como Radiohead afecta mi vida, creo que un saludo de cumpleaños de mi parte nunca fue tan extenso (?&lt;br /&gt;Tarde pero seguro, 7 de octubre, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;feliz cumple, Thom Yorke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-7672591272326825299?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/7672591272326825299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-b-day-thom-yorke.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7672591272326825299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7672591272326825299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-b-day-thom-yorke.html' title='Happy b-day, Thom Yorke!'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1HT-miNBgo/To_EF7EMGnI/AAAAAAAADac/YbUMvVLSwb4/s72-c/275466_100002705220441_421346703_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2356457734382169652</id><published>2011-10-06T23:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:49:36.946-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>It's such a wonderful life</title><content type='html'>Hablando con un par de amigos y demas personas, todos me comentaban lo &lt;i&gt;bullshit&lt;/i&gt; que fue esta semana. Gente que murio, enfermedades, personas que se dedican &lt;strike&gt;inconcientemente&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;a cagarle la vida a los demas, pruebas, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: me hice otro blog, pero con este vivi demasiadas cosas, no lo puedo abandonar &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-2356457734382169652?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2356457734382169652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-such-wonderful-life.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2356457734382169652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2356457734382169652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-such-wonderful-life.html' title='It&apos;s such a wonderful life'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5716328816165188839</id><published>2011-10-06T22:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:57:08.608-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>Date cuenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;You think you lost your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;When I saw her yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;It's you she's thinking of&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And she told me what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;She says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;she loves you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And you know that can't be bad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Yes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;she loves you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And you know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-size: 11px;"&gt;you should be glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;She said&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;you hurt her so&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;She almost lost her mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And now she says she knows&lt;br /&gt;You're not the hurting kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;She says she loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And you know that can't be bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Yes, she loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And you know you should be glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-size: 11px;"&gt;with a love like that&lt;br /&gt;You know you should be glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I think it's only fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Pride can hurt you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Apologize to her&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because she loves you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And you know that can't be bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Yes, she loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And you know you should be glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;With a love like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;You know you should be glad&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/3377707820873829843-5716328816165188839?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5716328816165188839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/date-cuenta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5716328816165188839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5716328816165188839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/10/date-cuenta.html' title='Date cuenta'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4680354791602644999</id><published>2011-09-30T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:27:06.048-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syd Barrett'/><title type='text'>Why for so long he'd been gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;And I wondered for those I love &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;I cried in my mind where I stand behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;The beauty of love's in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4680354791602644999?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4680354791602644999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-for-so-long-hed-been-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4680354791602644999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4680354791602644999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-for-so-long-hed-been-gone.html' title='Why for so long he&apos;d been gone'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3928056668635197930</id><published>2011-09-28T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:27:06.053-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Waters'/><title type='text'>La felicidad impresa en un cacho de papel (o cachos...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Primero esto&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNcFQoFXeRg/ToPYIKfJiDI/AAAAAAAADZ8/EWdJ22X4TqE/s1600/295858_2461886668118_1280735848_32911952_1720941661_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNcFQoFXeRg/ToPYIKfJiDI/AAAAAAAADZ8/EWdJ22X4TqE/s320/295858_2461886668118_1280735848_32911952_1720941661_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Despues esto&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xjVH25suJ0/ToPYIpIqrKI/AAAAAAAADaA/a3StMxW5evI/s1600/313896_2466078852920_1280735848_32915005_1596809887_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xjVH25suJ0/ToPYIpIqrKI/AAAAAAAADaA/a3StMxW5evI/s320/313896_2466078852920_1280735848_32915005_1596809887_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gracias, viejo, te portaste, debo reconocerlo u_u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y hoy esto:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeq4TeBUVDs/ToPYJYE0l3I/AAAAAAAADaE/IRanxMXq49A/s1600/319234_2469433736790_1280735848_32917309_496637697_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeq4TeBUVDs/ToPYJYE0l3I/AAAAAAAADaE/IRanxMXq49A/s320/319234_2469433736790_1280735848_32917309_496637697_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L17sCzJUN-w/ToPYKdl2qWI/AAAAAAAADaM/UjquMF0PYPY/s1600/321181_2469434016797_1280735848_32917310_205505751_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L17sCzJUN-w/ToPYKdl2qWI/AAAAAAAADaM/UjquMF0PYPY/s320/321181_2469434016797_1280735848_32917310_205505751_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;La frutillita del postre jejeje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z5JicUpmRQ/ToPYJ3K828I/AAAAAAAADaI/-yDG_cdBWBw/s1600/319290_2469436736865_1280735848_32917321_859239122_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z5JicUpmRQ/ToPYJ3K828I/AAAAAAAADaI/-yDG_cdBWBw/s320/319290_2469436736865_1280735848_32917321_859239122_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seguramente fue en su viaje de pesca a Argentina &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se, que puedo decir? que estoy &lt;b&gt;consternada&lt;/b&gt;? (?&lt;br /&gt;Jaja, no reacciono, juro que todavia no caigo que voy a ir a ver a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, y menos que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ya tengo la entrada&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/3377707820873829843-3928056668635197930?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3928056668635197930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-felicidad-impresa-en-un-cacho-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3928056668635197930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3928056668635197930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-felicidad-impresa-en-un-cacho-de.html' title='La felicidad impresa en un cacho de papel (o cachos...)'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNcFQoFXeRg/ToPYIKfJiDI/AAAAAAAADZ8/EWdJ22X4TqE/s72-c/295858_2461886668118_1280735848_32911952_1720941661_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-6593425710840929307</id><published>2011-09-28T00:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:48:57.521-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>Jeg vil gjøre mitt gråter i regnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'll never let you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The way my broken heart is hurting me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #e06666; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I've got my pride and I know I'll do hide&lt;br /&gt;All my sorrow and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;If I wait for stormy skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;You'll never know that I still love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Though the heartaches remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Raindrops falling from heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Could never take away my misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;But since we're not together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I pray for stormy weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To hide these tears I hope you'll never see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Some day when my cryin's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I may be a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;But till then, darling, you'll, never see me complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Since we're not together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I pray for stormy weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;To hide these tears I hope you'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Some day when my cryin's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I may be a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;But till then, darling, you'll, never see me complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain.&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/3377707820873829843-6593425710840929307?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/6593425710840929307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/jeg-vil-gjre-mitt-grater-i-regnet.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6593425710840929307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6593425710840929307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/jeg-vil-gjre-mitt-grater-i-regnet.html' title='Jeg vil gjøre mitt gråter i regnet'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-449870061759382765</id><published>2011-09-27T18:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:38:14.598-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Bueh...</title><content type='html'>... lo que me faltaba... busco cosas sobre los medios en la epoca de Peron &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;y me aparece la foto de un disco de Radiohead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-449870061759382765?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/449870061759382765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/bueh.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/449870061759382765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/449870061759382765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/bueh.html' title='Bueh...'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8424731686908979041</id><published>2011-09-27T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:42:13.350-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Bandas a escuchar mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;- King Crimson;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes;&lt;br /&gt;- Black Sabbath;&lt;br /&gt;- Uriah Heep; &lt;br /&gt;- Rainbow; &lt;br /&gt;- The Drums;&lt;br /&gt;- Blur;&lt;br /&gt;- Madness;&lt;br /&gt;- Simon and Garfunkel;&lt;br /&gt;- The Doors;&lt;br /&gt;- Camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chau,&lt;u&gt; a dormir&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3377707820873829843-8424731686908979041?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8424731686908979041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/bandas-escuchar-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8424731686908979041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8424731686908979041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/bandas-escuchar-mas.html' title='Bandas a escuchar mas'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8201761844172607229</id><published>2011-09-24T23:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T23:36:24.400-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Mi problema es la gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Gente que se hace la importante poniendo en el msn "No estoy, al celu", y seguro que no recibe ni un puto mensaje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Digo, si no estas, para que orto te conectas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-8201761844172607229?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8201761844172607229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/mi-problema-es-la-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8201761844172607229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8201761844172607229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/mi-problema-es-la-gente.html' title='Mi problema es la gente'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8860305332197818892</id><published>2011-09-22T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:37:08.257-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syd Barrett'/><title type='text'>Tierra llamando a Barrett (?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dL_x65UHdo/Tnqs_zaG8lI/AAAAAAAADZ4/K2k-ondO7U4/s1600/tumblr_lrwjbv27uO1qk2o5co1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dL_x65UHdo/Tnqs_zaG8lI/AAAAAAAADZ4/K2k-ondO7U4/s320/tumblr_lrwjbv27uO1qk2o5co1_500.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd, yo se que si me pusiste a este hombre en mi camino&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt; fue por algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... Por favor, hace que no haya sido en vano :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-8860305332197818892?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8860305332197818892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/tierra-llamando-barrett.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8860305332197818892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8860305332197818892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/tierra-llamando-barrett.html' title='Tierra llamando a Barrett (?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dL_x65UHdo/Tnqs_zaG8lI/AAAAAAAADZ4/K2k-ondO7U4/s72-c/tumblr_lrwjbv27uO1qk2o5co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5048137997389117011</id><published>2011-09-19T22:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:59:48.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Can you read my mind?</title><content type='html'>La mente tiene vida propia, es independiente de todo nuestro cuerpo, de nuestros sentimientos, va en contra de ellos. Parece que se deja manejar, pero nos da una estocada; pensamos que somos capaces de controlarnos al punto de no llegar a hacer algo malo, pero lo hacemos, o hay momentos en los que pensamos que seriamos capaces de hacer &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;lo peor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;, pero en realidad es una mala pasada que nos juega nuestra cabeza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabeza mia, deja de torturarme, no vez que mi corazon se esta cansando?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5048137997389117011?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5048137997389117011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-you-read-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5048137997389117011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5048137997389117011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/can-you-read-my-mind.html' title='Can you read my mind?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-186065231423740922</id><published>2011-09-18T00:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:21:34.556-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mika'/><title type='text'>Estoy parada en frente de usted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm standing across from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And dreaming of the things I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I don't speak,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;you don't know me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;For fear of what you might do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3"&gt;nothing but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; stare at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I'm trippin' over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth be told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My problems solved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;You mean &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2"&gt;the world&lt;/span&gt; to me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You could be cruel to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're risking the way that I see you&lt;br /&gt;That I see you&lt;br /&gt;That I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Not me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm hesitating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; Only to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I'm waiting,&lt;/span&gt; I'm hating everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Could it be you fell for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And any possible similarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it's all, how would I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;You never knew me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; but I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing across from you (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I've dreamt alone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now the dreams won't do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing across from you (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, my problem solved&lt;br /&gt;You mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;You could be cruel to me&lt;br /&gt;While we're risking the way that I see you&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing across from you (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do (But I see you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;But I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre supe que esta cancion era triste. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ahora la siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-186065231423740922?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/186065231423740922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/estoy-parada-en-frente-de-usted.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/186065231423740922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/186065231423740922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/estoy-parada-en-frente-de-usted.html' title='Estoy parada en frente de usted'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4841834907218003385</id><published>2011-09-15T16:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:39:55.054-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy casi se me pasa este dia. Es loco, pero es asi. Me entusiasme demasiado con el cumpleaños de Morten Harket, y hoy a la mañana, cuando vi la fecha, me quede pensando, y me percate de &lt;i&gt;semejante&lt;/i&gt; dia... 3 años, TRES años sin esta &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gran &lt;/b&gt;persona&lt;/span&gt; y este &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;gran&lt;/b&gt; musico&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Con todos pongo lo mismo, lo se, pero es asi. Lo unico que puedo hacer es agradecer, agradecerle a este hermoso hombre todo lo que nos y ME dio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21RnW5KNi08/TnJTEwxIs8I/AAAAAAAADZ0/4QNVg0tJje0/s320/28674_115180545194123_112918238753687_99311_3246136_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 144px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652671823578969026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rick, no te das una idea de &lt;i&gt;cuanto&lt;/i&gt; te extrañanos... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3377707820873829843-4841834907218003385?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4841834907218003385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoy-casi-se-me-pasa-este-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4841834907218003385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4841834907218003385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoy-casi-se-me-pasa-este-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21RnW5KNi08/TnJTEwxIs8I/AAAAAAAADZ0/4QNVg0tJje0/s72-c/28674_115180545194123_112918238753687_99311_3246136_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4163445469518758683</id><published>2011-09-14T15:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:31:19.227-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chistes boludos'/><title type='text'>TimeMachine</title><content type='html'>Viajas en el tiempo. Supuestamente cuando viajas al pasado se crea un universo paralelo, por lo que no podes matar a tu abuelo. Ya que no podes matar a tu abuelo decidis ir a recital que dio Queen en Hyde Park en el '76. &lt;div&gt;- "Hello, I came to see Queen :D"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Here's no Queen :s"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;D: D: D: D: D: D: D:&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/3377707820873829843-4163445469518758683?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4163445469518758683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/timemachine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4163445469518758683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4163445469518758683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/timemachine.html' title='TimeMachine'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5491186740830139761</id><published>2011-09-14T00:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:25:00.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morten Harket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>Gratulerer med dagen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUiqULUERfc/TnARgxyRUOI/AAAAAAAADZk/mHlHp4VN__4/s1600/58579_159322580747438_100000090926137_529960_7622583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUiqULUERfc/TnARgxyRUOI/AAAAAAAADZk/mHlHp4VN__4/s320/58579_159322580747438_100000090926137_529960_7622583_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652036787167645922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es el cumpleaños de este &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gran&lt;/span&gt; cantante y este &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gran&lt;/span&gt; ser humano. Espero que tenga un dia &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt; precioso como los que el medio aquella semana en marzo. Så, gratulerer med dagen, vakker Norsk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPgborQE8Bg/TnARgiMtrkI/AAAAAAAADZc/JPlqlUvNuYo/s1600/SNC00492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPgborQE8Bg/TnARgiMtrkI/AAAAAAAADZc/JPlqlUvNuYo/s320/SNC00492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652036782983589442" 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/3377707820873829843-5491186740830139761?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5491186740830139761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Talk to me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you never talk to me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooh,&lt;em&gt; it seems that I can speak.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my voice shoutin' out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But there's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Look at me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;you never look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ooh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I've been sittin, starin',&lt;/span&gt; seems so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you're lookin' through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like I wasn't here at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No reply. There's no reply at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me, you never dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it seems that I can move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm close to you, close as I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yet there's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;There's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Be with me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seems you're never here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been tryin' to get over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's out of my reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And there's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;There's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I get the feelin' you're tryin' to tell me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there somethin' that I should know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What excuse are you tryin' to sell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I be readin' stop or go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with me. Seems you're never here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I've been tryin' to get over there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but it's out of my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And there's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;There's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feelin' you're tryin' to tell me;&lt;br /&gt;Is there somethin' that I should know?&lt;br /&gt;What excuse are you tryin' to sell me?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be readin' stop or go?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Maybe deep down inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm tryin' for no one else but me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too stubborn to say, "The buck stops here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you're lookin' for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But maybe deep down inside, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm lyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To no one else but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but my back is up. I'm on my guard&lt;br /&gt;With all the exits sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Listen to me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you never listen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; it seems there's no way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been tryin' but we cannot connect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And there's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;There's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;There's no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;No reply at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody list'nin? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, there's no reply at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Increible como una cancion dice TODO lo que uno siente, no? fue un shock escuchar esta hoy por primera vez... Genesis, cada dia me gustas mas.&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/3377707820873829843-3342332514603523590?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3342332514603523590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/asi-se-siente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3342332514603523590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3342332514603523590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/asi-se-siente.html' title='Asi se siente'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5925712576195577020</id><published>2011-09-05T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:21:30.162-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Mercury'/><title type='text'>65 years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmrKbaOIaTg/TmQ-p8m6KxI/AAAAAAAADYs/a2Das365hdw/s1600/41163_156450831034792_119868458026363_486877_2818876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmrKbaOIaTg/TmQ-p8m6KxI/AAAAAAAADYs/a2Das365hdw/s400/41163_156450831034792_119868458026363_486877_2818876_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648708722994326290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace 65 años (esto esta re quemado, pero no me importa) venia a este mundo de mierda una persona? ser? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;dios&lt;/span&gt;? para mejorarlo. Y lo logro. Logro hacer llorar, reir, sonreir, celebrar a miles de millones de personas en todas partes, incluso en los momentos mas dificiles (personales y &lt;i&gt;politicos&lt;/i&gt;). Su voz es capaz de llegar hasta lo mas profundo de uno y dar escalofrios, reconocible de aca al infinito, dulce, poderosa, todo depende de lo que estes escuchando y lo que transmita la cancion, porque el logro eso, darle &lt;b&gt;cuerpo&lt;/b&gt; a una cancion. Y cuando digo cuerpo me refiero a que pareciera que el esta ahi con vos cantandola, que vos sentis lo que el esta cantando, por la forma en que lo transmite. "Death on two legs", "You take my breath away", "Bohemian rhapsody", puedo decir decenas... O mismo canciones que el no escribio, pero las siente e interpreta de una manera en la que se apodera de ellas... Ademas ni mencionemos su manera de tocar el piano. Oido absoluto tenia el HDP, ja!&lt;div&gt;Ya dejo de ser mi cantante y musico preferido, ahora paso a ser &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;un padre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. Por todo lo que me diste, musical y personalmente, y lo que me vas a dar en un futuro, porque sabes que confio en vos, y se que vas a estar ahi &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;siempre&lt;/i&gt;, cada vez que te necesite, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;feliz cumpleaños dondequiera que estes, Farrokh Bomi :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Off: esto es muy loco: primero, le hicieron un DOODLE a Freddie, osea :´) :´) :´) esto es mas groso que lo de Les Paul jaja, y segundo, justo pusieron "Don't stop me now", cancion que me estoy aprendiendo en piano! que coincidencia, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Miren :´)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                                             &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urG4g4v3UBw/TmQ-qI7V95I/AAAAAAAADY0/O7ikDLa9HQg/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m5RtSTrLk6k" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5925712576195577020?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5925712576195577020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/65-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5925712576195577020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5925712576195577020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/65-years-ago.html' title='65 years ago'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmrKbaOIaTg/TmQ-p8m6KxI/AAAAAAAADYs/a2Das365hdw/s72-c/41163_156450831034792_119868458026363_486877_2818876_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-1928422401194595435</id><published>2011-09-04T01:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T02:12:24.107-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>How can you say that I didn't try?</title><content type='html'>No se por que, pero mi mejor amiga siempre me tira la posta. Bueh, seria como que "me dice lo que quiero escuchar", es como un self-engaño (?), pero en serio, siento que lo que me dice ella sobrepasa lo que cualquier persona me pueda decir, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;palabra santa&lt;/span&gt;, me dan ganas de llorar las cosas que me dice, porque son cosas que &lt;i&gt;espero que alguien me las diga&lt;/i&gt;, inconscientemente, y ella lo dice!&lt;div&gt;Respecto a lo de la carta que le di a Mr. X, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;, me saque un peso de encima, y&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;, no puedo dejar de pensar en que se le pasara por la cabeza. El tipo no me comento nada, bueno, esta bien que yo le pedi que hicieramos como si no paso nada por verguenza, pero &lt;b&gt;algo&lt;/b&gt; siempre sale a la luz, no? osea, es ALTO tema de conversacion... (? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y bueno, en fin, no me dijo nada, y ademas no se presento la oportunidad creo yo, solo en un momento que me lo cruce en las escaleras, pero no se si daba... y ella me dijo que si se tiene que dar, si tiene que suceder el hecho de que el me encare, el momento va a aparecer, y totalmente! no se por que soy la primera en decirle a los demas que las cosas pasan por algo y esto no se me habia ocurrido! Y otra cosa que me dijo es que si el chabon me tiene que decir algo, &lt;i&gt;tarde o temprano&lt;/i&gt; me lo va a decir... y es verdad, las cosas tarde o temprano salen a la luz... Y tambien me dijo que hice muy bien en darsela, y que lo intente todo, que hice lo que tenia que hacer, y es verdad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gracias, amiga, te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-1928422401194595435?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/1928422401194595435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-can-you-say-that-i-didnt-try.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1928422401194595435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1928422401194595435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-can-you-say-that-i-didnt-try.html' title='How can you say that I didn&apos;t try?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-1319426949007019599</id><published>2011-08-19T00:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:05:57.837-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Deacon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Feliz cumple, Johnny!</title><content type='html'>Muchos no lo tienen en cuenta, otros ni siquiera lo registran, pero gente como yo lo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bancamos a muerte&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;su dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, muy muy feliz cumpleaños al mejor bajista del mundo, un ENORME compositor e interprete, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;unico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV1GIxKcEx8/Tk3St8USMuI/AAAAAAAADYk/gIdP6jmUgLA/s1600/89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV1GIxKcEx8/Tk3St8USMuI/AAAAAAAADYk/gIdP6jmUgLA/s400/89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642397594892251874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-1319426949007019599?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/1319426949007019599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/feliz-cumple-johnny.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1319426949007019599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1319426949007019599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/feliz-cumple-johnny.html' title='Feliz cumple, Johnny!'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PV1GIxKcEx8/Tk3St8USMuI/AAAAAAAADYk/gIdP6jmUgLA/s72-c/89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-6829866955704086204</id><published>2011-08-17T00:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:01:17.924-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Waters'/><title type='text'>El muro</title><content type='html'>Bueno, a ver por donde empiezo. Todo comenzo un lunes 8 de agosto, cuando se decia que ese dia se iban a poner en venta las entradas para Roger Waters. Al final esa fecha quedo para la preventa en la pagina oficial del &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;conejo&lt;/span&gt; (como le diria una gran amiga mia). Me registre, hice todo lo que tenia que hacer para&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; intentar&lt;/span&gt; obtener mi entrada, pero no estaba la ubicacion que yo queria, y ademas la tenia que pasar a retirar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el dia del recital&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, osea, ni ahi. Espere hasta el dia de ayer, 16 de agosto. A las 00:00 hs. se ponian a la venta las entradas por internet, y a las 9:00 abria el call center... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;para que?!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Si yo les cuento... bueno, para eso estoy XD Desde unos minutos antes de las 12 ya entre a la pagina, junto con un &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grupete&lt;/span&gt; de gente mas... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya se estaba saturando&lt;/span&gt;. Asi segui hasta la 1:15 de la mañana, pero nada. Supuse que eso sucederia, ya que todos tendemos a ir juntos a la par (? para "llegar primeros"; por ende le copie el numero a mi mama para que probara con llamar a la mañana. En el colegio le mande un mensaje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;para ver en que andaban las cosas, pero me dijo que no se habia podido comunicar. Llegue del colegio, me sente en la compu, y no levante el traste mas que para calentar el agua para el mate; asi hasta las 19 hs. porque me tenia que ir. A la noche retome de a ratos, primero, y luego de corrido, una hora aproximadamente. Debo decir que lo que fue una hora parecieron 10, y lo que fueron 5 parecieron 50; a veces se pasaba rapido por los comentarios de la gente -que algunos eran muy graciosos a pesar de la gravedad-, los fans que te iban agregando al Facebook y alguno que otro que te hablaba por el chat, pero en algunos momentos el tiempo no transcurria mas, era un F5 continuo. A veces parecia que lo lograbas por internet, hasta que te daba error, aparecian miles de mensajes como que no habia mas entradas o que no habia fechas!, y la famosisima vedette, la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sala de espera&lt;/span&gt; (si, ni que fuera un hospital, pero yo ya tenia toticolis, sordera, stress...). Finalmente, para terminar con la cronica, a las 23 del dia de la fecha pude conseguir mi tan preciada entrada (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eso espero&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;), despues de tanta insistencia, paginas recargadas y actualizadas, puteadas por doquier y demas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aca realmente se ha creado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un muro&lt;/span&gt;, un muro entre los fans y los encargados de Livepass (los que venden las entradas), los revendedores, y toda la clase de gente que estuvo involucrada en esta gran currada. Afortunadamente (y repito, eso espero), no se creo un muro entre Roger y nosotros -o algunos de nosotros-.&lt;br /&gt;Para todos aquellos que todavia estan hace horas, minutos o lo que sea, intentando sacar la entrada, asi como me ayudaron a mi, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rick y Syd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, ayuden a estos fans, que estan en la misma situacion que yo. Y depaso asegurense de que mi entradita este a salvo jejeje lo digo en serio ¬¬ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Y obvio gracias a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Cyn y Freddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; que seguro tuvieron algo que ver en esto :) (sobre todo Cynthi, o no? jaja).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-6829866955704086204?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/6829866955704086204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/el-muro.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6829866955704086204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6829866955704086204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/el-muro.html' title='El muro'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5769254544457555046</id><published>2011-08-11T22:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:04:02.376-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>Det er en grunn for det</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;Don't know how it got away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't know how I let things go, you see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why it took a sudden turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;didn't seem to be a big concern&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything is all too much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot and bothered, yet cool to the touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it must have been this way right from the start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there's nothing here to save the day&lt;br /&gt;then we have to say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;when there's nothing left for us to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're left without a clue&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason for it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know how it got away from me&lt;br /&gt;don't know how I let things go, you see&lt;br /&gt;don't know why it took a sudden turn&lt;br /&gt;guess it means I have a lot to learn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is all too well&lt;br /&gt;all well-adjusted people, can't you tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and everything is all too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just add water, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;nothing's built to last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your colleagues can't recall your name&lt;br /&gt;time and time again&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason for it&lt;br /&gt;when your name's the butt of every joke&lt;br /&gt;you're just about to croak&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason for it&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queria poner otro tema, la verdad que entre este y el&lt;br /&gt;otro me costo decidir porque los dos dicen un monton&lt;br /&gt;de cosas que siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero primero opte por este porque&lt;br /&gt;va a la primera persona del problema. A la segunda&lt;br /&gt;persona del problema le voy a dedicar la otra&lt;br /&gt;cancion ;) Asi que me tengo que acordar: para la&lt;br /&gt;proxima, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I whish I cared&lt;/span&gt;" ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5769254544457555046?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5769254544457555046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/det-er-en-grunn-for-det.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5769254544457555046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5769254544457555046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/det-er-en-grunn-for-det.html' title='Det er en grunn for det'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-1122751023644587641</id><published>2011-08-10T00:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:03:50.292-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>For no-one</title><content type='html'>No me canso de decepcionarme. Llegue a la conclusion de que es mejor quedarse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;. Uno piensa que conoce a alguien y puede confiar en esa persona luego de un tiempo, pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no es tan asi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Una de las tantas conclusiones y cosas que aprendi a los 17 años: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;tengo que ser mas reservada&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, 17, me hicieron ver tantas cosas... Si antes ya no confiaba en nadie, ahora &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mucho menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-1122751023644587641?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/1122751023644587641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1122751023644587641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1122751023644587641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-no-one.html' title='For no-one'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8711679531044914411</id><published>2011-08-02T00:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T00:37:56.262-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chistes boludos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>Para el pueblo descamizado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8GgbmJS1ik/TjdwAqI3wOI/AAAAAAAADYc/u4qTtjbzM-w/s1600/172412_198928333467776_100000518314172_767958_7684706_o.jpg"&gt;Harket cumple, Furuholmen dignifica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8GgbmJS1ik/TjdwAqI3wOI/AAAAAAAADYc/u4qTtjbzM-w/s1600/172412_198928333467776_100000518314172_767958_7684706_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8GgbmJS1ik/TjdwAqI3wOI/AAAAAAAADYc/u4qTtjbzM-w/s400/172412_198928333467776_100000518314172_767958_7684706_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636096615291273442" 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/3377707820873829843-8711679531044914411?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8711679531044914411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-el-pueblo-descamizado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8711679531044914411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8711679531044914411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-el-pueblo-descamizado.html' title='Para el pueblo descamizado'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8GgbmJS1ik/TjdwAqI3wOI/AAAAAAAADYc/u4qTtjbzM-w/s72-c/172412_198928333467776_100000518314172_767958_7684706_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8924971213609385058</id><published>2011-07-28T00:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:42:22.356-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Un añito mas en la ETERNIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AW7lXkHgFsQ/TjDZwBCsYgI/AAAAAAAADYM/4y1BqAoAS3Y/s1600/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AW7lXkHgFsQ/TjDZwBCsYgI/AAAAAAAADYM/4y1BqAoAS3Y/s320/016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634242552777171458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, no se que escribir (siempre se me ocurren mejores cosas en Facebook que aca ¬¬). Es dificil dedicarle algo a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEMEJANTE&lt;/span&gt; persona...&lt;br /&gt;Rick, espero que hoy tengas un... hermoso? no, es &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;poquisimo&lt;/span&gt;. Bueno, espero que tengas un hermoso cumpleaños, eso que no me sale y mucho, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mucho &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mas, porque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vos sos  &lt;/span&gt;mas que hermoso :) Espero que en &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; todo lo que me diste te vuelva, y como dije, eso y mucho mucho mas. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Te adoro, Richard William Wright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-8924971213609385058?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8924971213609385058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-anito-mas-en-la-eternidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8924971213609385058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8924971213609385058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-anito-mas-en-la-eternidad.html' title='Un añito mas en la ETERNIDAD'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AW7lXkHgFsQ/TjDZwBCsYgI/AAAAAAAADYM/4y1BqAoAS3Y/s72-c/016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-6364252755759672430</id><published>2011-07-26T00:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:46:49.801-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Fiesta para el gordi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoCWiOHEev0/Ti43uNStL0I/AAAAAAAADYE/hehGQKBhvDs/s1600/282188_2269158533520_1385292524_32638936_6039113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoCWiOHEev0/Ti43uNStL0I/AAAAAAAADYE/hehGQKBhvDs/s320/282188_2269158533520_1385292524_32638936_6039113_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633501450868698946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Felizzzzzzz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;felizzzzzz&lt;/span&gt; cumpleaños a este ENORME baterista que los pasteleros de sus viejos nos dieron &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Roger Meddows Taylor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blessed you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-6364252755759672430?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/6364252755759672430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/fiesta-para-el-gordi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6364252755759672430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6364252755759672430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/fiesta-para-el-gordi.html' title='Fiesta para el gordi'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoCWiOHEev0/Ti43uNStL0I/AAAAAAAADYE/hehGQKBhvDs/s72-c/282188_2269158533520_1385292524_32638936_6039113_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8406604097158880470</id><published>2011-07-20T01:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T01:31:45.144-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cynthia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syd Barrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Mercury'/><title type='text'>Cuando necesito amor, ellos me dan cuidado y atencion</title><content type='html'>Esta entrada no va a ir dirigida a mis amigos, bueh, no va a ir dirigida a mis amigos con los que suelo hablar por messenger/telefono o encontrarme para pasar el dia, sino que va dirigida a unos amigos, precisamente 4, que son... como decirlo, &lt;i&gt;especiales&lt;/i&gt;, pero mas que cualquier amigo en particular. &lt;div&gt;Para mi estas 4 personas son &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mucho mas&lt;/span&gt; que amigos, son hermanos, padres, &lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;dioses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... asi que como no existe el dia del dios, celebro todo lo referido a ellos en otros aspectos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por darme lo que necesito, por querer verme bien, sin ningun mal, por estar &lt;b&gt;siempre&lt;/b&gt;, por escucharme (porque no les queda otra, pobres jaja), y no se que mas poner, realmente me estoy quedando cortisima, pero no se que mas poner... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Feliz dia del amigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Richard Wright, Roger Barrett, Freddie Mercury y Cynthia Tellerico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large; "&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;los adoro como a nada en el universo, les debo la vida, no me voy a cansar de decirlo porque es asi. &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/3377707820873829843-8406604097158880470?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8406604097158880470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/cuando-necesito-amor-ellos-me-dan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8406604097158880470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8406604097158880470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/cuando-necesito-amor-ellos-me-dan.html' title='Cuando necesito amor, ellos me dan cuidado y atencion'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-1458103517359178449</id><published>2011-07-19T01:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T01:28:26.103-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian May'/><title type='text'>Happy Bri-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy es el cumpleaños del hombre&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mas hermoso&lt;/span&gt; sobre la faz de la Tierra y el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;universo&lt;/span&gt;! El es mi principe del universo &amp;lt;3 asi que le deseo un &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hermoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cumpleaños numero 64 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnF4l9w8dpI/TiUHGYOtVvI/AAAAAAAADX8/AXYJam5aoj0/s320/BRIAN202.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630914715261425394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que seria de mi vida sin vos&lt;/i&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/3377707820873829843-1458103517359178449?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/1458103517359178449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-bri-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1458103517359178449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1458103517359178449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-bri-day.html' title='Happy Bri-day!'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnF4l9w8dpI/TiUHGYOtVvI/AAAAAAAADX8/AXYJam5aoj0/s72-c/BRIAN202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3906660564488951322</id><published>2011-07-16T00:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T01:17:34.979-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Mercury'/><title type='text'>Love sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love don't give no compensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love don't pay no bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love don't give no indication&lt;br /&gt;Love just won't stand still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love kills&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drills you through your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love kills&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;scars you from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just a living pastime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruining your heartline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stays for a lifetime, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;won't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause love, love, love won't leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love won't take no reservations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is no square deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey love don't give no justification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It strikes like cold steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love kills, drills you through your heart&lt;br /&gt;Love kills, scars you from the start&lt;br /&gt;It's just a living pastime&lt;br /&gt;Burning your lifeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gives you as hard time,&lt;/span&gt; won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;Cause love, love, love won't leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love can play with your emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open invitation to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Hey love kills&lt;br /&gt;Play with your emotions&lt;br /&gt;Open invitation to your heart to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Love kills love kills&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love kills&lt;br /&gt;Love kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can play with your emotions&lt;br /&gt;Open invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love kills hey  drills you through your heart&lt;br /&gt;Love kills, scars you from the start&lt;br /&gt;It's just a living pastime&lt;br /&gt;Ruining your heartline&lt;br /&gt;Won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love kills hey drills you through your heart&lt;br /&gt;Love kills &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tears you right apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't let go, it won't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love kills yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ahora que estoy mas flaca de repente todos me invitan a salir, no? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-3906660564488951322?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3906660564488951322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3906660564488951322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3906660564488951322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-sucks.html' title='Love sucks'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2396340145984765937</id><published>2011-07-14T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:03:51.233-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Mercury'/><title type='text'>Gracias, Sr. M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My love is dangerous&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;, my love is dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; color:#009900;" &gt;Always makes you bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;, always makes you bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Always makes you bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;, love is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't follow in my footsteps,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;you don't belong to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only make a mistake,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;don't try and understand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try and understand me, all I'm trying to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is dangerous, dangerous, love is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Make everybody cry, everybody cry&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cry, love is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time with loving,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love don't work for me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Don't try to show your feelings, step carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Step carefully, all I'm trying to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;My love is dangerous because&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm your enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watch your step carefully&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know I know I know I know I know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Dangerous, no can give no guarantee,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;I'm your one day ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Next day no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Dangerous, oooh dangerous,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;love is dangerous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;All I'm really trying to say to you love is dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;No go play fire with me,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;fire dance for me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;You no can take a pisstake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Don't go criticize me,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no go analyze me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;All I'm trying to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;My love is dangerous because I'm your enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Watch your step carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Cause I know I know I know I know I know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Dangerous no can give no guarantee, I'm your one day ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Next day no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Dangerous dangerous my love is dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Always makes you bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Always makes you bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Always makes you bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Love is dangerous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-2396340145984765937?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2396340145984765937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/gracias-sr-m.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2396340145984765937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2396340145984765937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/gracias-sr-m.html' title='Gracias, Sr. M'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-7482763386688649277</id><published>2011-07-06T23:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:39:54.938-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syd Barrett'/><title type='text'>I don't fool me</title><content type='html'>A quien quiero engañar? hoy ya no puedo decir que no me importa si me saco mala nota en Matematica! siete horas estudiando, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siete!&lt;/span&gt; me pueden decir para que? para sacarme un &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNOOO. &lt;/span&gt;La nota de mierda que me saque la voy a tener bien ganada, debi haber estudiado un tema ayer, como decia, y no todo hoy, me hice la canchera con Quimica y me pateo Matematica. Tambien debi haber preguntado TODAS mis dudas aunque sea hoy, y no haber dejado 15 de 20 ejercicios sin hacer porque no me salian! Ahora chau. Encimaaaa... me pueden decir POR QUE CARAJO! todas las pruebas de Matematica me tocan en &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;los peores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;dias? eh!? un anual (o dos, uno no recuerdo si era de esa materia u otra evaluacion) el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;veinticuatro de noviembre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ahora esta prueba, la mas puta del año, el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;siete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(me rompe el... )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;de julio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... Si, mañana, va, dentro de 31 minutos, ya 7 de julio, una de las fechas mas tristes de mi año u.u&lt;br /&gt;Aprovecho el post para dedicarle unas palabras a uno de los amores de mi vida. Se que ya lo habre puesto en otro lado, no se, pero no me canso de decirlo. Syd Barrett, sos el segundo, pero no por eso dejas de ser especial, al contrario, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sos el mas especial de todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No se por que lloro a mares en esta fecha. Con Freddie la ultima vez lo supere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bastante&lt;/span&gt;, pero con vos todavia me cuesta. Ya largue 15 litros de lagrimas el lunes con la entrevista a Roger Waters, cada vez que hablan de vos y Rick me pasa u.u Me consuela el hecho de saber que estas conmigo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt;, y que ya no sufris mas&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;y tambien que, en realidad, tu muerte no fue un desperdicio de talento, sino que vos ya se lo habias mostrado a todos tus seguidores (desperdicio hubiera sido si no hubieses formado parte de Pink Floyd...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Gracias por todo, Roger Keith. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ejvEUeF9m4/ThUbyTZPReI/AAAAAAAADX0/qkuAYl6Pnnk/s1600/s7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ejvEUeF9m4/ThUbyTZPReI/AAAAAAAADX0/qkuAYl6Pnnk/s320/s7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626433860482844130" 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/3377707820873829843-7482763386688649277?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/7482763386688649277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-fool-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7482763386688649277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7482763386688649277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-fool-me.html' title='I don&apos;t fool me'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ejvEUeF9m4/ThUbyTZPReI/AAAAAAAADX0/qkuAYl6Pnnk/s72-c/s7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-6711830061056102635</id><published>2011-07-04T22:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:07:31.920-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>After a thousand years</title><content type='html'>Si, lo se, mil que no posteo nada, es que realmente no tengo motivacion alguna anymore (?&lt;br /&gt;Hoy escribo porque... quiero descargar, pero alegria, por una puta vez en mi vida no voy a escribir sobre cosas pedorras que me pasan en la vida XD&lt;br /&gt;No se, estoy inspirada, bastante ultimamente, cosa que tengo que aprovechar a miiiiiil, ya que tengo un par de pruebas esta semana, y no creo que la inspiracion me dure hasta terminar de estudiar... :( Cambiaron al profe de Musica en mi colegio y me toco uno piolisima que era alumno, un capo el pibe por suerte. Y hablando de suerte, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toca el piano&lt;/span&gt;, cosa que el otro no, y yo ya taba podrida de la guitarra y queria retomar las practicas con el piano, asi que me lo mando Rick a este pibe. Me mando unos ejercicios de digitacion y me salen bastante bien, con la mano &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;izquierda &lt;/span&gt;eh! jaja.&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa es que hoy vi en la tele una entrevista a Andres Percivale contando que tiene cancer y como lo esta superando, y la verdad que lo que dijo me re llego, hay que disfrutar el momento. Bueno, eso es algo que lo dicen muchos y JAMAS me llega ni me llego antes, pero de el si, no se por que. Sera porque me estan pasando cosas bastante buenas ultimamente (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Roger Waters&lt;/span&gt;) y no me importa si me va mal en Matematica, la recuperare, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;las pocas cosas malas no van a ser mas grandes que las tantas buenas.&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/3377707820873829843-6711830061056102635?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/6711830061056102635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-thousand-years.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6711830061056102635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6711830061056102635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-thousand-years.html' title='After a thousand years'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3108964443394565768</id><published>2011-06-08T22:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:52:02.240-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The number of the beast'/><title type='text'>In the day of 39...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHn_TUIGMVA/TfAl7MG-P3I/AAAAAAAADXk/gFmU3Ax-iPE/s1600/SNC00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTW-kg03DvQ/TfAl6FpP7eI/AAAAAAAADXU/NH1ua159f0A/s320/SNC00774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616030415208836578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBcXPPcxoew/TfAl51c9EWI/AAAAAAAADXM/gOI98NgmU1c/s1600/ftgyhiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBcXPPcxoew/TfAl51c9EWI/AAAAAAAADXM/gOI98NgmU1c/s320/ftgyhiu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616030410862301538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus track (?): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta foto fue tomada anteayer... cuando faltaban &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39 dias&lt;/span&gt; para las vacaciones de invierno &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iKQbBIbJkw/TfAl7kYkNYI/AAAAAAAADXs/TdQWRQzAOM4/s1600/Foto0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iKQbBIbJkw/TfAl7kYkNYI/AAAAAAAADXs/TdQWRQzAOM4/s320/Foto0906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616030440640230786" 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/3377707820873829843-3108964443394565768?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/3108964443394565768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-day-of-39.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3108964443394565768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/3108964443394565768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-day-of-39.html' title='In the day of 39...'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHn_TUIGMVA/TfAl7MG-P3I/AAAAAAAADXk/gFmU3Ax-iPE/s72-c/SNC00775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-6482631588425709812</id><published>2011-06-05T23:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:52:18.592-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><title type='text'>Esto solo faltaba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roger Taylor esta sordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si, como leyeron u.u Me entere el viernes de esta horrible noticia.&lt;/span&gt; Esto fue a causa del alto volumen utilizado en las giras de Queen y demas presentaciones, ya saben, alguien que toca la bateria desde &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chiquito&lt;/span&gt; y no para hasta la actualidad... era obvio que iba a pasar :/ Igual, debo decir que me tomo por sorpresa, nunca se me habria pasado por la cabeza...&lt;br /&gt;Roger cuenta que se percato cuando la esposa le dijo que el volumen de la tele estaba demasiado alto, pero el apenas la escuchaba, y tambien porque en las reuniones tenia que practicamente&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leer los labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Si.&lt;br /&gt;Por suerte el Rorro no dijo nada (o al menos no lo lei) sobre dejar su carrera, nomas que esta utilizando hace un tiempo auriculares invisibles, y que esta en proceso de terminar (vamos a ver ¬¬) el nuevo cd... Eso dice el XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-6482631588425709812?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/6482631588425709812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/06/esto-solo-faltaba.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6482631588425709812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6482631588425709812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/06/esto-solo-faltaba.html' title='Esto solo faltaba...'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5982457136341306271</id><published>2011-06-02T00:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T01:03:58.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Me saca, les juro que me saca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tsONjgkm8M/TecLkgZQAPI/AAAAAAAADXA/5_B-GlpM9sA/s1600/bangho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tsONjgkm8M/TecLkgZQAPI/AAAAAAAADXA/5_B-GlpM9sA/s320/bangho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613468182339649778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ver que te acontece ahora... ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5982457136341306271?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5982457136341306271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-saca-les-juro-que-me-saca.html#comment-form' 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-3377707820873829843.post-2294215772689447492</id><published>2011-06-01T19:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:29:37.046-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roger Waters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Roger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como me gustaria ver esto en River:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TTHX6VsU2ZA" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplemente yo creo que me muero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora estoy escuchando &lt;b&gt;esto:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y8JSR5r09zY" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No puedo maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssss!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-2294215772689447492?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2294215772689447492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/06/roger.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2294215772689447492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2294215772689447492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/06/roger.html' title='Roger?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TTHX6VsU2ZA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2870793408121710463</id><published>2011-05-30T00:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:33:56.629-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Muy Tusecreto</title><content type='html'>Se que el no lee este blog, y ni en pedo publico en Tusecreto xq no me da, y menos en Facebook, xq ahi SI lo lee XD asi q lo posteo aca (?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;"&gt;Me encantaria que confesara lo que siente en esa pagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ya esta. Lo dije, y no me voy a explayar mas de eso u_u XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Confesa, nene, confesaaaaa! :@ bueh XD Podria seguir metiendole pua, pero... nah, pobrecito &amp;lt;3 XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-2870793408121710463?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2870793408121710463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/muy-tusecreto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2870793408121710463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2870793408121710463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/muy-tusecreto.html' title='Muy Tusecreto'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2379622647735366487</id><published>2011-05-24T23:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:53:11.874-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cielo McCartney y su double fantasy'/><title type='text'>"Lick", by Cielo McCartney Lennon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Los de Apparatjik habian venido al cole. Iban a hacer como un espectaculo circense ellos mismos e invitaban a chicos de la escuela a participar, yo porsupuesto me anote. entonces yo tenia que entrar y guiarlo a Jonas porque estaban con el buzo al reves y tapados hasta la cabeza. Por suerte no nos hicimos mierda. Cuando termino, fui a robar unos lenguetazos al kiosco por que estaban muy caros. :|:|:|:|:| Heidi estaba por ahi y le pedi si me los guardara en mi cartera pero me dijo que no la tenia ella. Jonas estaba con Mags y otras personas charlando, entonces lo mire y le hice señas para que viniera, me siguio, pero atras venia Lara y Laura ¬¬ las eche y enojadas se fueron xD Con Jonas, lo hice pasar al baño y ahi le di los lenguetazos, despues me desperte :("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jajajjjajajaja, nono, pero lo de mi libro es&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; insuperable&lt;/span&gt;! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De japa: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;soño que me compraba una Red Special&lt;/span&gt; :´)&lt;br /&gt;Otra mas (esta explota XD): &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"Estaba en una feria artesanal con Mary esperando a Pal. Cuando vino yo me acerque a el con una cara de sorprendida que no me la sacaba nadie. Pal me firmo un autografo y se fue a la mierda xd. Despues lo espere a Slash, pero no apareció nunca"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-2379622647735366487?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2379622647735366487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/los-de-apparatjik-habian-venido-al-cole.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2379622647735366487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2379622647735366487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/los-de-apparatjik-habian-venido-al-cole.html' title='&quot;Lick&quot;, by Cielo McCartney Lennon'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5908404415199940212</id><published>2011-05-23T23:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:57:48.828-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freddie Mercury'/><title type='text'>Una noche con MUCHO porro</title><content type='html'>No se que me pasa hoy... estoy como que me rio de todo, hago bromas sobre todo, lo de Waters me viene pegando desde hace dias, no se realmente... pero de todo esto junto salio esto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="actorName actorDescription"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000474814019"&gt;Sofii Mercury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;PARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1280735848"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/a&gt; nos acabamos de dar cuenta que somos hijas de Freddie Mercury y Mary Austin :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="uiStreamFooter"&gt;&lt;span class="uiStreamSource"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury/posts/224179034274589"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:25" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:25:57 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 21 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;action&amp;quot;}"&gt; · &lt;button class="like_link stat_elem as_link" title="Stop liking this item" type="submit" name="unlike"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Ya no me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt; · &lt;label class="uiLinkButton comment_link" title="Dejar un comentario"&gt;&lt;/label&gt; · &lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Eliminar etiqueta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="uiList uiUfi focus_target fbUfi child_was_focused    " ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;ufi&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;li class="ufiNub uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ufiItem uiUfiLike uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_ICON_Content"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/cielo.palavecino"&gt;Cielo McCartney Lennon&lt;/a&gt; y a ti os gusta esto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComments uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;ul class="commentList"&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408545 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211978_1280735848_4407470_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u507178_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Ay, justo lo iba a poner ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;JAJAJAJAAJAJAJJAAJAJAJAJAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AJAJAJA mato lo de "vos saliste a Mary porque sos mas rubia" e.e JAJAJAAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAAJAJ TE ZARPAS, sos genial como papi *.* ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:27" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:27:20 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 20 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408545 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408545]" value="3408545" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt; ·  &lt;a class="uiTooltip comment_like_button" rel="dialog" href="http://www.facebook.com/browse/?type=likes&amp;amp;id=224179277607898"&gt;1 persona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408550 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186077_100000474814019_4867760_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000474814019"&gt;Sofii Mercury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;aai  sii SOMOS geniales como papi ♥♥♥ pasa que vos saliste a mamá y yo mas a  papá, por eso yo mas morocha y vos mas rubia, ahhhhh ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:28" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:28:12 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 19 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408550 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="unlike_comment_id[3408550]" value="3408550" title="Ya no me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Ya no me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt; ·  &lt;a class="uiTooltip comment_like_button" rel="dialog" href="http://www.facebook.com/browse/?type=likes&amp;amp;id=224179457607880"&gt;1 persona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408552 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211978_1280735848_4407470_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u507179_2"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1280735848"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;JAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la RE teoria tenia la piba XD pero lo masssss ♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Che,  y que onda con el talento? yo creo que saque la cosa esa de la moda de  las dos partes, xq viste q mama atendia en una casa de ropa y lo conocio  a papa ahi, y papa tenia la RE ropa *.* (?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:29" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:29:31 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 18 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408552 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408552]" value="3408552" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408567 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186077_100000474814019_4867760_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000474814019"&gt;Sofii Mercury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Sïiiiiiiii  ♥ y bueno, de ahí tanto que estamos a la RE moda de esos años (?) y  nose, las dos heredamos eso de cantar, y nose vos, pero al menos a mi e  ENCANTA diseñar ♥♥ aguante papá y mamá ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:32" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:32:11 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 15 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408567 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="unlike_comment_id[3408567]" value="3408567" title="Ya no me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Ya no me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt; ·  &lt;a class="uiTooltip comment_like_button" rel="dialog" href="http://www.facebook.com/browse/?type=likes&amp;amp;id=224180150941144"&gt;1 persona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408583 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211978_1280735848_4407470_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u507179_3"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1280735848"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Blda... YO VOY A SEGUIR DISEÑO INDUMENTARIO GRACIAS A QUEEN *.* aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! esto es MUY locoooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; y yo saque el talento para el piano de papi e.e :´) al fin se hacer algo! :´D XDXDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:33" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:33:45 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 13 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408583 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408583]" value="3408583" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt; ·  &lt;a class="uiTooltip comment_like_button" rel="dialog" href="http://www.facebook.com/browse/?type=likes&amp;amp;id=224180567607769"&gt;1 persona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408592 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186077_100000474814019_4867760_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000474814019"&gt;Sofii Mercury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Bueno  ves? cada vez más parecidos a papá o a mamá nos encontramos! aaah somos  muy hermanas maaaaaaaaary ♥ y papa te puso mary en honor a mamá :') ai  dios esta familia hermosa de la que venimos ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:35" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:35:32 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 12 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408592 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="unlike_comment_id[3408592]" value="3408592" title="Ya no me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Ya no me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt; ·  &lt;a class="uiTooltip comment_like_button" rel="dialog" href="http://www.facebook.com/browse/?type=likes&amp;amp;id=224180820941077"&gt;1 persona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408598 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211978_1280735848_4407470_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u507179_4"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1280735848"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Si,  porque soy la primogenita, aunq seamos mellizas, q es medio raro, pero  bueno, no importa, las Xipolitaquis son mellizas y se llevan dos años  e.e BUEEEEEEH NO ENTENDIA NADAAAA XDXDXDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:36" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:36:26 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 11 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408598 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408598]" value="3408598" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408605 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186077_100000474814019_4867760_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000474814019"&gt;Sofii Mercury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJ pero nosotras somos mucho mejor que esas en muchos aspectos, mejores que las tyler ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:37" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:37:35 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 10 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408605 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408605]" value="3408605" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408607 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211978_1280735848_4407470_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u507180_5"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1280735848"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Las urracas Mercury e.e JAJAJAJAJJAAJAJAJAJAJA XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:38" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:38:07 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 9 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408607 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408607]" value="3408607" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408609 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186077_100000474814019_4867760_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000474814019"&gt;Sofii Mercury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;jajajajajaja para, que es urraca :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:38" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:38:31 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 9 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408609 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408609]" value="3408609" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408615 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211978_1280735848_4407470_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u507180_6"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1280735848"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;JAJAJAJAJAJAAJJAJAJAJJAJAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;AAJAJAJAJAJJAJJAJAJAJAJAAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AJJAJAAJJAAJAJAJAJ -&amp;gt; asi les dicen a las mellizas Xipolitaquis, xq son re urracas XD una urraca es un pajaro e.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:39" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:39:12 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 8 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408615 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408615]" value="3408615" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408621 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186077_100000474814019_4867760_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000474814019"&gt;Sofii Mercury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh  :p perdon pero estoy muy desconectada de la tv (?) coso, obvioooooooo  somos mejores, se sabe amor. no viste en los periodicos? los fans de  queen nos aman x_x somos mejores que los taylors ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:40" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:40:20 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 7 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408621 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408621]" value="3408621" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408631 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211978_1280735848_4407470_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u507180_7"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1280735848"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Jaja obvio, xq no hay Sarina de por medio e.e XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:43" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:43:01 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 4 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408631 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408631]" value="3408631" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408639 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186077_100000474814019_4867760_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000474814019"&gt;Sofii Mercury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;CLARO!  aparte, los taylors (salvo rufus) los demas son todos re antisociales,  anticamaras, anti fans, anti todo u.u nosotras somos muy carismaticas ! y  somos buenas con la prensa y etc ♥ por eso nos AMAN ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:44" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:44:27 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 3 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408639 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408639]" value="3408639" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408647 ufiItem ufiItem uiUfiUnseenItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211978_1280735848_4407470_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u512132_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1280735848"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Obvio wacho e.e somos el duo Mercury-May de la nueva generacion! (AY, QUE SACRILEGIO D: XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:45" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:45:21 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace 2 minutos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408647 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408647]" value="3408647" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408653 ufiItem uiUfiUnseenItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186077_100000474814019_4867760_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/sofii.mercury" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000474814019"&gt;Sofii Mercury&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;jajajajajajajaj XD te amo tanto hermana mercury♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:46" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:46:00 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;Hace un minuto aproximadamente&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408653 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408653]" value="3408653" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_3408662 ufiItem ufiItem uiUfiUnseenItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211978_1280735848_4407470_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;label class="deleteAction stat_elem UIImageBlock_Ext uiCloseButton" for="u523769_1"&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/MaryMayBarrett" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1280735848"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SubHomeAlien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;Y yo massss sis Mercury ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011 a las 23:47" date="Mon, 23 May 2011 19:47:17 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;hace pocos segundos&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_3408662 fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[3408662]" value="3408662" title="Me gusta este comentario"&gt;&lt;span class="default_message"&gt;Me gusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listo, flasheada a la quitajesima potencia (?&lt;br /&gt;Gracias mil a mi melliza Sofia Mercury (aguante cuando pones asi en las hojas del colegio,  a mi no me da la cara &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; XD) por dejarme publicar esta cosa. Y depaso ahi a Cielo McCartney Lennon le gusta e.e XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5908404415199940212?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5908404415199940212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/una-noche-con-mucho-porro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5908404415199940212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5908404415199940212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/una-noche-con-mucho-porro.html' title='Una noche con MUCHO porro'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5654784053072791412</id><published>2011-05-20T22:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:11:09.991-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songfics'/><title type='text'>See Emily play</title><content type='html'>Emily tries but misunderstands, she's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams, she doesn't realise what she can do. She can ruin lives, she can manage lots of things, she can make magic, she can play free games for may. Losing her mind she goes on and doesn't stop, because she doesn't know. She doesn't know how the real world is. Living in a universe of fantasy and sweet broken dreams, always asleep. Soon after dark Emily cries, gazing through trees in sorrow, her heart and her mind are broken, but she's still there. Looking at some things, empity inside. But she doesn't mind. Put on a gown that touches the ground, looks like a queen, kinda darkness princess. Float on a river for ever and ever, Emily. You lost your mind and played free games for may, and you'll do so in somewhere... for ever and ever, Emily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5654784053072791412?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5654784053072791412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/see-emily-play.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5654784053072791412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5654784053072791412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/see-emily-play.html' title='See Emily play'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8319900113891230466</id><published>2011-05-19T16:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:59:56.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Million dollar question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Por que me habla y despues no me habla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-8319900113891230466?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8319900113891230466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/million-dollar-question.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8319900113891230466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8319900113891230466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/million-dollar-question.html' title='Million dollar question'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4611874227381348766</id><published>2011-05-17T20:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:14:30.805-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>La verguenza de Cortazar (?</title><content type='html'>Como se habran dado cuenta, ultimamente ando a full con la escritura y la literatura, no se por que pero me enganche muchisimo con eso, gracias a mi amor Danni (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sos grosa, sabelo u_u&lt;/span&gt;) y a mi profesora de Lengua, q es insoportable, pero reconozco que este año leyo cosas grosas e.e&lt;br /&gt;Estoy pensando en escribir algo nuevo... obviamente seguir con "The cause...", pero no se si escribire algo despues de haberla terminado o mientras la sigo... Tengo una RE idea de un songfick o comomierda se llame. Asi que, si mi cabeza funca como quiero que funque, y se me cae una -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;buena&lt;/span&gt;- idea, para los 17 seguidores que lo miran por tv (?) y algun alma en pena que pase por mi blog, algo nuevo va a venir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4611874227381348766?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4611874227381348766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-verguenza-de-cortazar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4611874227381348766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4611874227381348766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-verguenza-de-cortazar.html' title='La verguenza de Cortazar (?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-2819383113319978088</id><published>2011-05-11T22:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:40:00.347-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The cause and the pain'/><title type='text'>The cause and the pain XV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me había propuesto olvidarlo (o al menos intentarlo), no llorar por él, no hablarle y ganarle a las ganas... Lo había logrado por casi un año escolar, &lt;i&gt;pero (&lt;/i&gt;y de nuevo con esa palabrita)... esa maldita fecha me arruinó el plan, mis logros se fueron por el caño por causa de un maldito día. Parece loco cómo sólo 24 simples horas -e incluso menos- pueden dar vuelta todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Re educado el señor, ni siquiera me dijo si había escuchado o no el cd, si lo había usado de posa-vasos, o simplemente si lo había tirado o archivado por ahí. De todos modos, yo ya estaba preparada para cualquier respuesta, y es más, hubiese desconfiado si me decía "Oh sí sí, lo escuche"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;En fin, sentí que de nuevo las ganas de hablarle venían, que la vista se me iba para donde él estaba, que podría quedarme los 15 minutos del recreo y más contemplando su rubia cabellera. Eso me produjo muchísima impotencia.&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/3377707820873829843-2819383113319978088?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/2819383113319978088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/cause-and-pain-xv.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2819383113319978088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/2819383113319978088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/cause-and-pain-xv.html' title='The cause and the pain XV'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-476840256155347759</id><published>2011-05-03T23:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:44:24.181-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>El ritmo de las cosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;They say the world's an eventful place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;They give me news&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;You say that I should care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;That I should speak my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Oh, but how can I speak of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;crushing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With a lump in my throat&lt;br /&gt;And tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Oh,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;have we come to the point of no turning back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Or is there still time to get into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;The swing of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Let us walk through this windless city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'll go on till the winter gets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Oh, Sleep..." you wrote "sleep, my dear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Oh, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;how can I sleep with your voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;With an ocean between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And room in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Oh,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have I come to the point of no turning back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Or is there still time to get into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;The swing of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Oh, when s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he glows in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I'm weak by the sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Of this&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;breathtaking beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;In which I can hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Oh,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there is a world full out there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Of people I fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;But given time I'll get into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;The swing of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Yes, when se glows in the dark and I'm struck by the sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know that I'll need this&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What have I done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;What lies I have told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've played games with the ones that rescued my soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Oh,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or is there still time to get into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The swing of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Si. Todavia me siento asi a veces. No debi haberle hablado, o quizas si? me habia podido concetrar en mis cosas y dejarlo a el de lado, pero&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;otra vez la misma historia...&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;otra vez el nudo en la garganta mientras esta ahi... otra vez las lagrimas en los ojos... (pero JURO que ahora si&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;no voy a llorar&lt;/b&gt;...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-476840256155347759?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/476840256155347759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-ritmo-de-las-cosas_03.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/476840256155347759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/476840256155347759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-ritmo-de-las-cosas_03.html' title='El ritmo de las cosas'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-1449420127514427627</id><published>2011-05-03T22:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:15:44.561-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>Take on them</title><content type='html'>Escuchando A-ha al mango me siento una piba de la decada de los 80's e.e&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5v2zoruy5pQ/TcC1VAH7O-I/AAAAAAAADWg/N-kEVLRhnnA/s1600/23975_358865169636_740124636_3357965_915780_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5v2zoruy5pQ/TcC1VAH7O-I/AAAAAAAADWg/N-kEVLRhnnA/s320/23975_358865169636_740124636_3357965_915780_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602677308864019426" /&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/3377707820873829843-1449420127514427627?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/1449420127514427627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-on-them.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1449420127514427627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/1449420127514427627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-on-them.html' title='Take on them'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5v2zoruy5pQ/TcC1VAH7O-I/AAAAAAAADWg/N-kEVLRhnnA/s72-c/23975_358865169636_740124636_3357965_915780_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-7949919732908815359</id><published>2011-05-03T22:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:45:46.460-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The number of the beast'/><title type='text'>39 de febrero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcnFC1lO6HU/TcCviY5EJrI/AAAAAAAADWY/32fDOZDLGis/s1600/SNC00719.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fx5pm7MKOvI/TcCvgp2OgAI/AAAAAAAADV4/ggTOTGxmr1E/s320/SNC00620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602670911972868098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I look al reloj son las algo y 39, y no lo hago a proposito :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-7949919732908815359?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/7949919732908815359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/39-de-febrero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7949919732908815359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7949919732908815359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/05/39-de-febrero.html' title='39 de febrero'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IcnFC1lO6HU/TcCviY5EJrI/AAAAAAAADWY/32fDOZDLGis/s72-c/SNC00719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5981111436258305339</id><published>2011-04-28T00:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:36:04.021-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Misterios del ser humano</title><content type='html'>Hoy un compañero de colegio le pregunto a una chica por que a las mujeres nos gusta escuchar canciones que nos hacen sufrir, y otra le respondio que es porque nos identifican en cierto punto. Es verdad... lo q pregunto el pibe y la respuesta, pero resalto la pregunta.  &lt;div&gt;Ahora me siento asi, con ganas de "escuchar algo que me haga sufrir", como de costumbre cuando me agarran los bajones respecto a yasabemosquien. Lo mejor de todo es que lo habia empezado a olvidar, se me habian ido las ganas incontenibles de llorar por el... pero volvimos a lo mismo. Igual, lo sostengo:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;el, para mi, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;murio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Pero siempre quedan fantasmas, cenizas, como quieran llamarlo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5981111436258305339?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5981111436258305339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/misterios-del-ser-humano.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5981111436258305339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5981111436258305339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/misterios-del-ser-humano.html' title='Misterios del ser humano'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-417685461470284980</id><published>2011-04-27T23:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:40:40.805-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magne F'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chistes boludos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>Det passer chori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Akry9IC_eiU/TbjTbnkZL1I/AAAAAAAADVw/vn6wCJ_t6CM/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Akry9IC_eiU/TbjTbnkZL1I/AAAAAAAADVw/vn6wCJ_t6CM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600458608066768722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se estaba pidiendo un choripan. Lo se u_u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicado a Cielito e.e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-417685461470284980?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/417685461470284980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/det-passer-chori.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/417685461470284980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/417685461470284980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/det-passer-chori.html' title='Det passer chori'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Akry9IC_eiU/TbjTbnkZL1I/AAAAAAAADVw/vn6wCJ_t6CM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-7582504787158375109</id><published>2011-04-27T00:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:27:24.368-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Happiness?</title><content type='html'>Ayer fue su cumpleaños. Como no lo anunciaron en la formacion, nadie lo saludo (al menos yo no vi a nadie saludandolo). Por eso aproveche el momento para "desearle un feliz dia" (y si, deberia ponerlo sin comillas, ya que como lo amo y lo voy a amar siempre, ya lo dije, quiero verlo feliz) y demostrarle que fui una de las pocas personas que se acordo de ese dia a pesar de como se comporto el conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;Una cosa llevo a la otra y todos los temas de charla que contuve en estas semanas de clase, los largue hoy. Estuvimos todo el recreo hablando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-7582504787158375109?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/7582504787158375109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7582504787158375109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7582504787158375109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-8943629949438390618</id><published>2011-04-25T20:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:28:20.556-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cielo McCartney y su double fantasy'/><title type='text'>Who the hell ate my chocolate!?</title><content type='html'>Otro de los sueños alocados de Little Sky:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"En lo de mi papa tengo una cama cucheta pero solo tiene la cama de arriba. Bueno, el hijo de Morten entro gritando a mi pieza y me dijo "¿¡QUIEN SE COMIO MI CHOCOLATE!?"".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, parece que a Jakob le morfaron el huevo de pascua... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3377707820873829843-8943629949438390618?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/8943629949438390618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-hell-ate-my-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8943629949438390618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/8943629949438390618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-hell-ate-my-chocolate.html' title='Who the hell ate my chocolate!?'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-7252633709337662508</id><published>2011-04-25T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:45:46.589-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Floyd'/><title type='text'>Nah (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;En Mar del Plata:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehQG88uwTE0/TbXrEix03YI/AAAAAAAADVc/DGuGF2Y48RY/s1600/SNC00971.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehQG88uwTE0/TbXrEix03YI/AAAAAAAADVc/DGuGF2Y48RY/s320/SNC00971.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599640174992874882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me mori &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y camino a Mirarar, en una parada de bondi, decia "Led Zeppelin a full" jaja &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-7252633709337662508?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/7252633709337662508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/nah-l.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7252633709337662508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7252633709337662508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/nah-l.html' title='Nah (L)'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehQG88uwTE0/TbXrEix03YI/AAAAAAAADVc/DGuGF2Y48RY/s72-c/SNC00971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-5374921396295659069</id><published>2011-04-25T18:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:29:56.069-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Magical mistery tour</title><content type='html'>Es increible lo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;magica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que se ve Buenos Aires una madrugada de otoño, tipo 4 a.m., con una neblina &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mas que londinense&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-5374921396295659069?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/5374921396295659069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/magical-mistery-toor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5374921396295659069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/5374921396295659069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/magical-mistery-toor.html' title='Magical mistery tour'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-7541582678171392319</id><published>2011-04-21T00:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:26:38.234-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Tipico</title><content type='html'>Das LOS consejos a todo el mundo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero no te sirven de nada para tu situacion&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-7541582678171392319?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/7541582678171392319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/tipico.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7541582678171392319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7541582678171392319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/tipico.html' title='Tipico'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-4689677365045132180</id><published>2011-04-19T22:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:57:13.667-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>Soy feliiiiiz, soy feliiiz... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SmlN2k7CDI/Ta48lvIit5I/AAAAAAAADVU/FY_QXsiyjNU/s1600/SNC00941.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SmlN2k7CDI/Ta48lvIit5I/AAAAAAAADVU/FY_QXsiyjNU/s320/SNC00941.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597478005873227666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JdGtTXPoTVo/Ta48lV0spTI/AAAAAAAADVM/WVVBtyStVw4/s1600/SNC00944.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JdGtTXPoTVo/Ta48lV0spTI/AAAAAAAADVM/WVVBtyStVw4/s320/SNC00944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597477999079105842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si si siiiiiiiii! cada dia estoy mas cerca de completar la discografia de Queen *.* pero les cuento, la plata que use para adquirir todas esas cosillas de alla arriba provino nada mas ni nada menos que del "fondo Red Special". Si, lo se, no sirvo para ahorrar, y precisamente, como no sirvo para ahorrar, decidi comprarmela cuando tenga mi propio sueldo por el laburo, y la plata juntada hasta ahora me la gaste en esto :´) no es hermoso? &amp;lt;3 no TANTO como la guitarra, pero yo ya tengo una, y juntar 2 lucas ahora me cuesta una eternidad &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-4689677365045132180?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/4689677365045132180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/si-si-siiiiiiiii-cada-dia-estoy-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4689677365045132180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/4689677365045132180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/si-si-siiiiiiiii-cada-dia-estoy-mas.html' title='Soy feliiiiiz, soy feliiiz... =)'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SmlN2k7CDI/Ta48lvIit5I/AAAAAAAADVU/FY_QXsiyjNU/s72-c/SNC00941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-6248655895962881334</id><published>2011-04-15T22:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:50:48.002-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuaclones'/><title type='text'>Vicio (?)</title><content type='html'>En mi colegio hay un pibe nuevo de no se que curso, &lt;i&gt;IGUAL a Syd Vicious&lt;/i&gt;. Ponganle pelos parados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3377707820873829843-6248655895962881334?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/6248655895962881334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/vicio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6248655895962881334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/6248655895962881334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/vicio.html' title='Vicio (?)'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-7848524764320534398</id><published>2011-04-13T00:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:05:35.924-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magne F'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-ha'/><title type='text'>TERRIBLE obsesion de Magne Furuholmen</title><content type='html'>No se preocupen, son solo pies XD&lt;div&gt;Aqui lo vemos posicionandose para el ataque (¿?¿?¿?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-p2itS24Qo/TaUWjXM6JNI/AAAAAAAADVE/PloQig2C2Mc/s1600/48a6af60.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-p2itS24Qo/TaUWjXM6JNI/AAAAAAAADVE/PloQig2C2Mc/s320/48a6af60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594902908857099474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listo...:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHvpmpwtYdk/TaUWjLvVeqI/AAAAAAAADU8/UOY1W89n44c/s1600/17985200.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHvpmpwtYdk/TaUWjLvVeqI/AAAAAAAADU8/UOY1W89n44c/s320/17985200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594902905780271778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y el "resultado":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dVCc_JL6y8/TaUWjNySCDI/AAAAAAAADU0/pdQiKnikVyA/s1600/088902c0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dVCc_JL6y8/TaUWjNySCDI/AAAAAAAADU0/pdQiKnikVyA/s320/088902c0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594902906329499698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zei0MrRznJU/TaUWT6dkgHI/AAAAAAAADUs/uX1_Xr8LDcs/s1600/08e902c0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zei0MrRznJU/TaUWT6dkgHI/AAAAAAAADUs/uX1_Xr8LDcs/s320/08e902c0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594902643444318322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Digo, por que no en vez de pelotudear y haberse tomado EL tiempo para agarrar la camara, sacar la foto, y toda la pelota, no toca!? XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FMhFyYuy8s/TaUWTh506BI/AAAAAAAADUk/b85sNH804wQ/s1600/08a902c0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FMhFyYuy8s/TaUWTh506BI/AAAAAAAADUk/b85sNH804wQ/s1600/08a902c0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FMhFyYuy8s/TaUWTh506BI/AAAAAAAADUk/b85sNH804wQ/s320/08a902c0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594902636851947538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oe63P71oxGk/TaUWSeQgWpI/AAAAAAAADUc/8cjS482NjVg/s1600/5f452c20.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oe63P71oxGk/TaUWSeQgWpI/AAAAAAAADUc/8cjS482NjVg/s1600/5f452c20.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oe63P71oxGk/TaUWSeQgWpI/AAAAAAAADUc/8cjS482NjVg/s320/5f452c20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594902618693458578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fi0WJQCLGRI/TaUWSbVl-6I/AAAAAAAADUU/SNLdKDP37CU/s1600/4be902c0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fi0WJQCLGRI/TaUWSbVl-6I/AAAAAAAADUU/SNLdKDP37CU/s320/4be902c0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594902617909492642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No se lo puede llevar ni a cenar al loco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlJaUaRJ770/TaUWSIWBsmI/AAAAAAAADUM/N44YnNeh5to/s1600/4bd902c0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlJaUaRJ770/TaUWSIWBsmI/AAAAAAAADUM/N44YnNeh5to/s320/4bd902c0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594902612811035234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bueh, ya too much me parece XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No tiene paz este hombre...&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/3377707820873829843-7848524764320534398?l=thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/feeds/7848524764320534398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/terrible-obsesion-de-magne-furuholmen.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7848524764320534398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3377707820873829843/posts/default/7848524764320534398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebloodthatmovesthebody.blogspot.com/2011/04/terrible-obsesion-de-magne-furuholmen.html' title='TERRIBLE obsesion de Magne Furuholmen'/><author><name>Subterranean Homesick Alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12514916825580462602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_usEXJsz73kA/TORj-sQzp-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Yt9FtEi1xpg/S220/67025_1474097611254_1198088838_31149842_7611999_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-p2itS24Qo/TaUWjXM6JNI/AAAAAAAADVE/PloQig2C2Mc/s72-c/48a6af60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3377707820873829843.post-3684271636789549552</id><published>2011-04-08T21:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:03:46.584-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The number of the beast'/><title type='text'>The 39 stairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lyc6k_Ic6UI/TZ-iVbFdOjI/AAAAAAAADTc/FwHiP5xBSzk/s1600/gvhbjkl%25C3%25B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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