<?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-3044995449737432135</id><updated>2012-02-07T20:23:34.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad time, good face</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8223043600368755021</id><published>2012-02-07T20:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:23:34.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM1cUH-H_E8/TzGw3ewnjyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yAnW-fdORME/s1600/2232189330098131700S600x600Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM1cUH-H_E8/TzGw3ewnjyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yAnW-fdORME/s400/2232189330098131700S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706536670051405602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;And the hardest part &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;not taking part, was the hardest part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;And the strangest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;was waiting for that bell to ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It was the strangest start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I could feel it go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;bittersweet I could taste in my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Silver lining the cloud, oh and I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish that I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work it &lt;/span&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;And the hardest part was letting go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;not taking part you really broke my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I tried to sing  but I couldn’t think of anything andthat was the hardest part. I could feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; go down. You left the sweetest taste in my mouth. You're a silver lining the clouds, oh and I, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; and I, I wonder what it’s all about.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Everything I know is wrong. Everything I do, it's just comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; undone and everything is torn apart&lt;/span&gt;.Oh and it’s the part, that’s the hardest part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-8223043600368755021?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8223043600368755021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-hardest-part-was-letting-go-not.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8223043600368755021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8223043600368755021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/02/and-hardest-part-was-letting-go-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM1cUH-H_E8/TzGw3ewnjyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yAnW-fdORME/s72-c/2232189330098131700S600x600Q85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3216769487627374316</id><published>2012-02-06T12:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:01:27.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRoEQjwLq1w/Ty_3zqBWzwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Urc87YwPo4I/s1600/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRoEQjwLq1w/Ty_3zqBWzwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Urc87YwPo4I/s400/340x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706051719727075074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you try your best&lt;/span&gt; but you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get what you want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you lose something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and I will try to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;High up above or down below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When you too in love to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;If you never try you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; just what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-3216769487627374316?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3216769487627374316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3216769487627374316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3216769487627374316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRoEQjwLq1w/Ty_3zqBWzwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Urc87YwPo4I/s72-c/340x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-7162500525117603186</id><published>2012-01-31T21:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:33:20.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-suV8fK5_xjg/TyiHBjBg6cI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dJz0fseDZNU/s1600/adam-levine-moves-like-jagger-500x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-suV8fK5_xjg/TyiHBjBg6cI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dJz0fseDZNU/s400/adam-levine-moves-like-jagger-500x360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703957388715944386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;make me smile.&lt;/span&gt; Take control, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own me just for the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but if I share&lt;br /&gt;my secret. You gonna have to keep it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody else can see this&lt;/span&gt;. So watch and learn I won't show&lt;br /&gt;you twice. Head to toe, ooh baby, roll me right but if I share my secret. You gonna have to keep it&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else can see this and it goes like this: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take me by the tongue and I'll know you kiss til you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; drunk and I'll show you.&lt;/span&gt; You want &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the moves like jagger&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/3044995449737432135-7162500525117603186?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/7162500525117603186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-want-to-know-how-to-make-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7162500525117603186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7162500525117603186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-want-to-know-how-to-make-me-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-suV8fK5_xjg/TyiHBjBg6cI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dJz0fseDZNU/s72-c/adam-levine-moves-like-jagger-500x360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3100503047646808806</id><published>2012-01-10T21:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:51:51.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiUpVcZ-mhk/TwzaagOFSRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hEy4ITd_BQs/s1600/DSCN3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiUpVcZ-mhk/TwzaagOFSRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hEy4ITd_BQs/s400/DSCN3012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696167777577290002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;más, si aún queda el porvenir. Esto es todo o nada más, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esfuerzo por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No alcancé a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distinguir&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esto es amor o algo fingí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  tentar,  seguir &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mintiéndonos&lt;/span&gt;. Lo nuestro ya está&lt;br /&gt;todo dicho. Oh baby, oh no! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qué pena este capricho!&lt;/span&gt; Qué pena entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Hoy ya no es casualidad, no existe calma en mí.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ya no es casualidad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me entero siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Te abracé y concluí, no contengas, ven a mi y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;así calmarnos del dolor.&lt;/span&gt; Lo nuestro ya está todo dicho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Oh baby, oh no! Qué pena este capricho! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Al menos &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;poder olvidar y andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, lejos esta perdonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;abrázame, amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-3100503047646808806?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3100503047646808806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/01/esto-es-todo-o-nada-mas-si-aun-queda-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3100503047646808806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3100503047646808806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/01/esto-es-todo-o-nada-mas-si-aun-queda-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiUpVcZ-mhk/TwzaagOFSRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hEy4ITd_BQs/s72-c/DSCN3012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5241367529471826222</id><published>2012-01-08T19:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:36:11.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Djm7drWP5b4/TwoWnvsQ-kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/YawzKEb41yQ/s1600/DSCN8816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Djm7drWP5b4/TwoWnvsQ-kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/YawzKEb41yQ/s400/DSCN8816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695389550836251202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No di más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;y le di noches exóticas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ideas neuróticas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;para poder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;encontrarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No hay un consuelo para el duelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;más que la resignación, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;es el dolor o el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; este vacío &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;soy yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en nuestros actos más secretos&lt;br /&gt;nos detenemos a pensar, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo anduve&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; algún tiempo muerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;me gusta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resucitar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se me fue&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se me fue&lt;/span&gt; y se lo llevó&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/3044995449737432135-5241367529471826222?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5241367529471826222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-di-mas-y-le-di-noches-exoticas-mis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5241367529471826222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5241367529471826222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-di-mas-y-le-di-noches-exoticas-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Djm7drWP5b4/TwoWnvsQ-kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/YawzKEb41yQ/s72-c/DSCN8816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5364593593956034034</id><published>2011-12-22T12:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:17:13.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYtcqMNpBVw/TvNIMX9hc-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/fNQ7iL_Fzfw/s1600/freddie-mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYtcqMNpBVw/TvNIMX9hc-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/fNQ7iL_Fzfw/s400/freddie-mercury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688970131726758882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Empty spaces -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What are we living for?&lt;/span&gt; Abandoned places - I guess we know the score, on and on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Does anybody know what we are looking for? &lt;/span&gt;Another hero - another mindless crime. Behind the curtain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;in the pantomime. Hold the line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Does anybody want to take it anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; The Show must go on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; The Show&lt;br /&gt;must go on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; my make-up may be flaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; but my smile, still, stays on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Another heartache - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;failed romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;on and on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know what we are living for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; I guess i'm learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I must be warmer now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; I'll soon be&lt;br /&gt;turning round the corner now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Outside the dawn is breaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; but inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My soul is painted&lt;/span&gt; like the wings of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; I can fly,&lt;br /&gt;my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; I'll face it with a grin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; I'm never giving in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; On with the show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; I'll top the bill! I'll overkill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find the will to carry on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; On with the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; On with the show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Show must go on.&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/3044995449737432135-5364593593956034034?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5364593593956034034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/empty-spaces-what-are-we-living-for.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5364593593956034034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5364593593956034034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/empty-spaces-what-are-we-living-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYtcqMNpBVw/TvNIMX9hc-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/fNQ7iL_Fzfw/s72-c/freddie-mercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-125015129599839008</id><published>2011-12-18T14:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:55:29.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-mj1G551_o/Tu4nya0TxYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oKhT_qJznmc/s1600/Stefan-and-Elena-stefan-and-elena-20833857-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-mj1G551_o/Tu4nya0TxYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oKhT_qJznmc/s400/Stefan-and-Elena-stefan-and-elena-20833857-1024-768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687527126561179010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo te amé&lt;/span&gt;, tú amabas mi amor, nos amaba. Y ahora vés, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;todo esto explotó&lt;/span&gt; y te despiertas. Y ahora &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vienes a&lt;br /&gt;matar mi paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y yo escapo a toda guerra y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aunque vengas a matar mi paz no tengo paz&lt;/span&gt;. Dices que lo hago bien&lt;br /&gt;eso de hacerlo mal,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dices que te hace bien &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verme caer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. En el hielo de tu habitación te desvistes, esperabas&lt;br /&gt;besarte a alguien más y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no me viste&lt;/span&gt;, no! [...] Y ahora vienes a matar mi paz y yo escapo a toda guerra y aunque vengas&lt;br /&gt;cuando sólo vas,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; vas a matar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-125015129599839008?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/125015129599839008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/yo-te-ame-tu-amabas-mi-amor-nos-amaba.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/125015129599839008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/125015129599839008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/yo-te-ame-tu-amabas-mi-amor-nos-amaba.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-mj1G551_o/Tu4nya0TxYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oKhT_qJznmc/s72-c/Stefan-and-Elena-stefan-and-elena-20833857-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8279436946825312433</id><published>2011-12-13T12:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:17:39.637-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GveRbO-cWQQ/Tudq5YTXHrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xciMuk2MyOA/s1600/DSCN4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GveRbO-cWQQ/Tudq5YTXHrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xciMuk2MyOA/s400/DSCN4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685630588587286194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te di mi corazón&lt;/span&gt; pero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo nunca te dije a vos que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te lo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fumaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás te atrevas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a inventar finales &lt;/span&gt;para nuestro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues yo te di mi corazón y la llave la tiré por la ventana de tu barco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Alucinante&lt;/span&gt; usted&lt;/span&gt; que viene me dice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que está todo OK&lt;/span&gt; cuando en verdad está mal que venga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me diga que lo nuestro no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;podrá ser lo que era  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás me vas a confesar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la historia que nunca pasó&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo ya sé &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como sufrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no inventes ya sabes&lt;br /&gt;que tu veneno tiene efecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-8279436946825312433?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8279436946825312433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/te-di-mi-corazon-pero-yo-nunca-te-dije.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8279436946825312433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8279436946825312433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/te-di-mi-corazon-pero-yo-nunca-te-dije.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GveRbO-cWQQ/Tudq5YTXHrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/xciMuk2MyOA/s72-c/DSCN4004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1767527986729162883</id><published>2011-12-12T11:29:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:51:01.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdoOIJO7Sg8/TuYQDTbTPxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/07DqkI4MmAo/s1600/Horvilleur%2B076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdoOIJO7Sg8/TuYQDTbTPxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/07DqkI4MmAo/s400/Horvilleur%2B076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685249228542263058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tan solitario voy casi que no soy yo.&lt;/span&gt; México festejó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mientras los chicos juegan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fumo de la mejor &lt;/span&gt;escucho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;la radio maten esa estación que ahora tal vez me pasen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh mi amor no sabés na de mi&lt;/span&gt; , nada más que vengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de un país en llamas. Corazón, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yo tengo un corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;abrazame, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te mostraré cómo es mi alma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Tango, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;suena  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;lejano y delirante &lt;/span&gt;como un volcán en los parlantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cuando yo siento que las calles bailan sobre mí. Tango,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; cuando el abismo de repente congela todo el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ambiente. Tango, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que la película en tu mente&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; aparezca al fin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finalizó el dolor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finalizó el amor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; no es que no estaba aquí, estaba bailando un tango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; solitario voy casi que ahora soy yo, busco la oscuridad, que en su luz me acompañe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dimensión tropical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; y un hotel que se cae a pedazos y tu cuerpo de espaldas que parece el camino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;el camino divino hacia la perdición&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, entré y te desperté y te e e eh.. Tango.. &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rock.com.ar/img/blanco.gif" width="20" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-1767527986729162883?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1767527986729162883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/tan-solitario-voy-casi-que-no-soy-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1767527986729162883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1767527986729162883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/tan-solitario-voy-casi-que-no-soy-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdoOIJO7Sg8/TuYQDTbTPxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/07DqkI4MmAo/s72-c/Horvilleur%2B076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6898189998956356182</id><published>2011-12-06T22:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:24:14.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwprSiHtU_E/Tt6-JhGVk7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/FevP0MI-txY/s1600/DSCN3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwprSiHtU_E/Tt6-JhGVk7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/FevP0MI-txY/s400/DSCN3119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683188850501194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;¿Cuál es aquel camino que tengo que tomar?&lt;/span&gt; Si sólo hay un destino &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;al que puedo llegar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; siempre viajé solo&lt;/span&gt; y siempre vos fuiste mi faro en la ciudad, en la ciudad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Es sólo un momento&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;es una mirada y saber cuál es el camino y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;así nada más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Es sólo un momento es una mirada hacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;atrás. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo quiero saber mi amor si al llegar vas a estar allí&lt;/span&gt;, vas a estar allí. ¿Cuál es la hora exacta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;en que tengo que partir? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuántas&lt;/span&gt; son las señales que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tengo que seguir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...] Es todo silencio&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; última mirada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hacia atrás&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saber el camino&lt;/span&gt; y así nada más.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-6898189998956356182?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6898189998956356182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/cual-es-aquel-camino-que-tengo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6898189998956356182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6898189998956356182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/cual-es-aquel-camino-que-tengo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwprSiHtU_E/Tt6-JhGVk7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/FevP0MI-txY/s72-c/DSCN3119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3274772133746616629</id><published>2011-12-06T10:44:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:05:56.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fB86sl2XYiI/Tt4fZ-pAqKI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hFO4DnNN2Q4/s1600/DSCN8044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fB86sl2XYiI/Tt4fZ-pAqKI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hFO4DnNN2Q4/s400/DSCN8044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683014310960343202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y no sabrás de mi&lt;/span&gt; hasta que algún zorro no largue la lengua, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;no tendrás noticias&lt;/span&gt;, mis caricias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;diferidas no te afectarán. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pon un precio a tus anhelos y buscame hacia el final de la noche por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un río de escotes&lt;/span&gt; con la lágrima cruda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;comprendiendo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que nos faltó decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; termine&lt;/span&gt; y me digan que me tengo que ir, dejare una valija ahí, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;con la mujer usada adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; que hasta ayer fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y no sabre de ti hasta que los lobos no pequen tu rastro entre las pesquisas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;las milicias ateridas no te encontrarán. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiebra la bolsa de dudas&lt;/span&gt; y tu rastro reclamando la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;sombra entre el furor de congas dentro las luces ululan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anunciando que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hemos llegado al fin&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/3044995449737432135-3274772133746616629?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3274772133746616629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/y-no-sabras-de-mi-hasta-que-algun-zorro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3274772133746616629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3274772133746616629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/y-no-sabras-de-mi-hasta-que-algun-zorro.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fB86sl2XYiI/Tt4fZ-pAqKI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hFO4DnNN2Q4/s72-c/DSCN8044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5435036263919973419</id><published>2011-12-04T15:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T15:08:43.861-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TI7qindMn9g/Ttu1736x18I/AAAAAAAAAao/1u6iQ02-Qe4/s1600/DSCN8593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TI7qindMn9g/Ttu1736x18I/AAAAAAAAAao/1u6iQ02-Qe4/s400/DSCN8593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682335395085408194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo que te di todas mis noches a vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sin lamentos ni reproches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Te di en las noches y los días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; mis mejores melodías en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; las olas más tremendas de mi vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;te espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; todavía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo creo que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el olvido &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es una fantasía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y así, destinada a padecerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sigo loca como siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;  font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inventando lo que sea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para verte&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/3044995449737432135-5435036263919973419?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5435036263919973419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/yo-que-te-di-todas-mis-noches-vos-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5435036263919973419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5435036263919973419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/yo-que-te-di-todas-mis-noches-vos-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TI7qindMn9g/Ttu1736x18I/AAAAAAAAAao/1u6iQ02-Qe4/s72-c/DSCN8593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-587045106813288015</id><published>2011-12-02T11:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:31:03.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdUMSw9ofms/TtjgEqTpQGI/AAAAAAAAAac/7gmS4-lCb-U/s1600/DSCN8498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdUMSw9ofms/TtjgEqTpQGI/AAAAAAAAAac/7gmS4-lCb-U/s400/DSCN8498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681537300608663650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everything you want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so let me get up there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’m the baddest baby in the atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tell me what you want so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we can do just what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everything you know I’m flipping upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Take you round the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know I like it loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tell me what you want cause we can do just what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make me feel that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/3044995449737432135-587045106813288015?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/587045106813288015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/everything-you-want-so-let-me-get-up.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/587045106813288015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/587045106813288015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/12/everything-you-want-so-let-me-get-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdUMSw9ofms/TtjgEqTpQGI/AAAAAAAAAac/7gmS4-lCb-U/s72-c/DSCN8498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5925769384741011020</id><published>2011-11-28T20:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:27:55.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vj24Dq97rVM/TtQWpukl8oI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5lzcQWg4IIY/s1600/DSCN8555%2B-%2Bcopia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vj24Dq97rVM/TtQWpukl8oI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5lzcQWg4IIY/s400/DSCN8555%2B-%2Bcopia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680189936152998530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like a cat in heat, stuck in a moving car a scary conversation, shut my eyes, can't find the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;brake what if they say that you're a queer. Naturally, I'm worried if I do it alone &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; cares cause it's your life&lt;/span&gt;, you never know it could be great. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a chance cause you might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; grow.&lt;/span&gt; [...] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a chance you stupid&lt;/span&gt; ho. Like an echo pedal you're repeating yourself, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; know it all by heart why are you standing in one place. Born to blossom, bloom to perish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Your moment will run out&lt;/span&gt; cause of your sex chromosome. I know it's so messed up how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;our society all thinks (for sure). &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is short&lt;/span&gt;, you're capable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[...] What you&lt;br /&gt;waiting What you waiting What you waiting What you waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What you waiting for?&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/3044995449737432135-5925769384741011020?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5925769384741011020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/like-cat-in-heat-stuck-in-moving-car.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5925769384741011020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5925769384741011020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/like-cat-in-heat-stuck-in-moving-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vj24Dq97rVM/TtQWpukl8oI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5lzcQWg4IIY/s72-c/DSCN8555%2B-%2Bcopia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-7817256159811076826</id><published>2011-11-28T13:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:21:01.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80GeO1oFJwg/TtOykOhTODI/AAAAAAAAAaE/aq8F7rmI5Mk/s1600/1305219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80GeO1oFJwg/TtOykOhTODI/AAAAAAAAAaE/aq8F7rmI5Mk/s400/1305219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680079890487130162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-size:14px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana"&gt;Yo sé, por vos lloré alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero llorar me hizo sentir bebé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vos sos la más hermosa flor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuidate mucho&lt;/span&gt; que te quiero ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bailando para mí, jugando a ser lo más,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la nena más hermosa que hay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la nena más hermosa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es una droga&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo sé, lloré pero reí también &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y fue canción y fue la luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que hoy baila para mí,jugando a ser lo más..&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/3044995449737432135-7817256159811076826?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/7817256159811076826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/yo-se-por-vos-llore-alguna-vez-pero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7817256159811076826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7817256159811076826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/yo-se-por-vos-llore-alguna-vez-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80GeO1oFJwg/TtOykOhTODI/AAAAAAAAAaE/aq8F7rmI5Mk/s72-c/1305219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6141612020377179905</id><published>2011-11-20T13:12:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:43:40.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJocjdID3E/TskqLQV2E6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bEU6VguzwDU/s1600/DSCN8399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJocjdID3E/TskqLQV2E6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bEU6VguzwDU/s400/DSCN8399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677115178130740130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She, she ain't real. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;she is a stranger. You and I have history or don't you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sure, she's got it all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but baby is that really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;your soul, you've got your head in the clouds, you made a fool out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of you, and, boy, she's bringing you down. She made your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;melt but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're cold to the core.&lt;/span&gt; Now rumour has it she ain't got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;your love anymore. [...] She is half your age, but I'm guessing that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the reason that you strayed, I heard you've been missing me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you've been telling people things that you shouldn't be like when we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;creep out and she ain't around. Haven't you heard the rumours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds, you made a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; out of me and, boy, you're bringing me down, you made my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; melt, yet I'm cold to the core but rumour has it I'm the one you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;leaving her for. All of these words whispered in my ear, tell a story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that I cannot bear to hear. Just 'cause I said it,  it don't mean I meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;people say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Just 'cause I said  it,&lt;br /&gt;don't that mean I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; meant it, just 'cause you heard it.. Rumour has it. &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/3044995449737432135-6141612020377179905?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6141612020377179905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-she-aint-real.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6141612020377179905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6141612020377179905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/she-she-aint-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OJocjdID3E/TskqLQV2E6I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bEU6VguzwDU/s72-c/DSCN8399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3701525913541668598</id><published>2011-11-15T20:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:34:48.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E7eor1gQJbQ/TsL2gowTEWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2UH_PCZN-TA/s1600/DSCN8502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E7eor1gQJbQ/TsL2gowTEWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2UH_PCZN-TA/s400/DSCN8502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675369520996487522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight we’re &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;just like the world is ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We’re tearin’ it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you know we’re superstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;We are who we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We’re dancing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like we’re dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;our bodies go numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We’ll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;forever young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you know we’re superstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We are who we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-3701525913541668598?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3701525913541668598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/tonight-were-going-hard-just-like-world.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3701525913541668598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3701525913541668598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/tonight-were-going-hard-just-like-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E7eor1gQJbQ/TsL2gowTEWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2UH_PCZN-TA/s72-c/DSCN8502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-73791954958030237</id><published>2011-11-13T22:38:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:01:07.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ER0vfBQNHqE/TsB0LxKafOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/I66UNsHjgkk/s1600/large-msg-125132452139-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ER0vfBQNHqE/TsB0LxKafOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/I66UNsHjgkk/s400/large-msg-125132452139-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674663276011224290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: arial;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;Ella va a salir esta noche, dejando atrás su vanidad. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quiere gustar y ser gustada, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentirse deseada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bailar y bailar. Comanse a besos esta noche, total nadie lo va a notar. Él va a salir esta noche, dejando&lt;br /&gt;atrás su vanidad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiere un compromiso &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muy corto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;se siente seguro de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;provocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Si no te apreciara  tanto&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; te daría un beso que te haría temblar&lt;/span&gt;, como yo te aprecio&lt;br /&gt;mucho, te lo voy a dar igual. Ella va a salir esta noche dispuesta a dar su calidad. Va a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;jugar&lt;/span&gt; su &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parte coqueta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, está tan lanzada le viene lo que hay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-family: arial;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;[...] Comanse a besos esta noche, total nadie lo&lt;br /&gt;va a notar, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoy es tiempo&lt;/span&gt; y este es lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-73791954958030237?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/73791954958030237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/ella-va-salir-esta-noche-dejando-atras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/73791954958030237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/73791954958030237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/ella-va-salir-esta-noche-dejando-atras.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ER0vfBQNHqE/TsB0LxKafOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/I66UNsHjgkk/s72-c/large-msg-125132452139-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8462301001769778387</id><published>2011-11-12T19:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:30:26.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2xV6Vr8uErk/Tr7zYYANfQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wLq3Ur7oO6o/s1600/320885_2129670074928_1041240365_31938848_82258279_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2xV6Vr8uErk/Tr7zYYANfQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wLq3Ur7oO6o/s400/320885_2129670074928_1041240365_31938848_82258279_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674240180619148546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A dos meses de Bariloche puedo decir que FUE UNO DE LOS MEJORES RECUERDOS DE MI VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-8462301001769778387?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8462301001769778387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/dos-meses-de-bariloche-puedo-decir-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8462301001769778387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8462301001769778387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/dos-meses-de-bariloche-puedo-decir-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2xV6Vr8uErk/Tr7zYYANfQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wLq3Ur7oO6o/s72-c/320885_2129670074928_1041240365_31938848_82258279_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8887934879160456220</id><published>2011-11-10T19:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:29:39.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcObD4TaRP0/TrxP3-vF1tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/edtiGOIU3u8/s1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcObD4TaRP0/TrxP3-vF1tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/edtiGOIU3u8/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673497453731894994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE YOU COCO&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/3044995449737432135-8887934879160456220?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8887934879160456220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-you-coco.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8887934879160456220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8887934879160456220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-you-coco.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcObD4TaRP0/TrxP3-vF1tI/AAAAAAAAAYo/edtiGOIU3u8/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3111862646861413503</id><published>2011-11-08T19:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:43:55.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vls0JZ72X5I/Trmvv6XXNLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XFyAtAlBJsk/s1600/309921_10150268213137791_538772790_8054244_4294991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vls0JZ72X5I/Trmvv6XXNLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XFyAtAlBJsk/s400/309921_10150268213137791_538772790_8054244_4294991_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672758443305809074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Lo malo es mentir palabras de&lt;br /&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; acéptalo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;no estamos para&lt;br /&gt;eso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; nos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falta valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tú sabes lo que dicen de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;sabes lo que dicen del amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;como yo sé que tú lo sabes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;me lo&lt;br /&gt;callo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; y acordemos que la gente&lt;br /&gt;miente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; cuando habla de los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acéptalo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no estamos para el romance&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/3044995449737432135-3111862646861413503?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3111862646861413503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/lo-malo-es-mentir-palabras-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3111862646861413503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3111862646861413503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/lo-malo-es-mentir-palabras-de-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vls0JZ72X5I/Trmvv6XXNLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/XFyAtAlBJsk/s72-c/309921_10150268213137791_538772790_8054244_4294991_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8544739454360357278</id><published>2011-11-06T21:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:01:30.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWxlOm9KG6c/Trctuga_BPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gUMafV_s9l8/s1600/DSCN8466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWxlOm9KG6c/Trctuga_BPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gUMafV_s9l8/s400/DSCN8466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672052532696777970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;So long I've been looking too hard I've been waiting too long. Sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I will find, I only know it's a matter of time &lt;/span&gt;when you love someone, when you love&lt;br /&gt;someone. It feels so right, so warm and true, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to know if you feel it too&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maybe I'm&lt;br /&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;, won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This heart of mine has been hurt before, this time  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna be sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been waiting for a boy like you to come into my &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. I've been waiting for a boy like you, your loving will survive. I've been waiting for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; someone&lt;br /&gt;new to make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, waiting for a boy like you to come into my life..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-8544739454360357278?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8544739454360357278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-long-ive-been-looking-too-hard-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8544739454360357278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8544739454360357278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-long-ive-been-looking-too-hard-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cWxlOm9KG6c/Trctuga_BPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gUMafV_s9l8/s72-c/DSCN8466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8030937794274595705</id><published>2011-11-06T14:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:25:37.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVR4N4VRHrg/TrbC8h4wY8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/N0I0tt-FE4g/s1600/DSCN8394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVR4N4VRHrg/TrbC8h4wY8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/N0I0tt-FE4g/s400/DSCN8394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671935125864080322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No me regalen mas libros por que no los leo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que he aprendido es porque lo veo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mientras más pasan los años me contradigo cuando pienso, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el tiempo no me mueve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yo me muevo con el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;. Soy las ganas de vivir, las ganas de cruzar, las ganas de &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;conocer lo que hay después del mar. Yo espero que mi boca nunca se calle, también &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;espero que las turbinas de este avión nunca me fallen. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No tengo todo calculado, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi vida &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resuelta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, solo tengo una sonrisa y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;espero una de vuelta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yo confío en el &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;destino y en la marejada, yo no creo en la iglesia pero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;creo en tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;. Tú eres &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;el sol en mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD5"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; cuando me levanta, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yo soy la vida que ya tengo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tú eres la vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;que me falta&lt;/span&gt; así que agarra tu maleta, el bulto, los motetes, el equipaje, tu valija,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; la mochila con todos tus juguetes, y... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dame la mano vamos&lt;br /&gt;a darle la vuelta al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mundo.&lt;/span&gt;.. La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD10"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;renta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, el sueldo, el trabajo en la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD11"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oficina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; lo cambie por las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;estrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; y &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;por huertos de harina. Me escapé de la rutina para pilotear mi viaje porque el &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cubo en el que vivía se convirtió en paisaje. Yo era un objeto esperando a ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ceniza. Un día decidí hacerle caso a la brisa a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; irme resbalando detrás de tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camisa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No me convenció nadie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me convenció &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Y me fui tras de ti &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;persiguiendo mi instinto, si quieres cambio verdadero, pues camina distinto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Voy a escaparme hasta la constelación más cercana, la suerte es mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD12"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oxígeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;tus ojos son mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD9" &gt;ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Quiero correr por siete lagos en un mismo día, sentir &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;encima de mis muslos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD7"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;el clima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; de tus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD4"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nalgas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; frías, llegar al tope de la sierra, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;abrazarme con las nubes sumergirme bajo el agua y ver como las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD8"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;burbujas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; suben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-8030937794274595705?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8030937794274595705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-me-regalen-mas-libros-por-que-no-los.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8030937794274595705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8030937794274595705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-me-regalen-mas-libros-por-que-no-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gVR4N4VRHrg/TrbC8h4wY8I/AAAAAAAAAYE/N0I0tt-FE4g/s72-c/DSCN8394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2356610715775534631</id><published>2011-11-01T20:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:16:38.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eTMU7UuHWY/TrCLPJi7q4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/eoUPQSswTEw/s1600/emmu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eTMU7UuHWY/TrCLPJi7q4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/eoUPQSswTEw/s400/emmu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670185023236189058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Ahora ya no tenés un pretexto, una razón que te impida gozar. Pues &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo te sueño &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de noche&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de noche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;te puedo ocultar&lt;/span&gt;. Voy a cambiarte por algún cometa, no creo que nadie lo pueda notar.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a ponerte &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en lugar de la estrella que más brille&lt;/span&gt;. Nos abrazamos como si fuéramos mil hormigas&lt;br /&gt;negras cargando pétalos de flores para perfumar la siesta. [...] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiero&lt;/span&gt; tener &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sinónimos para este amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que está maluco o invitemos a ese cuco a desandar tu mameluco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-size:14px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana"&gt; Porque éste amor es loco, éste&lt;br /&gt;amor es loco loco, tiene a mis vecinos aterrados, creen que hay macumba porque &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siento que la lluvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lavará  lo malo que hay acá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Porque este amor es loco, loco loco, loco es este amor no me equivoco,&lt;br /&gt;ahí viene el eco loco con batida de coco, vamos a celebrar..&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/3044995449737432135-2356610715775534631?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2356610715775534631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahora-ya-no-tenes-un-pretexto-una-razon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2356610715775534631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2356610715775534631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahora-ya-no-tenes-un-pretexto-una-razon.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eTMU7UuHWY/TrCLPJi7q4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/eoUPQSswTEw/s72-c/emmu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6357777579325428044</id><published>2011-10-29T20:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:12:05.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xK4smag3mUo/TqyIJubqpfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JvMoXT1pE8g/s1600/320219_2037202690005_1242370051_31821100_738716678_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xK4smag3mUo/TqyIJubqpfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JvMoXT1pE8g/s400/320219_2037202690005_1242370051_31821100_738716678_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669055731616884210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-size:14px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;¿Qué me pasa? ¿Qué me esta pasando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me sobren motivos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no me estoy quejando&lt;/span&gt;. La vida me hizo mujer y alguien lo tiene que hacer,&lt;br /&gt;aunque me sobre el dinero, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;voy a echarme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Nací para mantenida y no me gusta el esfuerzo, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nací para mantenida &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;sin sueños&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/3044995449737432135-6357777579325428044?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6357777579325428044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/que-me-pasa-que-me-esta-pasando-aunque.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6357777579325428044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6357777579325428044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/que-me-pasa-que-me-esta-pasando-aunque.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xK4smag3mUo/TqyIJubqpfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JvMoXT1pE8g/s72-c/320219_2037202690005_1242370051_31821100_738716678_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6986414783711380412</id><published>2011-10-25T20:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:58:58.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ12mdlcu64/TqdMdisfAgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Sw1eg5VUzg/s1600/DSCN8316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ12mdlcu64/TqdMdisfAgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Sw1eg5VUzg/s400/DSCN8316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667582726482362882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sofocada&lt;/span&gt; por el sueño y la presión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;busco un cuerpo &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;para amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La distancia va perdiendo su espesor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pronta entrega por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me puedo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estimular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;música y alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pero me excito &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cuando es con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-size:14px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;siento todo irreal..&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/3044995449737432135-6986414783711380412?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6986414783711380412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/sofocada-por-el-sueno-y-la-presion.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6986414783711380412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6986414783711380412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/sofocada-por-el-sueno-y-la-presion.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ12mdlcu64/TqdMdisfAgI/AAAAAAAAAW4/-Sw1eg5VUzg/s72-c/DSCN8316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2379399462949613933</id><published>2011-10-23T19:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:22:21.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2oxTTUrxUs/TqSTZ4P6HqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qKpn_x3h5mE/s1600/301649_2029162649009_1242370051_31813159_1843214472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2oxTTUrxUs/TqSTZ4P6HqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qKpn_x3h5mE/s400/301649_2029162649009_1242370051_31813159_1843214472_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666816303944048290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show you&lt;/span&gt;, hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't leave me out here dancing alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't make up your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please don't waste my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not tryin to rewind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wish our hearts could come&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; as one&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/3044995449737432135-2379399462949613933?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2379399462949613933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-give-me-night-to-show-you-hold-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2379399462949613933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2379399462949613933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-give-me-night-to-show-you-hold-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2oxTTUrxUs/TqSTZ4P6HqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qKpn_x3h5mE/s72-c/301649_2029162649009_1242370051_31813159_1843214472_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2995538199040068412</id><published>2011-10-22T20:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:38:06.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2exG3DqxTCM/TqNWRA-fkhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8R-uROwo5bs/s1600/DSCN8324%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2exG3DqxTCM/TqNWRA-fkhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8R-uROwo5bs/s400/DSCN8324%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666467606482096658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ha corrido &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un siglo aparte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;desde la vez que te observé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;intimamente, poco decente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como para conformarme con un beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sólo de esos que a vos más te cuesta dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que guardás para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tus socias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;socias de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me declaro culpable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de todo ahora en más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de donde no estaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de donde me fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;de lo que nunca seré&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-size:14px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana"&gt; &lt;/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/3044995449737432135-2995538199040068412?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2995538199040068412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-corrido-un-siglo-aparte-desde-la-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2995538199040068412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2995538199040068412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/ha-corrido-un-siglo-aparte-desde-la-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2exG3DqxTCM/TqNWRA-fkhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8R-uROwo5bs/s72-c/DSCN8324%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-27463480451855199</id><published>2011-10-01T15:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:52:59.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuNoMQqy6Wo/Todfxw1MRQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/664-PGpY6is/s1600/DSCN7939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuNoMQqy6Wo/Todfxw1MRQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/664-PGpY6is/s400/DSCN7939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658596765340550402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No tengo ganas de seguir pero tampoco tengo ganas de parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tendría que pensar &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me esta pasando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pero es que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estoy cansada de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Podría quedarme durmiendo todo el día o podría también &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tratar de encontrarte. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Podría dejarle mi destino a la suerte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y es probable que me vista y salga a buscarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vengo apostando todo lo que tengo a un caballo que &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nunca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, voy a tener dejar este juego o cambiar de caballo mañana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Es que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tengo que dejar de pensar en vos&lt;/span&gt; pero&lt;br /&gt;tengo también &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tantas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganas de verte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Podría salir a buscarte o podría quedarme durmiendo en casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no se bien que es lo que quiero pero creo que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el fondo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;se que es lo que pasa&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/3044995449737432135-27463480451855199?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/27463480451855199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/27463480451855199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/27463480451855199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/10/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TuNoMQqy6Wo/Todfxw1MRQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/664-PGpY6is/s72-c/DSCN7939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8186805190067744337</id><published>2011-09-29T21:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:04:25.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZNzKpdfWuY/ToUVLxQrUCI/AAAAAAAAAVw/b8xjQykRqwE/s1600/166960_2129684275283_1041240365_31938889_1449245937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZNzKpdfWuY/ToUVLxQrUCI/AAAAAAAAAVw/b8xjQykRqwE/s400/166960_2129684275283_1041240365_31938889_1449245937_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657951798806925346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sé que no sé puede vivir del recuerdo y que hay vivir cada día a pleno pero pasan los días y sigo recordando lo bien que la pase en Bariloche, esos 10 días que jamás pensé que iban a ser lo que fueron. Hoy hace una semana que volví y es un recuerdo, pero uno de los mejores gracias a todos especialmente a mis amigas que estuvieron compartiendo este gran momento, y espero que sigamos compartiendo muchísimos más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvGYKM2rY5Y/ToUVXo_pSsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cJf79Aevf90/s1600/305285_2129679115154_1041240365_31938875_1499767467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvGYKM2rY5Y/ToUVXo_pSsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cJf79Aevf90/s400/305285_2129679115154_1041240365_31938875_1499767467_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657952002746436290" 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/3044995449737432135-8186805190067744337?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8186805190067744337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-que-no-se-puede-vivir-del-recuerdo-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8186805190067744337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8186805190067744337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-que-no-se-puede-vivir-del-recuerdo-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OZNzKpdfWuY/ToUVLxQrUCI/AAAAAAAAAVw/b8xjQykRqwE/s72-c/166960_2129684275283_1041240365_31938889_1449245937_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-7950747338216882260</id><published>2011-09-27T21:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:39:08.191-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82cCuVxYH4k/ToJru30dgwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0cRfYtD3pZg/s1600/DSCN8106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82cCuVxYH4k/ToJru30dgwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0cRfYtD3pZg/s400/DSCN8106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657202534932906754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-size:14px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tan tonta fui,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aquella tarde &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me hiciste dudar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trabaste&lt;/span&gt; mi alma&lt;/span&gt; con tu frialdad,&lt;br /&gt;amor siguiendo al viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miedo a sufrir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy me congela en el rancho peor,&lt;br /&gt;si hace frio que venga el calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo no quiero estar lejos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-size:14px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo mejor&lt;/span&gt; que me pudo pasar en el viaje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fue mirar el paisaje y seguir,&lt;br /&gt; fue mirar el paisaje y seguir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-7950747338216882260?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/7950747338216882260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/tan-tonta-fui-aquella-tarde-me-hiciste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7950747338216882260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7950747338216882260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/tan-tonta-fui-aquella-tarde-me-hiciste.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82cCuVxYH4k/ToJru30dgwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0cRfYtD3pZg/s72-c/DSCN8106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8639580441919131080</id><published>2011-09-03T15:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:06:58.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqgx71H_72g/TmJ5KJX1V_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sL4konVtXvU/s1600/DSCN6035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqgx71H_72g/TmJ5KJX1V_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sL4konVtXvU/s400/DSCN6035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648210097897560050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; 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Lo que me decís no me cierra, hagámoslo igual, en privado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No me importan las consecuencias, hagámoslo igual, en privado&lt;/span&gt;. Late una intriga oculta en cada ostra,&lt;br /&gt;un racimo perla en general. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soy un buscador &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de esos que no se conforman&lt;/span&gt;, donde nadie encuentra, encontrará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pusiste la mirada por algún lugar algo fuera de mi alcance, de lejos me hiciste la seña de algo confuso,&lt;br /&gt;lo que los dos suponemos. Perdamos algo juntos, por lo menos, ya y festejemos el acuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pasa que sos tan hermoso y yo estoy hechizada y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esto no tiene remedio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-8639580441919131080?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8639580441919131080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8639580441919131080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8639580441919131080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqgx71H_72g/TmJ5KJX1V_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/sL4konVtXvU/s72-c/DSCN6035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6354057599736037424</id><published>2011-09-02T20:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:02:12.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhmND0obMdU/TmFtgQFizSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZnX2dbZE2TQ/s1600/287419_10150266787082791_538772790_8039826_7951378_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhmND0obMdU/TmFtgQFizSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZnX2dbZE2TQ/s400/287419_10150266787082791_538772790_8039826_7951378_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647915808540773666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahora, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo a lidiar con esta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me está partiendo al medio &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pendejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mirá qué mal, qué triste desenlace mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;qué perdurar, qué rica pastillita fuerte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Qué voluntad lo poco de tu humanidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;estás salvándome todos los días.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Qué rebelión lo que hace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chico&lt;/span&gt; a este corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Qué maldición! Me estoy quedando un poco solo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;igual deja, voy persiguiendo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mi verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;es el principio de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo&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/3044995449737432135-6354057599736037424?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6354057599736037424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/ahora-solo-lidiar-con-esta-tristeza-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6354057599736037424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6354057599736037424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/ahora-solo-lidiar-con-esta-tristeza-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhmND0obMdU/TmFtgQFizSI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZnX2dbZE2TQ/s72-c/287419_10150266787082791_538772790_8039826_7951378_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3565831049873313442</id><published>2011-09-01T21:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:50:56.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrR_ccgD1XM/TmApuGKIe4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/pgPfwxtZ_ck/s1600/DSCN7433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrR_ccgD1XM/TmApuGKIe4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/pgPfwxtZ_ck/s400/DSCN7433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647559804626434946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yo necesito &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eso que alguna vez me diste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;es un remedio para mi corazón triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es una forma de resucitar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;de pasar el invierno, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pararme&lt;/span&gt; y salir a buscar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ésta canción no funcionó de pretexto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ya no sé  bien cómo seguir más con esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo creo en eso de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;volver a empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una noche cualquiera, nos puede encontrar..&lt;/span&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/3044995449737432135-3565831049873313442?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3565831049873313442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/yo-necesito-eso-que-alguna-vez-me-diste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3565831049873313442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3565831049873313442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/09/yo-necesito-eso-que-alguna-vez-me-diste.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrR_ccgD1XM/TmApuGKIe4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/pgPfwxtZ_ck/s72-c/DSCN7433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-4937645247090339624</id><published>2011-08-28T23:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:20:32.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HaE0sreBpkk/Tlr1dDJrzrI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lTx2f3cAS0E/s1600/DSCN7920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNSK3TJij64/Tlr1dIHxriI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5LvkB6mHkJU/s400/DSCN7928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646094963607449122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Juego de látigos, mis dedos quieren salpicar. Risa de latas, viento peina chispas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;. No seas infeliz, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;déjate arrastrar por el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Noche de máscaras, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;déjate influenciar por el caos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;. Chicas ricas no le tengan miedo esto es sólo una &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;fiesta popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicos ricos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt; no se asusten tanto esto es sólo una fiesta popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;. Orgía de plásticos, chusma de la capital&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Zumbadores, chuchería seria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3044995449737432135-4937645247090339624?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/4937645247090339624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4937645247090339624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4937645247090339624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HaE0sreBpkk/Tlr1dDJrzrI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lTx2f3cAS0E/s72-c/DSCN7920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1914650647461551119</id><published>2011-08-22T21:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:19:25.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fx0MUaWq7U/TlLy5a4UCkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LhMFygXWs98/s1600/254607_2047960472239_1041240365_31865655_6132003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fx0MUaWq7U/TlLy5a4UCkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LhMFygXWs98/s400/254607_2047960472239_1041240365_31865655_6132003_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643840351330634306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Después de 24 meses sin dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sostiene su entereza con gotitas de marfil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;me tira un mirada que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no puedo resistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se aleja con un Johnnie y que lo ayude a revivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Despliega movimientos energéticos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenéticos, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eléctricos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-1914650647461551119?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1914650647461551119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/despues-de-24-meses-sin-dormir-sostiene.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1914650647461551119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1914650647461551119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/despues-de-24-meses-sin-dormir-sostiene.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fx0MUaWq7U/TlLy5a4UCkI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LhMFygXWs98/s72-c/254607_2047960472239_1041240365_31865655_6132003_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-315076105402022076</id><published>2011-08-20T15:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:52:18.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOES51w-oIw/TlABo_2ut5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/MwgtpeRgHBg/s1600/Vacaciones%2B2011%2B104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOES51w-oIw/TlABo_2ut5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/MwgtpeRgHBg/s400/Vacaciones%2B2011%2B104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643012136942614418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My heart stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;one touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now baby I believe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and don't ever look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;don't ever look back&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I might get your heart racing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in my skin-tight jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; be your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;teenage dream&lt;/span&gt; tonight&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/3044995449737432135-315076105402022076?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/315076105402022076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-heart-stops-when-you-look-at-me-just.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/315076105402022076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/315076105402022076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-heart-stops-when-you-look-at-me-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOES51w-oIw/TlABo_2ut5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/MwgtpeRgHBg/s72-c/Vacaciones%2B2011%2B104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6294360016373233789</id><published>2011-08-11T20:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:38:05.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMv0Hfqq93A/TkRnoetUL4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/ylGPaa5fPk8/s1600/gustavo-cerati-por-nora-lezano1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMv0Hfqq93A/TkRnoetUL4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/ylGPaa5fPk8/s400/gustavo-cerati-por-nora-lezano1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639746578510262146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:ES;mso-fareast-language: ES;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Hoy te busque en la rima que duerme con todas las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;Si algo calle es porque entendí todo, menos la distancia.&lt;br /&gt;Desordene átomos tuyos para hacerte aparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Un día más, un día más.&lt;br /&gt;Arriba el sol, abajo el reflejo de como estalla mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Ya estas aquí y el paso que dimos es causa y es efecto.&lt;br /&gt;Cruza al amor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;yo cruzaré los dedos&lt;/span&gt;.. Y, gracias por venir. Gracias por venir.&lt;br /&gt;Adorable puente se ha creado entre los dos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos Cerati! Espero que en tu próximo cumpleaños ya estes bien. Gracias por tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-6294360016373233789?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6294360016373233789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/puente.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6294360016373233789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6294360016373233789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/puente.html' title='Puente'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMv0Hfqq93A/TkRnoetUL4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/ylGPaa5fPk8/s72-c/gustavo-cerati-por-nora-lezano1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6892869429930643245</id><published>2011-08-11T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:34:27.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LIHdOfbW1JY/TkRK0mvI7aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/U7NZGyXNGF8/s1600/DSCN7442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LIHdOfbW1JY/TkRK0mvI7aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/U7NZGyXNGF8/s400/DSCN7442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639714900986621346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3044995449737432135-6892869429930643245?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6892869429930643245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6892869429930643245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6892869429930643245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LIHdOfbW1JY/TkRK0mvI7aI/AAAAAAAAAUM/U7NZGyXNGF8/s72-c/DSCN7442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5646910241517215287</id><published>2011-08-06T15:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T15:32:55.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s99ros53Vsk/Tj2Ib8WkKSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tVaMVWrBDzQ/s1600/adri%2B388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s99ros53Vsk/Tj2Ib8WkKSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tVaMVWrBDzQ/s400/adri%2B388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637812322176346402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quiero que te saques la ropa y que sigas siendo malo en pelotas porque sí&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/3044995449737432135-5646910241517215287?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5646910241517215287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/quiero-que-te-saques-la-ropa-y-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5646910241517215287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5646910241517215287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/quiero-que-te-saques-la-ropa-y-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s99ros53Vsk/Tj2Ib8WkKSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tVaMVWrBDzQ/s72-c/adri%2B388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3559996014260928946</id><published>2011-08-06T13:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T13:25:58.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QAenVAH9c/Tj1p01as4wI/AAAAAAAAAT8/47rzno8OM4U/s1600/DSCN7241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QAenVAH9c/Tj1p01as4wI/AAAAAAAAAT8/47rzno8OM4U/s400/DSCN7241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637778664950915842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me queda poco tiempo de ahora en más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo que dure mi recuerdo en tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cuando parpadees&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;no estaré mas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surgir y caer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no seré aprendiz de borrego &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;al menos ésta 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/3044995449737432135-3559996014260928946?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3559996014260928946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-queda-poco-tiempo-de-ahora-en-mas-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3559996014260928946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3559996014260928946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-queda-poco-tiempo-de-ahora-en-mas-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6QAenVAH9c/Tj1p01as4wI/AAAAAAAAAT8/47rzno8OM4U/s72-c/DSCN7241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1706504401933218410</id><published>2011-01-14T00:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:46:49.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonido criminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS_Gr65owXI/AAAAAAAAATs/_gjkQPyYeWU/s1600/DSCN3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS_Gr65owXI/AAAAAAAAATs/_gjkQPyYeWU/s400/DSCN3055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561882522673529202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;La música suena tan bien que me conecta con la física y tú también estás muy bien, es tu sonrisa que me friza. Así los dos apuralo, nos contemplamos con felicidad y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no es amor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es conexión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, una secuencia de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creatividad&lt;/span&gt;. Mantente aquí cerca de mí, mueve tu cuerpo con seguridad, erratica me tienes hoy, el gran despiste de tu seducción. Come on baby, do it, do it. Come on baby, do it right. Come on baby, do it, do it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I can make you feel all right&lt;/span&gt;. Come on baby, do it, do it. Come on baby, mueve más. Come on baby, do it, do it. I can make you feel all right. The music sounds, the music sounds, te lo confieso soy un criminal. The music sounds, the music sounds, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;éste sonido es algo criminal.&lt;/span&gt; Te encuentras bien, te veo tan bien, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu cuerpo flota con mi música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Entregate, vuelve hacia mi, aprieta fuerte, siente de verdad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me salió el sol&lt;/span&gt;, te salió a vos, hoy despegamos como un power jet. Mi estímulo es tu emoción, me ponés loca, no hay comparación. Sin más que hacer quieres caer ya en mis brazos y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentir amor&lt;/span&gt;. Me acerco a ti, pongo a mover todo mi cuerpo como M.I.A ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-1706504401933218410?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1706504401933218410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/sonido-criminal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1706504401933218410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1706504401933218410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/sonido-criminal.html' title='Sonido criminal'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS_Gr65owXI/AAAAAAAAATs/_gjkQPyYeWU/s72-c/DSCN3055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2299475534690338086</id><published>2011-01-12T11:35:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:12:59.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel "Gabo" Mannelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS3DwSm7DJI/AAAAAAAAATc/CiqbV808WKQ/s1600/Gabo%2B16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS3DwSm7DJI/AAAAAAAAATc/CiqbV808WKQ/s400/Gabo%2B16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561316349268659346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hace 3 años que me enteraba la triste noticia de qué no ibas a pertener  más a este mundo. Es increíble como paso el tiempo parece que fue ayer  cuando me comunicaban ésta dolorosa noticia que sinceramente no podía  aceptar porque realmente no lo creía. Es una pena que un músico de tu  talla se haya ido, pero a la vez sé muy bien que a todas aquellas  personas que te seguíamos día a día &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos dejaste tus melodías, tu música,  tu rock, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu arte&lt;/span&gt;, tu frescura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y muchas cosas más las cuáles estarán  siempre presente junto a mí. Me alcanzó y me sobro tan solo con verte &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; una sola vez &lt;/span&gt;(aquel 6 de mayo del 2006, en el cuál te movías de un lado  para otro con un buzo y tenías puesta la capucha y movías la cabeza de  un lado para otro) para saber que estaba frente a un músico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; de la ostia,  el cual me generaba un millón de sentimientos y sensaciones. Puedo  escribir muchísimas cosas más pero me las reservo, y éste no será el  mejor texto ni nada por el estilo pero es mi breve y conciso homenaje  hacia un grande como vos desde éste humilde blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GRACIAS POR TU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ETERNO&lt;/span&gt; ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; "Donde quiera que estés, ten presente esto: yo siempre te estaré esperando.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS3ERi-3IUI/AAAAAAAAATk/9dZ_xbk2t3s/s1600/Gabo%2B62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS3ERi-3IUI/AAAAAAAAATk/9dZ_xbk2t3s/s400/Gabo%2B62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561316920599716162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-2299475534690338086?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2299475534690338086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/gabriel-gabo-mannelli.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2299475534690338086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2299475534690338086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/gabriel-gabo-mannelli.html' title='Gabriel &quot;Gabo&quot; Mannelli'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS3DwSm7DJI/AAAAAAAAATc/CiqbV808WKQ/s72-c/Gabo%2B16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6239709666480849185</id><published>2011-01-11T22:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:16:53.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Listos para ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS0PAf3YmUI/AAAAAAAAATU/ywGM8B1TZU8/s1600/DSCN3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS0PAf3YmUI/AAAAAAAAATU/ywGM8B1TZU8/s400/DSCN3018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561117616100645186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y así como me ves, no ves que ya crucé, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;no ves que estoy aquí&lt;/span&gt; donde solíamos ir. Estoy acá en el bar, nadando en tu alquitrán y está sonando la canción que no debió sonar. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Y así como me ves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo sé que no me ves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, estás leyendo ese libro y lo haces al revés. Principio, tu final y es tu drama nunca intentar ponernos a bailar y así &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;despedazar&lt;/span&gt; tu miedo, el mío,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bailar hasta bailar y continuar. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mirarnos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;una&lt;/span&gt; vez&lt;/span&gt;, sentir que estamos bien, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentir que estamos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listos para ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y así como te ves, tu magia la tenés, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el maquillaje de alquimista &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a vos te queda muy bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. La luna apareció y te descontroló, pasaron noches, días, noches y no amaneció. Y así como me ves yo sé que no me ves, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;llevo unos días en tus ojos y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ya no sé qué hacer con todo éste dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y con esto de nunca intentar..&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/3044995449737432135-6239709666480849185?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6239709666480849185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/listos-para-ver.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6239709666480849185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6239709666480849185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/listos-para-ver.html' title='Listos para ver'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TS0PAf3YmUI/AAAAAAAAATU/ywGM8B1TZU8/s72-c/DSCN3018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-7214243906409411891</id><published>2011-01-10T21:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:30:18.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TSuyn7G6-3I/AAAAAAAAATM/ChUu7oaAcB8/s1600/38778_450655822322_9991232322_6119302_1520285_n%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TSuyn7G6-3I/AAAAAAAAATM/ChUu7oaAcB8/s400/38778_450655822322_9991232322_6119302_1520285_n%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560734563870374770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; puede &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser con vos&lt;/span&gt;, me encantaría hacerlo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu hermano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; y si tu hermano dice no, me encantaría seamos mucho, mucho más que dos. Si no puede ser con vos, me encantaría hacerlo todo con tu hermano y si tu hermano dice no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;me encantaría que acabemos la mañana hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-7214243906409411891?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/7214243906409411891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/y-si-no-puede-ser-con-vos-me-encantaria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7214243906409411891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7214243906409411891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/y-si-no-puede-ser-con-vos-me-encantaria.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TSuyn7G6-3I/AAAAAAAAATM/ChUu7oaAcB8/s72-c/38778_450655822322_9991232322_6119302_1520285_n%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2161764487418372209</id><published>2011-01-09T20:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:39:48.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TSpE2LVaYqI/AAAAAAAAATE/novz3P3crnQ/s1600/DSCN3069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TSpE2LVaYqI/AAAAAAAAATE/novz3P3crnQ/s400/DSCN3069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560332387488522914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Busco un chico que me de su amor que sea pura ternura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;No importa raza, religión ni color, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exijo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor y locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Busco un amor clasificado en el diario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;que para amar no tenga día ni horarios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Busco un amor, amor que nunca encontré, pero lo sigo buscando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Busco un chico que me de su amor, amor con poca cordura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desgarrarnos de amor y placer hasta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perder la cordura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Busco un amor clasificado en el diario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;que para amar no tenga día ni horarios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Busco un amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;amor que nunca encontré,&lt;br /&gt;pero lo sigo buscando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-2161764487418372209?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2161764487418372209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/busco-un-chico-que-me-de-su-amor-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2161764487418372209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2161764487418372209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2011/01/busco-un-chico-que-me-de-su-amor-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TSpE2LVaYqI/AAAAAAAAATE/novz3P3crnQ/s72-c/DSCN3069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-4476764184901967331</id><published>2010-12-19T23:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:02:13.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Todos los secretos que le confesé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con todas su sonrisas yo me iluminé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensé en todas las tardes que lo acompañe&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué hago con los recuerdos, con mi corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué hago con mi alma que cayó con vos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decime &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo hacer&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No sé sí hoy yo quiera despertarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;con la nueve en la mano que me late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;el corazón que me arrancaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-4476764184901967331?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/4476764184901967331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/todos-los-secretos-que-le-confese-con.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4476764184901967331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4476764184901967331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/todos-los-secretos-que-le-confese-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-4531714016986319280</id><published>2010-12-19T13:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:17:36.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cumpa - El mero mero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQ4vLnSIhsI/AAAAAAAAASw/V2DQA7cjsmo/s1600/1222606315805_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQ4vLnSIhsI/AAAAAAAAASw/V2DQA7cjsmo/s400/1222606315805_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552427267164505794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;En el desierto el coyote está escondido con los ojos colorados fuma el cactus más prohibido de las olas policiales le rechinan los oídos, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lamenta lo que hizo, todo lo sucedido&lt;/span&gt;. Ésta va para todos los bandidos, llegó el torniquetero de la herida del camino. Cocodrilo que se duerme es cartera. Voy esquivando las culebras aplastadas en la carretera. Rameras por la noche sueñan con chequeras, los pibes sueñan con la glok y billeteras llenas.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Armado de valor y sueños gigantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, subidos al caballo como los héroes de antes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palabras flotan como cuerpos en el río Ganges&lt;/span&gt;, es la recompensa, la más alta por el Dante. Quieren atarme de manos, golpearme en el barro pero mi libertad continuará con mis hermanos. [...] Ten piedad Diosito mío, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;los corazones partidos se curan con agua del río&lt;/span&gt;, los gualiches se deshacen con un beso, el universo me dio tiempo un refugio en su latido. Y la fogata me acompaña en la cornisa dónde el mundo acaba y el viento es testigo que la muerte cava la tumba para los que no aman y dañan y la luz mala ya no me engaña. ¿Qué pasara cua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ndo las bocas se llenen de arena? Cuando se caiga la luna será la luna llena, cuando se borren los mapas y los esquemas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Será momento de nadar en &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagrimas de pena? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cabalgaré hacia un lugar tranquilo. El último amanecer de los cowboys y los indios, el día que Isis cerró sus ojos, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;el día que el amor le importo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a pocos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De todas las mentiras &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te prefiero a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  vida mía. El mero mero. Tengo una excusa pero no te la doy sin razón. Todas las mentiras se parecen, déjame elegir la que me va, quiero tu nariz para mentir mejor, déjame elegir la que me va..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQ4v3uYsW3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1JPI6LE85SU/s1600/DSCN2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQ4v3uYsW3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1JPI6LE85SU/s400/DSCN2550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552428024985312114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3044995449737432135-4531714016986319280?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/4531714016986319280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/cumpa-el-mero-mero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4531714016986319280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4531714016986319280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/cumpa-el-mero-mero.html' title='Cumpa - El mero mero'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQ4vLnSIhsI/AAAAAAAAASw/V2DQA7cjsmo/s72-c/1222606315805_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2520560078775914777</id><published>2010-12-16T10:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:50:50.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediúm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQoZLg4F0LI/AAAAAAAAASo/KJKHMIFtXmQ/s1600/IMG_1188IMG_1188IMG_1188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQoZLg4F0LI/AAAAAAAAASo/KJKHMIFtXmQ/s400/IMG_1188IMG_1188IMG_1188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551277176282009778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pude desaparecer, pude decir que no, pero &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el fin de la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pasión&lt;/span&gt; es que lo oculto se vea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, vine a avisarte. Chica con ojos de ayer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sé que vibras también la extraña sensación de no pertenecer a este mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; como en un trance. Ya tantas veces morí, nunca me pude ir, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el arte de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vivir por encima&lt;/span&gt; del abismo&lt;/span&gt;, estoy condenado a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;errar de amor en amor&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/3044995449737432135-2520560078775914777?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2520560078775914777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/medium.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2520560078775914777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2520560078775914777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/medium.html' title='Mediúm'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQoZLg4F0LI/AAAAAAAAASo/KJKHMIFtXmQ/s72-c/IMG_1188IMG_1188IMG_1188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1848280469602620212</id><published>2010-12-09T00:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:16:54.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Babasónicos es un estado en la mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQBJZUzvlOI/AAAAAAAAASg/WXKeBkapqdE/s1600/Babas%25C3%25B3nicos%2B45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQBJZUzvlOI/AAAAAAAAASg/WXKeBkapqdE/s400/Babas%25C3%25B3nicos%2B45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548515440351745250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQBJZAm3vaI/AAAAAAAAASY/EIRHPiFRCGU/s1600/Babas%25C3%25B3nicos%2B44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQBJZAm3vaI/AAAAAAAAASY/EIRHPiFRCGU/s400/Babas%25C3%25B3nicos%2B44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548515434929044898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQBJY-xjeBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6C_BaHGqud4/s1600/Babas%25C3%25B3nicos%2B43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQBJY-xjeBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6C_BaHGqud4/s400/Babas%25C3%25B3nicos%2B43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548515434436982802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;De verlos varias veces por año a no verlos nada, se extraña la verdad. Vuelve como cierta melancolía, años de escucharlos, de seguirlos, se siente cierto vacío...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-1848280469602620212?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1848280469602620212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/babasonicos-es-un-estado-en-la-mente.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1848280469602620212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1848280469602620212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/babasonicos-es-un-estado-en-la-mente.html' title='Babasónicos es un estado en la mente'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TQBJZUzvlOI/AAAAAAAAASg/WXKeBkapqdE/s72-c/Babas%25C3%25B3nicos%2B45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6638456490398677707</id><published>2010-12-06T20:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:47:37.474-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El color del ayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TP10Zod0kBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Iwh1D2BGkL8/s1600/24564_1349179980150_1550860789_30839019_1420852_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TP10Zod0kBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Iwh1D2BGkL8/s400/24564_1349179980150_1550860789_30839019_1420852_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547718299698368530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:85%;" &gt;El cielo de esta mañana tiene el color del ayer. Persigue desaforado las marcas de su recuerdo sobre mi piel, en unos ojos perdidos viven ojeras sin maquillar y &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en este &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;roto destino&lt;/span&gt; mi alma se fue moviendo a otro lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y eso que ves también soy yo, el vacío que deja la noche y la desilusión.&lt;/span&gt; Si esta tormenta dejó solo tristeza, si este silencio me aturdió la cabeza, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ya me ganó la depresión &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por knockout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y las noches de insomnio violentas me quieren matar. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estoy buscando &lt;/span&gt;y está todo perdido&lt;/span&gt;, soy una huella en el camino del olvido,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;y en Buenos Aires se complica más y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;no hay nada en el mundo más triste que esta soledad&lt;/span&gt;. En esta nueva mañana voy a salir a buscar, yo no me olvido de nada, quién se llevó la tristeza de este lugar. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Estoy pensando un poco en vos, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;es tan ridícula mi desolación&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Espero quieta la razón que me presente alguna revelación&lt;/span&gt;. Y eso que ves también soy yo, el vacío que deja la noche y la desilusión.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yo necesito eso que alguna vez me diste &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;es un remedio para mi corazón triste&lt;/span&gt;, es una forma de resucitar, de pasar el invierno, pararme y salir a buscar. Si esta canción no funcionó de pretexto ya no sé bien como seguir más con esto. Yo creo en eso de volver a empezar, una noche cualquiera, príncipe, no puedo encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-6638456490398677707?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6638456490398677707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-color-del-ayer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6638456490398677707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6638456490398677707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-color-del-ayer.html' title='El color del ayer'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TP10Zod0kBI/AAAAAAAAASI/Iwh1D2BGkL8/s72-c/24564_1349179980150_1550860789_30839019_1420852_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5506939843099169355</id><published>2010-11-28T19:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:48:56.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TPLcBm2HbgI/AAAAAAAAASA/odijBMbzVFg/s1600/3508561355_6207c08e77_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TPLcBm2HbgI/AAAAAAAAASA/odijBMbzVFg/s400/3508561355_6207c08e77_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544736011412008450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;La noche empieza y no va a poder parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; porque hace tiempo que no quiere llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;La cocaína seca las lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; y es el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;combustible del huracán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo te cantaba Lunita de Tucumán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; para que duela menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, cada día más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Si esta locura nos hizo comprender que la alegría no supo consolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Deja que lloren tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, corazón que tu tristeza es el sol de mi ciudad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-5506939843099169355?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5506939843099169355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/la-noche-empieza-y-no-va-poder-parar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5506939843099169355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5506939843099169355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/la-noche-empieza-y-no-va-poder-parar.html' title=''/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TPLcBm2HbgI/AAAAAAAAASA/odijBMbzVFg/s72-c/3508561355_6207c08e77_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-7625009575264878586</id><published>2010-11-22T14:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:21:56.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan de scorpions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TOrClqPDVdI/AAAAAAAAARw/_WKlVUHeQh0/s1600/73163_1633664572087_1550860789_31489485_3907497_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TOrClqPDVdI/AAAAAAAAARw/_WKlVUHeQh0/s400/73163_1633664572087_1550860789_31489485_3907497_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542456243681187282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Atrévete, atrévete a viajar conmigo, atrévete a vendar los ojos. Atrévete, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atrévete a las cosas nuevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y en esa quimera me propongo yo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Seamos estupendos amigos, dejemos la crítica de lado&lt;/span&gt;, la música no tiene mensaje para dar. Atrévete,  atrévete a lo poco claro, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atrévete a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;querer lo raro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Atrévete, atrévete a surcar el caos que del otro lado te espero yo. La música no tiene moral, no tiene moral. La música no tiene moral, no tiene moral. La música no tiene moral, no tiene moral. La música no tiene moral, no tiene moral. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;La música no tiene  mensaje para dar y sin embargo te lo da&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/3044995449737432135-7625009575264878586?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/7625009575264878586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/fan-de-scorpions.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7625009575264878586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7625009575264878586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/fan-de-scorpions.html' title='Fan de scorpions'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TOrClqPDVdI/AAAAAAAAARw/_WKlVUHeQh0/s72-c/73163_1633664572087_1550860789_31489485_3907497_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1068045165803690757</id><published>2010-11-09T23:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:52:25.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Letra chica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNoI463vySI/AAAAAAAAARE/EDNDP4cIjmQ/s1600/Mariano%2B332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNoI463vySI/AAAAAAAAARE/EDNDP4cIjmQ/s400/Mariano%2B332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537748465774217506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adórame tapiza mi destino con diamantes, meréceme actuando que deseas ser mi amante. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Concédeme  hasta la más absurda fantasía&lt;/span&gt;, compláceme y firma sin mirar la letra chica. De ahora en más no  reproches lo que haga y acostúmbrate a aceptar mi condición. Prisionera  de tu indecisión, tu desidia me tuvo alquilada, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;un pequeño error al margen para actuar en él&lt;/span&gt;.  Adórame y ponle luz a todos mis caprichos, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;meréceme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;devora mi deseo&lt;/span&gt; de  a poquito&lt;/span&gt;. Concédeme que todo lo que diga sea en chiste, compláceme &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ríe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;como si fuéramos felices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lo habitual es que lo haga y deshaga  pues a eso te tendré acostumbrado. Prisionera de tu indecisión, tu  desidia me tuvo alquilada, un trabajo resistente de mago amateur. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;En un pasado fuiste &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; para mi &lt;/span&gt;vivía pendientes de tus desacatos, ahora te trato con desdén y tendrás que comprender que &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las cosas han cambiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Adórame talla mi perfil en esmeralda, meréceme soporta mi desliz sobre tu espalda. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Concédeme &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un tiempo para sentirme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, compláceme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no soy igual al resto de la gente&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/3044995449737432135-1068045165803690757?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1068045165803690757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/letra-chica.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1068045165803690757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1068045165803690757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/letra-chica.html' title='Letra chica'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNoI463vySI/AAAAAAAAARE/EDNDP4cIjmQ/s72-c/Mariano%2B332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5451535806318924115</id><published>2010-11-08T22:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:34:03.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNizBd0nOcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ugpKSK8W21Q/s1600/DSCN9038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNizBd0nOcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ugpKSK8W21Q/s400/DSCN9038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537372579618568642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hace tiempo que te quiero hablar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoy te miro no sé que decir&lt;/span&gt;. Sé que di todo de mi pero fue en vano, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;la vida es así&lt;/span&gt;. Si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;todo sigue cambiando aquí&lt;/span&gt; no me importa de que te reís, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;si yo sigo girando yo me vuelvo loca&lt;/span&gt;. [...] Hace siglos que no pienso en vos quedó tan lejos lo que nos pasó, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;doy mi vida por tenerte así&lt;/span&gt;, es imposible, pues ya me morí. Mirando el cielo empecé a reír, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ahora puedo elegir&lt;/span&gt;, si me dejan volver a vivir haré una fiesta que no tenga fin. Porque recordé que te olvidé &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;el tiempo se encargó&lt;/span&gt;, recordé que te olvidé y nos volvimos locos, recordé que te olvidé&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; la vida nos marcó&lt;/span&gt;, recordé que te olvidé que te olvidé.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Estoy toda la noche sola pasa el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hace frío no sé donde ir y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;pasa el tiempo&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/3044995449737432135-5451535806318924115?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5451535806318924115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/recorde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5451535806318924115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5451535806318924115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/recorde.html' title='Recordé'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNizBd0nOcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ugpKSK8W21Q/s72-c/DSCN9038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5646283716368278256</id><published>2010-11-06T21:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:38:11.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comienzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNYCvzyHiSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/toicxpkKvf8/s1600/72399_1485056799999_1041240365_31104143_451696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNYCvzyHiSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/toicxpkKvf8/s400/72399_1485056799999_1041240365_31104143_451696_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536615812276128034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y si encuentro en el aire las palabras y el tiempo, juraría  que el cielo me ha dejado tu nombre&lt;/span&gt;. Si pudiera decirte que el silencio  fue tonto, huecos de tu voz no podré llenar y se irán. Fué en un tiempo  cansado donde pude aclararme. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Dónde fueron los días en que el cielo daría las respuestas a todo lo que tuve en mis brazos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuve que esperar desde algún lugar para dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ir al Sol hasta no ver, ver tu fé;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;tengo el tiempo para dar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;darte amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Ver tu luz como una señal para guardar. Despertar a tu lado y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contemplar tu belleza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;encontrar en tus ojos calma para mis miedos&lt;/span&gt; y el placer de encontrarte a pesar de los tiempos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hubo que esperar desde algún lugar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para amar&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/3044995449737432135-5646283716368278256?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5646283716368278256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/comienzo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5646283716368278256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5646283716368278256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/comienzo.html' title='Comienzo'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNYCvzyHiSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/toicxpkKvf8/s72-c/72399_1485056799999_1041240365_31104143_451696_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3581401764336085037</id><published>2010-11-04T22:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:25:16.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis madrugaditas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNNqBjA_WoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OTb0ZsAiZnA/s1600/DSCN0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNNqBjA_WoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OTb0ZsAiZnA/s400/DSCN0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535884941780277890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jueves a la noche de la porquería y mi costado de policía,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; el que gobierna últimamente está dormido, no se despierta&lt;/span&gt;, está esperando el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juicio a la otra parte del alma que injustamente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seguro pierdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y después lloro, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por perder el control, lo pierdo todo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Y vuelvo al infierno para ir a buscarte y vuelvo al pasado para complicarte. Santo gobierno de la pereza, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;está Dionisio que no me deja arrodillarme a los excesos&lt;/span&gt; de esos fantasmas que no están presos porque están sueltos en mi cabeza, van destapando otra cerveza, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;van derrochando esa tristeza y empapándome de mis carencias&lt;/span&gt;. La bala perdida que nunca encontraste está en tu cabeza sacándote sangre.  Para tus ojos quiero cantarte, salir esta noche para emborracharme, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rendirme al futuro que vaticinaste&lt;/span&gt;, mis madrugaditas fuertes son como para contarte. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vos dirás, ya sabes, toda mi miseria ya la conoces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; destapando despacito mi madrugadita sin calma.  Más buscas, más lloras, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;hay una cabeza que no tiene paz &lt;/span&gt;destapando despacito mi nochecita del huracán. Dejáselo al tiempo lo que necesita, baila como siempre, volvete loquita. Que el tiempo transforma el ocio en el tedio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga gracias por todos estos hermosos años, me puse melancólica, pero hablando en serio hace mil que ya nos conocemos y vivimos un montón de cosas juntas y me encantan seguir viviendo cosas con vos y reirme siempre, porque vivimos riendonos siempre. Gracias por TODO de los más absurdo hasta lo más importante.  Te amo a lot, you know ♥&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/3044995449737432135-3581401764336085037?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3581401764336085037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/mis-madrugaditas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3581401764336085037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3581401764336085037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/mis-madrugaditas.html' title='Mis madrugaditas'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNNqBjA_WoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OTb0ZsAiZnA/s72-c/DSCN0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5561605204118908937</id><published>2010-11-02T22:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:15:32.401-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confundido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNDFn4CRB7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YPwEySY37GQ/s1600/DSCN7176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNDFn4CRB7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YPwEySY37GQ/s400/DSCN7176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535141230885799858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Necesito alguna seguridad para contarte cómo me siento,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; un momento intenso de intimidad para compartir sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;. Hasta ayer todo andaba bien y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahora el mundo es tan extraño&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Cómo hacer para distinguir la sinceridad del engaño? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Es que ando un poco confundida últimamente, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;no sé si confiar en mi forma de actuar o entregar el control y dejarme llevar&lt;/span&gt; como una cachorra adolescente no puedo parar, tengo un hambre de nunca acabar me sacude un tsunami hormonal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Puede ser que un día en algún lugar encuentre lo que yo ando buscando&lt;/span&gt;, pero de algo tengo seguridad que no va a ser sentada esperando. Porque ayer todo andaba bien y ahora el mundo es tan extraño. ¿Cómo hacer para distinguir la sinceridad del engaño? Es que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ando un poco confundida últimamente&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/3044995449737432135-5561605204118908937?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5561605204118908937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/confundido.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5561605204118908937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5561605204118908937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/confundido.html' title='Confundido'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TNDFn4CRB7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YPwEySY37GQ/s72-c/DSCN7176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5517008927121384846</id><published>2010-11-01T22:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:59:40.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alelí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TM9tL8ADMZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZmzXAvPkRh4/s1600/10836_1173424689391_1041240365_30455247_801988_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TM9tL8ADMZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZmzXAvPkRh4/s400/10836_1173424689391_1041240365_30455247_801988_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534762518913954194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dicen que en su voz habita una canción que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;habla de olvidar el corazón&lt;/span&gt;, que duele tanto al escucharla&lt;/span&gt;, que caen ángeles tras su espalda. Pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;él sigue solo en su camino tratando de encontrar algo divino&lt;/span&gt;, ato su cruz  al cuerno de la magia, dejo una lágrima y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;su arcoiris de nostalgia se mezclo con el barro de los días&lt;/span&gt;, con el canto de las aves y en sus vidas ve el viento que lo lleva hacia adentro donde todo todo es un refugio eterno y abre las nubes con sus dedos preguntando &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¿Dónde está Dios que los estoy buscando?&lt;/span&gt; Al caer el sol también cayó su piel y a la orilla del fin se encontró con ella. Y en el bosque de su alma hay un Alelí esperando echarse a volar y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;cruzar la tormenta de soledad para nunca así regresar&lt;/span&gt;. Él suspiro un amor en Do, una nube en Re bajo el sol en Sol. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca conquistó su corazón atravesada su alma en redención&lt;/span&gt;, jugo con el fuego rojizo, se entretuvo con la luz y acepto el hechizo, luego todo se deshizo, vio su rostro en las cenizas y una flor que nunca quiso. Alelí pétalo de cruces, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guárdame en tus sueños cerca de las luces,&lt;/span&gt; pronto seremos hermanos para siempre, llévame en tu sangre llévame en tu vientre. Prométeme que cuando oscurezca me recordaras con tu sonrisa que cuando el Alelí desaparezca entre la brisa estarás justo en el iris del ocaso que más brilla. [...] &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;La verdad no la se, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creo que nunca la sabre&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si no estas no se que hago aquí&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/3044995449737432135-5517008927121384846?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5517008927121384846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/aleli.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5517008927121384846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5517008927121384846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/11/aleli.html' title='Alelí'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TM9tL8ADMZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZmzXAvPkRh4/s72-c/10836_1173424689391_1041240365_30455247_801988_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5289304266973187761</id><published>2010-10-31T22:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:58:10.875-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TM4eMM2yKEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bUI9IEJArPE/s1600/n06_f02_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TM4eMM2yKEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bUI9IEJArPE/s400/n06_f02_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534394187043186754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tal vez&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parece que me pierdo en el camino&lt;/span&gt; pero me guía la intuición, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nada me importa más que hacer el recorrido más que saber a donde voy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No trates de persuadirme voy a seguir en esto. Sé, nunca falla, hoy el viento sopla a mi favor. Voy a seguir haciéndolo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Las cosas brillantes siempre salen de repente como la geometría de una flor&lt;/span&gt;. Es la palabra antes que tus labios la suelten; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;sin secretos, no hay amor.&lt;/span&gt; Todo me sirve, nada se pierde, yo lo transformo. Sé, nunca falla el universo está a mi favor y &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es tan mágico&lt;/b&gt;. Voy a seguir haciéndolo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me sirve cualquier pretexto. cualquier excusa, cualquier error&lt;/span&gt;, todo conspira a mi favor..     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-5289304266973187761?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5289304266973187761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/magia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5289304266973187761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5289304266973187761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/magia.html' title='Magia'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TM4eMM2yKEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bUI9IEJArPE/s72-c/n06_f02_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3056784598426703378</id><published>2010-10-30T12:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T12:11:49.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Otra virgen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMw1rZHOQmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GznuEGvrmCY/s1600/Celeste+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMw1rZHOQmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GznuEGvrmCY/s400/Celeste+26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533857061723325026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ella iluminó mi ciudad y se hechó a correr, tomo la naranja ruta hacia el amanecer y patinando dejo su gloria. Puede que la veas pasar ella es de neón, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;psicodélica libertad lleva en su emoción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y la puedes hallar, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cierra tus ojos y ya verás&lt;/span&gt;.. Pues si esa estrella bajo, lo hizo para llegar a vos. ¿Y cómo puede ser que odiés el sol? Ya sé que te duele andar y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;al amor nunca llegar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;súbete al color y rie&lt;/span&gt;.. Que ya no hay más tristeza en la ciudad, que ya no hay más deseos de matar, que si volas y el cielo está quebrado, soñas y aparece bailando.  Otra virgen amor, la que nos cuida, un nuevo canto mi amor el que nos  guía, es otra virgen amor, es otra virgen, si ella te invita a bailar es otra virgen...&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/3044995449737432135-3056784598426703378?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3056784598426703378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/otra-virgen.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3056784598426703378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3056784598426703378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/otra-virgen.html' title='Otra virgen'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMw1rZHOQmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GznuEGvrmCY/s72-c/Celeste+26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8137997120275526515</id><published>2010-10-28T23:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:00:27.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuelve a mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMo5LMuME9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/dH7W7oVBBqU/s1600/Picture+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMo5LMuME9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/dH7W7oVBBqU/s400/Picture+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533297956734374866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sigo aquí, quiero dormir pero lejos estoy. Tengo sólo ésta canción y un despertador que no quiere más, no quiere soñar, no quiere despertarme a mí, pues me ve que estoy tan solo diciendo que vuelvas a mí. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vuelve a mí yo te digo amor vuelve a mí&lt;/span&gt;, vuelve a mí yo te digo  amor vuelve a mí, vuelve a mí yo te digo amor vuelve a mí, vuelve a mí yo te digo amor vuelve a mí. Y si estás allí y yo estoy aquí trato de abrir la puerta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;pero al ver tu piel siento caer de espaldas al abismo de tu amor&lt;/span&gt;. [...] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Corazón que juega a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentir&lt;/span&gt; ese dolor que siente&lt;/span&gt;. Mi calendario lunar me dijo que no te invite a bailar de noche. Pues en la noche es cuando él más hermoso está  [...] &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me mira y se ríe  y yo no sé que imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pues &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en los brazos de otra mujer está&lt;/span&gt;, ésta canción él quiso escapar pero se aparece como un tornado y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clava mi mundo&lt;/span&gt;. ¿Por qué lo haces? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Por qué me haces tan mal?&lt;/span&gt; ¿Por qué me haces llorar? Y ya no me responde, sigue bailando, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sigue moviéndose al compás de una mujer que no lo ama, y yo solo aquí&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/3044995449737432135-8137997120275526515?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8137997120275526515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/vuelve-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8137997120275526515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8137997120275526515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/vuelve-mi.html' title='Vuelve a mí'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMo5LMuME9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/dH7W7oVBBqU/s72-c/Picture+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3267025159539539373</id><published>2010-10-27T15:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:01:29.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tú sin mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMh2_8KW3LI/AAAAAAAAAPc/aWSfSN77xnk/s1600/DSCN9437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMh2_8KW3LI/AAAAAAAAAPc/aWSfSN77xnk/s400/DSCN9437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532802983078059186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es terrible percibir que te vas y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sabes el dolor que has dejado justo en mí&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te has llevado la ilusión de que un día tú serás solamente para mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, oh para mí. Muchas cosas han pasado, mucho tiempo, fue la duda y el rencor que despertamos al ver que no nos queríamos, no ya no, ya no nos queríamos, oh no. Y ahora estás tu sin mí y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qué hago con mi amor el que era para ti y con toda la ilusión de que un día tú fueras solamente para mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , oh para mí... Y ahora estás tu sin mí  y qué hago con mi amor el que era para ti y con toda la ilusión de que un día tú fueras solamente para mí , oh para mí.... No comprendo, puedo ver que el amor que un día yo te di no ha llenado tu interior y es por eso que te vas alejándote de mi y sin mirar hacia atrás, hacia atrás. Pero yo corazón entendí en el tiempo que paso que no nos servía ya&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; la locura de este amor que un día así se fue y nunca mas volvió, no volvió&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/3044995449737432135-3267025159539539373?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3267025159539539373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/tu-sin-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3267025159539539373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3267025159539539373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/tu-sin-mi.html' title='Tú sin mí'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMh2_8KW3LI/AAAAAAAAAPc/aWSfSN77xnk/s72-c/DSCN9437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6407642659992801552</id><published>2010-10-25T21:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:02:22.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMYkV9jq8qI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GfLvoWG-_q0/s1600/27194_400425979928_229842984928_3717499_7994406_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMYkV9jq8qI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GfLvoWG-_q0/s400/27194_400425979928_229842984928_3717499_7994406_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532149151991263906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brillaré en la luz aún a la distancia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dejaré en tu voz tristeza en las palabras&lt;/span&gt;. Sé que hay un umbral en dónde el cielo se descalza y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corre hacia ti pérdido entre tus lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;. Y aunque pienses que ya nada más podrá pasar entre los dos aunque sientas que te alejarás ya volverás a mi canción, yo te esperaré. Elevado en la luz de tus ojos, nene. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Búscame allí en dónde aún duermen los sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, shhh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;supe despertar atado a mis recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;. Si vuelvo a mí, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;duele hasta el fin y pierdo&lt;/span&gt;, pierdo boy, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;si no crees en mi, dímelo y me iré&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/3044995449737432135-6407642659992801552?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6407642659992801552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/elevado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6407642659992801552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6407642659992801552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/elevado.html' title='Elevado'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMYkV9jq8qI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GfLvoWG-_q0/s72-c/27194_400425979928_229842984928_3717499_7994406_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1503307110750973808</id><published>2010-10-24T17:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:19:38.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsesionario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMShWKK-NcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LiaJyFG7IUY/s1600/DSCN0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMShWKK-NcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LiaJyFG7IUY/s400/DSCN0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531723644377380290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Después de la lluvia, del perfume de la angustia y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el sonido del silencio que dejás cuando te vas&lt;/span&gt;. Después de no sobrevivir a las mañanas de ese abril nubladas como rotas. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Viajo bien adentro a la ciudad del desencuentro&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Capital del nuevo centro del vacío existencial&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Como me desilusionás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cuando&lt;/span&gt; amagás y tiroteás sin terminar las cosas&lt;/span&gt;. Libertad, mi casa es un desastre, mi vida un poco más. Corazón, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qué caros son los precios del amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No te encontré en el centro hoy y una secuencia de terror y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soñé pasiones locas con vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, y simplemente pasa que tengo ganas de verte, y simplemente pasa que… Algo habré perdido que ando tan comprometido en &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buscar adentro tuyo algo que esta adentro mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y algo para poder tapar mi gran agujero espiritual, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mis ilusiones rotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creo que buscarte es menos digno que pensarte, más díficil que encontrarte y menos triste que olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;. [...] No te encontré en el centro hoy y una secuencia de terror y lloré la noche del apagón y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simplemente pasa que tengo ganas de verte&lt;/span&gt;, y simplemente pasa que… &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/3044995449737432135-1503307110750973808?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1503307110750973808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/obsesionario.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1503307110750973808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1503307110750973808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/obsesionario.html' title='Obsesionario'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMShWKK-NcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LiaJyFG7IUY/s72-c/DSCN0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-380629052417789107</id><published>2010-10-23T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T20:35:37.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Veneno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMNwydud6nI/AAAAAAAAANs/fnPDdYebyaA/s1600/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMNwydud6nI/AAAAAAAAANs/fnPDdYebyaA/s400/DSCN0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531388779616397938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lleva un compromiso en la frontera, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ella alucina con las perlas de novela&lt;/span&gt;. Fabricada en jean costado loco y retocada es un destino delicioso. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ella va a bailar en la frontera&lt;/span&gt;, va caminando, caminando donde quiera. Fabricada en jean costado loco y retocada es un destino delicioso.  Hoy voy a bailar en la frontera, voy caminando, caminando donde quiera. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Panorama cool desde mis ojos y deje todo por algunos antojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pide un rescate hot para una noche especial. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Champagne y colores te alucinan&lt;/span&gt; y como vengo hoy la voy a ver dejar, la mancha de glamour en la ciudad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Yo soy del mundo, mundo de los locos está de moda y están todos como locos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, voy a averiguar a dónde queda, voy caminando, caminando donde quiera. Lleva un compromiso en la frontera ella alucina con las perlas de novela. Fabricada en jean costado loco y retocada es un destino delicioso. Ella va a bailar en la frontera y el aire toxi-tóxico lleva. Sabe conformarse y se libera va a deslumbrar entre los otros cuando quiera. Hoy voy a bailar en la frontera y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; el aire toxi-tóxico espera&lt;/span&gt; voy a conformar a donde pueda o deslumbrar en el portal de la frontera […]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gato de primera sabes que te amo y que me tenés en todo y podés confiar en mi siempre como yo sé muy bien que puedo confiar en vos. Gracias por todo y principalmente por escucharme y leerme siempre tanto en cosas importantes como en mis delirios y me olvido por ser la amiga más gata (Para que veas que en el fondo tengo un gran corazón)&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/3044995449737432135-380629052417789107?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/380629052417789107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/veneno.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/380629052417789107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/380629052417789107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/veneno.html' title='Veneno'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMNwydud6nI/AAAAAAAAANs/fnPDdYebyaA/s72-c/DSCN0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-3865661571551197584</id><published>2010-10-16T10:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:45:53.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TLmshUdBYaI/AAAAAAAAANk/FqeJPTcND0I/s1600/1234812560635_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TLmshUdBYaI/AAAAAAAAANk/FqeJPTcND0I/s400/1234812560635_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528639706000089506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Me estoy llevando el río debo saciar la sed de mi adivino, estoy corriendo mucho un pez me grita y yo nunca lo escucho y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desaparecer es lo que me aconsejan, huir de ti, salirme de tu senda&lt;/span&gt;, pero tome tu piel, quede imantado a eso como los bosques imantan el silencio. Quién nos guía hacia el abismo, sabe que quiero sabe que busco el abismo. Quién nos guía hacia el abismo... El mar lo siento lejos debo nadar hasta tus sueños, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desde la fantasía vos me dirás lo fugaz que es la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y si quieren juzgarte, saca afuera tu alma deja que el sol inserte algo de calma, quebrar lo inquebrantable y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ver un mundo aparte es lo que hace que al fin yo pueda amarte&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/3044995449737432135-3865661571551197584?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/3865661571551197584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/abismo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3865661571551197584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/3865661571551197584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/10/abismo.html' title='Abismo'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TLmshUdBYaI/AAAAAAAAANk/FqeJPTcND0I/s72-c/1234812560635_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1513214159644554382</id><published>2010-08-26T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:54:33.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para vestir santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/THco0H3lcWI/AAAAAAAAANU/W97G-4JXpXA/s1600/Celeste+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/THco0H3lcWI/AAAAAAAAANU/W97G-4JXpXA/s400/Celeste+39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509917545041588578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tengo el rouge descolorido y mi pelo está fatal, desperté y no me acuerdo dormiste al lado mio o te eché antes de entrar. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me vestí para el entierro,&lt;/span&gt; negro siempre viste más. Me vestí para el infarto y aún estoy desnuda en medio de este funeral. No, todas las mañanas saben mal y me parece que ésta pinta igual. El amor terminó y rompió tu corazón&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿Qué te puedo decir? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si mi vida va peor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Que &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te adoro sabrás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eso siempre será igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Algun día verás &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nuestra suerte cambiará&lt;/span&gt;. Me quedaron dos palabras y tres penas sin curar. Las mastico con violencia trituro y te recuerdo, trago y vuelvo a comenzar..&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/3044995449737432135-1513214159644554382?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1513214159644554382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/para-vestir-santos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1513214159644554382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1513214159644554382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/para-vestir-santos.html' title='Para vestir santos'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/THco0H3lcWI/AAAAAAAAANU/W97G-4JXpXA/s72-c/Celeste+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-4807091088373997215</id><published>2010-08-24T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:32:21.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi enfermedad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/THSAglpodHI/AAAAAAAAANE/IHs9y1K7rGM/s1600/40619_1404082015680_1041240365_30934949_2390197_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/THSAglpodHI/AAAAAAAAANE/IHs9y1K7rGM/s400/40619_1404082015680_1041240365_30934949_2390197_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509169541531858034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estoy vencida porque el mundo me hizo así, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no puedo cambiar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soy el remedio sin receta y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;tu amor mi enfermedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Estoy vencida porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;el cuerpo de los dos es mi debilidad&lt;/span&gt;.  Esta vez el dolor va a terminar. Parece que la fiesta terminó, pérdidos en el túnel del amor y dicen las hojas del libro que más leo yo: "esta vez el esclavo se escapó''. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me entrego al vino porque el mundo me hizo así&lt;/span&gt;, no puedo cambiar. Soy el remedio sin receta y tu amor mi enfermedad. Estoy vencida porque el cuerpo de los dos es mi debilidad.  Esta vez el dolor va a terminar. Del árbol una hoja se cayó, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en mi boca la manzana se fundió&lt;/span&gt;. Tendrías que aprender a pedir perdón, esta vez la cadena se rompió...&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/3044995449737432135-4807091088373997215?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/4807091088373997215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/mi-enfermedad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4807091088373997215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4807091088373997215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/mi-enfermedad.html' title='Mi enfermedad'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/THSAglpodHI/AAAAAAAAANE/IHs9y1K7rGM/s72-c/40619_1404082015680_1041240365_30934949_2390197_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-4396720158674393023</id><published>2010-08-20T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:10:13.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TG8LSL0USKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HDgckLXbVig/s1600/27011_1270487475900_1041240365_30653715_2669038_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TG8LSL0USKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HDgckLXbVig/s400/27011_1270487475900_1041240365_30653715_2669038_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507633276335179938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;We are young, we are strong, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're not looking for where we belong&lt;/span&gt;. We're not cool, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are free&lt;/span&gt; and we're running with blood on our knees. We could rule the world on a silver platter from the wrong to the right light to an open stream.  With a crash and burn we could make it better,  turn it upside down just you and me.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are the dream, no other way to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. [...] I could change the world I could make it better kick it up and down take a chance on me. When you fake a smile and you think you're better gonna put it down rip it at your feet.  No bridge to burn nowhere to turn for me [...] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;What do they know about us? Are they thinking of somebody else? Are they wondering what we might be? Are they thinking of you or of me?&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/3044995449737432135-4396720158674393023?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/4396720158674393023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/kick-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4396720158674393023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4396720158674393023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/kick-ass.html' title='Kick ass'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TG8LSL0USKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HDgckLXbVig/s72-c/27011_1270487475900_1041240365_30653715_2669038_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1586836424313439968</id><published>2010-08-14T19:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:11:18.201-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the way you lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TGciHbYx7II/AAAAAAAAAM0/09a4up8XobU/s1600/Video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 730px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TGciHbYx7II/AAAAAAAAAM0/09a4up8XobU/s400/Video.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505406580489841794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;. Well that’s alright because I like the way it hurts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;. Well that’s alright because&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;, I love the way you lie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t tell you what it really is I can only tell you&lt;/span&gt; what it feels like and right now there’s a steel knife in my windpipe. I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight as long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High off of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, drunk from my hate its like I’m huffing paint and I love it the more that I suffer, I suffocate and right before I’m about to drown she resuscitates me, she fucking hates me and I love it, wait. Where you going, I’m leaving you no you ain’t, come back we’re running right back here we go again, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it’s so insane cause when it’s going good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it’s going great I’m superman with the wind at his back, she’s Lois Lane. But when it’s bad it’s awful I feel so ashamed, I snapped who’s that dude I don’t even know his name I laid hands on her, I’ll never stoop so low again I guess I don’t know my own strength. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;. Well that’s alright because I like the way it hurts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;. Well that’s alright because &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;, I love the way you lie. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when you’re with ‘em you meet and neither one of you even know what hit ‘em got that warm fuzzy feeling yeah them chills used to get ‘em now you’re getting fucking sick at looking at ‘em you swore you’d never hit ‘em never do nothing to hurt ‘em now you’re in each others face spewing venom in your words when you spit ‘em. You push, pull each other’s hair, scratch, claw bit ‘em, throw ‘em down, pin ‘em so lost in the moments when you’re in them. It’s the craze that the corporate controls you both so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;they say it’s best to go your separate ways guess they don’t know you cause today&lt;/span&gt;, that was yesterday yesterday is over, it’s a different day. Silent broken records playing over but you promised her next time you’ll show restrain you don’t get another chance life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again now you get to watch her leave out the window I guess that’s why they call it window pane. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;. Well that’s alright because I like the way it hurts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/span&gt;. Well that’s alright because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;/span&gt;, I love the way you lie.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I know we said things fid things that we didn’t mean&lt;/span&gt; and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine but your temper is just as bad is mine is you’re the same as me when it comes to love you’re just as blinded. Baby, please come back it wasn’t you maybe it was me maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;all I know is I love you too much to walk away though&lt;/span&gt;. Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look in the eyeball next time I’m pissed I’ll aim my fist at the drywall next time, there won’t be no next time. I apologize even though I know it’s lies I’m tired of the games I just want her back I know I’m a liar if she ever tries to fucking leave again I’mma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire..&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/3044995449737432135-1586836424313439968?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1586836424313439968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-way-you-lie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1586836424313439968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1586836424313439968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-way-you-lie.html' title='Love the way you lie'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TGciHbYx7II/AAAAAAAAAM0/09a4up8XobU/s72-c/Video.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-941255086643051225</id><published>2010-08-10T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:25:11.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasos al costado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TGHty47EQcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3iJ-ksEhx7I/s1600/17146_1236440184739_1041240365_30588849_8090571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TGHty47EQcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3iJ-ksEhx7I/s400/17146_1236440184739_1041240365_30588849_8090571_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503941678152827330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nunca dormí tan poco tal vez viva demasiado, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no reconozco el punto justo donde hay que frenar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Me preguntaba lo que había dado y lo que me habían dejado,me respondieron que  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en la vida hay que aceptar&lt;/span&gt;. De cualquier modo que te toque esta bien, de cualquier modo que te toque esta mal. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mejor abrir los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para saber, lo que te gustaría hacer. Debo haber estado dando pasos al costado, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paralizado por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el miedo de saber la verdad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Me imaginaba que lo que habíamos pasado había quedado pisado, pero encontramos una nueva forma de hablar [..] Y es el momento en que todo comienza de vuelta, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi corazón esta alerta y el tuyo también&lt;/span&gt;, todo este tiempo vivido me sirve de ejemplo para no volver, para no volver, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para no volver a caer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-941255086643051225?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/941255086643051225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/pasos-al-costado.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/941255086643051225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/941255086643051225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/08/pasos-al-costado.html' title='Pasos al costado'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TGHty47EQcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3iJ-ksEhx7I/s72-c/17146_1236440184739_1041240365_30588849_8090571_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2461123459293128025</id><published>2010-08-01T00:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:55:20.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vidas perfectas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TFTwC_BF_zI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cq_fKCLGxes/s1600/churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TFTwC_BF_zI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cq_fKCLGxes/s400/churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500284978992643890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cada noche bailo un ritmo nuevo es la danza de las sociedades. Cada trago mal tomado es muerte &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque vivo en la cuerda floja&lt;/span&gt;. El rondón de la cruz no es joda, la mortal de las apariencias. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El veneno de la nueva moda&lt;/span&gt;, y un montón de viejas de felicidad, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me traen bienestar y no me dejan ver&lt;/span&gt;, tengo que salir a ver. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voy decidido a buscarte y hoy vivo por encontrarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, nada más para pasar las malas fronteras, mañana un poco más. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Vidas perfectas, emociones iguales.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Voy siempre donde me llames para estar para elegir el mismo camino&lt;/span&gt;, mañana un poco más. Cada noche bailo un ritmo nuevo, es la danza de las sociedades. Cada trago mal tomado es muerte porque vivo en la cuerda floja. El cantar de las malas lenguas pone triste a mi Buenos Aires. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y mirarte un poco más de cerca puede ser que veas a tu ofensiva manera de pensar, miradas trancesivas, no tengo que mirar atrás&lt;/span&gt;. [...]  Llegaste justo y ya casi no entiendo cómo cambió mi vida por completo hoy. Acostumbrado a mis nochecitas, voy emparchando mis fisuritas. Ponele el sol a mis mañanitas, mañana un poco más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-2461123459293128025?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2461123459293128025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/vidas-perfectas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2461123459293128025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2461123459293128025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/vidas-perfectas.html' title='Vidas perfectas'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TFTwC_BF_zI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Cq_fKCLGxes/s72-c/churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-214480153383032948</id><published>2010-07-22T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:33:34.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boquitas pintadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEjHL_u3DlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_d5mB3yRRj4/s1600/17146_1233526391896_1041240365_30582990_8034698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEjHL_u3DlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_d5mB3yRRj4/s400/17146_1233526391896_1041240365_30582990_8034698_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496862354106158674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEjHF9FzpkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aesRSHRlCkM/s1600/17146_1233526391896_1041240365_30582990_8034698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A pesar de las canciones que te pueda yo escribir un milagro misterioso tiene que surgir para que alguien me vuelva feliz. Choco con la misma piedra y me vuelvo a repetir y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un error tan culminante pudo destruir el amor y mis ganas de vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Como extraño tus locuras, tu forma de caminar,  tus delirios peligrosos y tu forma de andar por ahí cumpliendo sueños sin mirar. Es inútil que la vida me de otra oportunidad y si tus manos ni tu cuerpo no me quieren tocar, si me caigo no me vuelvo a levantar. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero para siempre que te quedes en mi mente y que me vuelvas a vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Quiero que no olvides todo lo que necesito de tu amor y en la noche de las noches me veras caer, pidiendo perdón amor! Yo quiero el beso perfumadito de tu boquita pintada, que me llene de alegría, que se calme este dolor, y los efectos que nunca siento, son los rebotes del viento, que calma sueños. Anoche después del trueno yo salí a caminar, sin saber que tu fantasma me quería pegar, me tiro, no me pude levantar. El reloj es una bomba como un rayo de Plutón, los estudios, los amigos, la contaminación y ese aire que me hacia respirar. Está mojado y hace frío, es de noche en la ciudad, vitamina sigue triste, no le quise preguntar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;¿Qué es dolor? ¿Qué es perder? y ¿Qué es amar?&lt;/span&gt; Es mas joven, tiene pinta, ella no te hace enojar, ella no sabe cuando duermes, cuando dejas de hablar. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como yo, nunca nadie te va a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. [...] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voy a sacar de vos mi presencia, voy a brillar por mi ausencia, voy a cantarle a la libertad, no quiero verte nunca más&lt;/span&gt;. Quiero escupir todo lo que siento, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiero perderme en tus sueños&lt;/span&gt;, voy a pedirte, el mundo...&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/3044995449737432135-214480153383032948?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/214480153383032948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/boquitas-pintadas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/214480153383032948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/214480153383032948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/boquitas-pintadas.html' title='Boquitas pintadas'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEjHL_u3DlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_d5mB3yRRj4/s72-c/17146_1233526391896_1041240365_30582990_8034698_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2898094088538635713</id><published>2010-07-19T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:23:55.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No soy yo, sos vos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TETecfnOZxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lXieQ64Ygxo/s1600/Adri%C3%A1n+65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TETecfnOZxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lXieQ64Ygxo/s400/Adri%C3%A1n+65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495762026402572050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Admiro tanto tu elegancia al andar, lo bien que frente a los demás  te expresás,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; esas palabras que empleás al hablar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, lo que sabés de  cultura general. Tu simpatía y modo de reaccionar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esa mirada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;tanta  seguridad&lt;/span&gt;, peinado y físico espectacular, tus costumbres, tu status… social. Vos sos genial. Lo interesante y agradable que sos, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tus  ropas y tu estilo tan seductor; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todos te prestan siempre mucha atención&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  me gustaría mucho ser como vos. No me interesa saber sobre tus miedos,  sobre tus dolores, si pintó aburrimiento, ni de tus fracasos o tus  recuerdos feos, sólo lo bueno quiero… No soy yo, soy vos. No soy  yo, soy vos. No soy yo, soy vos. Siempre cambio el rol, nunca soy yo. Yo  quiero que a mí me pase lo que a vos. No soy yo, soy vos. No soy  yo, soy vos. Yo ya no soy yo. De pronto juego a ser un gran escritor, y  al rato un barrabrava o un doctor; si hay un conflicto, un abogado yo  soy, y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elijo hoy ser vos&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/3044995449737432135-2898094088538635713?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2898094088538635713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-soy-yo-sos-vos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2898094088538635713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2898094088538635713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-soy-yo-sos-vos.html' title='No soy yo, sos vos'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TETecfnOZxI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lXieQ64Ygxo/s72-c/Adri%C3%A1n+65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8118073844245458474</id><published>2010-07-19T11:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:56:52.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No hay nadie como tú</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TERnlXdiMqI/AAAAAAAAAME/i5kQvh8p_CE/s1600/985447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TERnlXdiMqI/AAAAAAAAAME/i5kQvh8p_CE/s320/985447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495631336949559970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En el mundo hay gente bruta y astuta, hay vírgenes y prostitutas;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ricos,  pobres, clase media, cosas bonitas y un par de tragedias&lt;/span&gt;. Hay  personas gordas, medianas y flacas, caballos, gallinas, obejas y vacas,  hay muchos animales con mucha gente; personas cuerdas y locos de mente. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;En  el mundo hay mentiras y falsedades, derechos, verdades y casualidades&lt;/span&gt;.  Hay mentalidades horizontales, verticales y diagonales. Derrotas y  fracasos accidentales, medallas, trofeos y copas mundiales. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;En el  mundo hay vitaminas y proteínas, marihuana, extásis y cocaína&lt;/span&gt;. Hay  árboles, ramas, hojas y flores, hay muchas montañas de colores. En el  mundo hay decisiones divididas, entradas, salidas, debut, despedida. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hay  inocentes, hay homicidas, hay muchas bocas y poca comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hay  gobernantes y presidentes, hay agua fría y agua caliente. En el mundo  hay micrófonos y altos parlantes, hay seis mil millones de habitantes,  hay gente ordinaria y gente elegante; pero, pero, pero.. No hay nadie  como tú.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hay nadie como tú mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. No hay nadie como tú..No  hay nadie como tú.. No hay nadie como tú mi amor.. No hay nadie  como tú.. En el mundo siempre se mueve la Tierra, hay tanques de  oxígeno, tanques de guerra; el Sol y la Luna nos dan energías, se duerme  de noche y se vive de día. Hay gente que rectifica lo que dice, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hay  mucha gente que se contradice&lt;/span&gt;, hay algarrobas y algas marinas, hay  vegetarianos y carnicerías. Hay tragos amargos y golosinas, hay  enfermedades y medicinas, hay bolsillos llenos, carteras vacías, hay más  ladrones que policías. Hay religiones, hay ateismo, hay capitalismo y  comunismo; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aunque nos parecemos, no somos los mismos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, por qué?,  por qué? [..] En el mundo existen muy buenas ideas,  hay Don Quijotes y Dulcineas. Hay sexo en el baño, sexo en la cama, sexo  sin ropa, sexo en pijamas. Hay cosas reales y melodramas, hay  laberintos y crucigramas. Existen llamadas que nadie contesta, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hay  muchas preguntas y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pocas respuestas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hay gente valiente, gente con  miedo, gente que el mundo no le importa un bledo, gente parada, gente  sentada y gente soñando, gente despertando. Hay gente que nace, gente  que muere, hay gente que odia y gente que quiere; en este mundo hay  mucha gente..&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/3044995449737432135-8118073844245458474?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8118073844245458474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-hay-nadie-como-tu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8118073844245458474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8118073844245458474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-hay-nadie-como-tu.html' title='No hay nadie como tú'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TERnlXdiMqI/AAAAAAAAAME/i5kQvh8p_CE/s72-c/985447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2529792235671866171</id><published>2010-07-18T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:52:53.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval de  Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEMuZcSzOuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5Z99DKsFthw/s1600/2786096802_cc6b8ce40e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEMuZcSzOuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5Z99DKsFthw/s320/2786096802_cc6b8ce40e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495286984948792034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La musa es una sola musa&lt;/span&gt; o es una serpiente de muchas cabezas,  los &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buscadores de promesas&lt;/span&gt; la tientan con cerveza. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si se va  puede volver el día menos pensado para darle su consuelo al poeta mal  hablado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No son mujeres ausentes, no son cuchillos en los dientes,  no son martes de carnaval de Brasil, las musas no son.. no son canciones  urgentes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no son asuntos pendientes&lt;/span&gt;, no son martes de carnaval  de Brasil. Habrá que desenvainar las espadas del texto y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escribir una  canción aunque no haya algún pretexto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y dedicársela al primero que  pase caminando, al que se quedó pensando, al que no quiere  pensar,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;olvido selectivo, a la memoria pérdida, a los de los  pedazos de vida que no vamos a perder jamás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/3044995449737432135-2529792235671866171?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2529792235671866171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/carnaval-de-brasil.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2529792235671866171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2529792235671866171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/carnaval-de-brasil.html' title='Carnaval de  Brasil'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEMuZcSzOuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5Z99DKsFthw/s72-c/2786096802_cc6b8ce40e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6699058004335125228</id><published>2010-07-17T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:43:00.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEItaCnJnyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lHJMIjV9OAw/s1600/1259892647554_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEItaCnJnyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lHJMIjV9OAw/s320/1259892647554_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495004420746354466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Será mejor que yo te advierta que camino sola; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seguro que  estoy bien y trato de cambiar un poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. A veces me pregunto:  ¿Dónde, cómo y tal vez por qué? Las cosas que hoy me pasan son mejor que  las de ayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cansada de gritar que nunca nada es suficiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,  me tiro sobre el pasto, y miro como gira el frente. Yo quiero que  estés bien, aunque estés lejos y yo sola, no me preocupa el tiempo,  porque soy un natural. Es cierto que te extraño y que recuerdo tus  caricias; pero es así mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la libertad hoy tiene prisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. A  veces me pregunto: ¿Dónde, cómo y tal vez por qué? Quizás estés  dormido o riendo, no lo sé. Cansada de gritar que nunca nada es  suficiente, me tiro sobre el pasto, y miro como gira el frente. Yo  quiero que estés bien, aunque estés lejos y yo sola, no me preocupa el  tiempo, porque soy un natural...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mejor lavate el culo y olvidate de  la lluvia, el Sol trae la paz y limpia todas las palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/3044995449737432135-6699058004335125228?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6699058004335125228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/natural.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6699058004335125228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6699058004335125228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/natural.html' title='Natural'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TEItaCnJnyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/lHJMIjV9OAw/s72-c/1259892647554_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-5183999106825442601</id><published>2010-07-15T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:43:45.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo anuncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TD-iIdp0HjI/AAAAAAAAALs/BgWVM7Fz8Jk/s1600/34285_1377343147225_1041240365_30873347_5941392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TD-iIdp0HjI/AAAAAAAAALs/BgWVM7Fz8Jk/s320/34285_1377343147225_1041240365_30873347_5941392_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494288336697957938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No tengo interior para mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, tampoco soy  espontáneo  y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por mas que me bañe en humildad se evapora  al rato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Por eso &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no quiero que me conozcan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prefiero que  inventen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  [..] Y todo aquel que escuche mi voz en sus oídos y todo  aquel &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que pose sus labios en los míos&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/3044995449737432135-5183999106825442601?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/5183999106825442601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/yo-anuncio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5183999106825442601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/5183999106825442601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/yo-anuncio.html' title='Yo anuncio'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TD-iIdp0HjI/AAAAAAAAALs/BgWVM7Fz8Jk/s72-c/34285_1377343147225_1041240365_30873347_5941392_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1791250282643170095</id><published>2010-07-14T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:44:31.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El quemado del amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TD5H_YQKNSI/AAAAAAAAALk/RJU2mxrjUnc/s1600/29252_1325962222734_1041240365_30758488_2616817_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TD5H_YQKNSI/AAAAAAAAALk/RJU2mxrjUnc/s320/29252_1325962222734_1041240365_30758488_2616817_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493907749606143266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahí va el quemado del amor, otro que el Sol le pego con violencia, un trastornado que intentó hacer canciones que hablen de la ciencia. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;La ciencia exacta del amor, tan inexacto como lo que piensas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pero es posible que mañana le darás sentido porque está... Está quemado del amor, otro que el Sol le pegó la cabeza. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un perturbado que intentó parar un tanque con la no violencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tirar la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3" &gt;bomba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; del amor y recibir mil balas en el pecho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; subirse al techo y gritar con emoción “Soy el quemado del amor”.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Buscando por ahí es que encontré mi rol, ser un sentimental que te puede atacar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, quisiera acomodar la cama para dos y el cielo señalar. Ahí va el quemado del amor con un bronceado que parece cebra, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un camuflado del amor agazapado esperando la seña para atacar tu corazón&lt;/span&gt;, para irrumpir despacio en lo que sueñas  y es muy  posible que mañana le darás sentido porque estás&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/3044995449737432135-1791250282643170095?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1791250282643170095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-quemado-del-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1791250282643170095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1791250282643170095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-quemado-del-amor.html' title='El quemado del amor'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TD5H_YQKNSI/AAAAAAAAALk/RJU2mxrjUnc/s72-c/29252_1325962222734_1041240365_30758488_2616817_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1311721469329490592</id><published>2010-07-12T19:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:45:18.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>F e e l</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TDuad95ry0I/AAAAAAAAALc/CxYH4GzAAs8/s1600/19046_1245930581993_1041240365_30607095_6997831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TDuad95ry0I/AAAAAAAAALc/CxYH4GzAAs8/s320/19046_1245930581993_1041240365_30607095_6997831_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493154010131843906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Come on hold my hand I wanna contact the living. Not sure I understand, this role I’ve been given. I sit and talk to God and he just laughs at my plans, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my head speaks a language I don’t understand&lt;/span&gt;. I just wanna feel real love, feel the home that I live in. ’cause I got too much life running through my veins going to waste. I don’t wanna die but I ain’t keen on living either. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Before I fall in love, I’m preparing to leave him&lt;/span&gt;. I scare myself to death, that’s why I keep on running. Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming. [..] And I need to feel, real love and a life ever after, I cannot get enough. [..] &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I just wanna feel real lovein a life ever after. There’s a hole in my soul, you can see it&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my face, it’s a real big place&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/3044995449737432135-1311721469329490592?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1311721469329490592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/f-e-e-l.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1311721469329490592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1311721469329490592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/07/f-e-e-l.html' title='F e e l'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TDuad95ry0I/AAAAAAAAALc/CxYH4GzAAs8/s72-c/19046_1245930581993_1041240365_30607095_6997831_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6700287362975419849</id><published>2010-02-28T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:46:30.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4qPW-t3JTI/AAAAAAAAALU/oGomAWx_JSU/s1600-h/guy+berryman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4qPW-t3JTI/AAAAAAAAALU/oGomAWx_JSU/s320/guy+berryman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443320724585915698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Come up to meet you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tell you I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;, you don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tell you I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; tell you I set you apart. Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions. Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let's go back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Runnin' in circles, comin’ up tails, heads on the science apart. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Nobody said it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it’s such a shame for us to part, nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard. Oh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take me back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was just guessing, the numbers and figures, pulling the puzzles apart. Questions of science, science and progress, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me, Oh, when I rush to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;[..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-6700287362975419849?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6700287362975419849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/scientist.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6700287362975419849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6700287362975419849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/scientist.html' title='The scientist'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4qPW-t3JTI/AAAAAAAAALU/oGomAWx_JSU/s72-c/guy+berryman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1747193496439832596</id><published>2010-02-27T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:47:00.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4k6pD1KprI/AAAAAAAAALM/dKLrMofkaxE/s1600-h/coldplay-band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4k6pD1KprI/AAAAAAAAALM/dKLrMofkaxE/s320/coldplay-band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442946101731305138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Simplemente puedo decir que fue una noche ÚNICA. Chris un genio total (pocos artistas aprenden español) y Guy belleza por dónde lo veas. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU COLDPLAY, AND COME BACK QUICKLY&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/3044995449737432135-1747193496439832596?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1747193496439832596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/coldplay.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1747193496439832596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1747193496439832596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/coldplay.html' title='Coldplay'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4k6pD1KprI/AAAAAAAAALM/dKLrMofkaxE/s72-c/coldplay-band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-1850273357752448042</id><published>2010-02-26T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:47:21.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arruinarse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4fPEadgd_I/AAAAAAAAALE/Xc6GjnGJm3Y/s1600-h/17546_1217308386456_1041240365_30550243_5557555_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4fPEadgd_I/AAAAAAAAALE/Xc6GjnGJm3Y/s320/17546_1217308386456_1041240365_30550243_5557555_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442546349430044658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Y a veces pienso, cuando me quedo solo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;te extraño, te lloro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;que lindo arruinarse con vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Y el día estuvo mal, hoy te soñé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no quiero recordarte más, no me hace bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quisiera comprender que estás muy lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;y que no te importa nada de lo que me pasa..&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/3044995449737432135-1850273357752448042?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/1850273357752448042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/arruinarse.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1850273357752448042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/1850273357752448042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/arruinarse.html' title='Arruinarse'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4fPEadgd_I/AAAAAAAAALE/Xc6GjnGJm3Y/s72-c/17546_1217308386456_1041240365_30550243_5557555_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-4007246701298659942</id><published>2010-02-25T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:47:57.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4cWRyZgwkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UtTjgEAc0_o/s1600-h/17146_1236454265091_1041240365_30588899_37506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4cWRyZgwkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UtTjgEAc0_o/s320/17146_1236454265091_1041240365_30588899_37506_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442343169542898242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quiero que reflexiones, que despiertes, que razones, que tomes conciencia, que aprendas a guardar silencio y a tener paciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero que te quieras más que a nadie&lt;/span&gt;, a tu manera que disfrutes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que cada día tuyo sea una vida nueva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tenés que saber que la vida no es ninguna lucha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, que no es cruel y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tampoco es mucha&lt;/span&gt;, tenés que saber que la vida es como es porque el universo es como es, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cada uno la construye con su forma de actuar y su forma de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu felicidad a mí me da felicidad, me da la fé, me da la fuerza para continuar de pie. Tu estabilidad a mí me da estabilidad, me hace feliz, me hace suspirar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me hace sonreír&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que estás lejos, me gustaría que aproveches para crecer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;para encontrarte con tu verdadero ser&lt;/span&gt;, y sentí sentí sentí como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el mundo cae en éxtasis&lt;/span&gt;, sobre tus pies tendrás servido todo lo que siempre quisiste tener..      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-4007246701298659942?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/4007246701298659942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/tu-felicidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4007246701298659942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/4007246701298659942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/tu-felicidad.html' title='Tu felicidad'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4cWRyZgwkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UtTjgEAc0_o/s72-c/17146_1236454265091_1041240365_30588899_37506_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8818884162912093237</id><published>2010-02-25T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:48:59.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4aTvflOqpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DLrPmxNmrvA/s1600-h/13952_1186226729434_1041240365_30482625_2990554_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4aTvflOqpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DLrPmxNmrvA/s320/13952_1186226729434_1041240365_30482625_2990554_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442199643864607378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style37"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cuz we lost it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nothings lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I 'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now it's just too late and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we can't go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I 'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't be perfect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3044995449737432135-8818884162912093237?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8818884162912093237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8818884162912093237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8818884162912093237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4aTvflOqpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DLrPmxNmrvA/s72-c/13952_1186226729434_1041240365_30482625_2990554_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-7302348689124772852</id><published>2010-02-24T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:49:14.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweet escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4U2uy4RQpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ieVytHqpuSk/s1600-h/17146_1236454225090_1041240365_30588898_7485733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4U2uy4RQpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ieVytHqpuSk/s320/17146_1236454225090_1041240365_30588898_7485733_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441815902306779794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;recreate a place in my own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I could be you favourite girl forever, perfectly together now tell me boy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't that be sweet?&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/3044995449737432135-7302348689124772852?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/7302348689124772852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-escape.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7302348689124772852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/7302348689124772852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-escape.html' title='The sweet escape'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/S4U2uy4RQpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ieVytHqpuSk/s72-c/17146_1236454225090_1041240365_30588898_7485733_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8481271398543097065</id><published>2009-10-10T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:03:15.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El pozo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/StCUDsSOYpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/G4FFameOEOI/s1600-h/1254265445095_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390971545110602386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/StCUDsSOYpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/G4FFameOEOI/s320/1254265445095_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Buscar problemas es mi forma de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ellos &lt;strong&gt;salen a mi encuentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[...] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paseame por tu oscuridad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y puede ser que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;me encuentre bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que te pida que me dejes sola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-8481271398543097065?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8481271398543097065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-pozo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8481271398543097065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8481271398543097065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-pozo.html' title='El pozo'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/StCUDsSOYpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/G4FFameOEOI/s72-c/1254265445095_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6163931075654415144</id><published>2009-09-26T09:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:15:36.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuerza Natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/Sr4T2uI3sLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MQ9HF-LDN_I/s1600-h/1253229416701_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385764035200790706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/Sr4T2uI3sLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MQ9HF-LDN_I/s320/1253229416701_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Puedo equivocarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tengo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;todo por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;delante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y nunca me sentí tan bien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[..]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me dirán el azar con el viento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fuerza natural&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me eché a la suerte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-6163931075654415144?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6163931075654415144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuerza-natural.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6163931075654415144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6163931075654415144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuerza-natural.html' title='Fuerza Natural'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/Sr4T2uI3sLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MQ9HF-LDN_I/s72-c/1253229416701_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2118001244586502056</id><published>2009-06-28T17:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:44:14.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El misterioso Sr. Táñon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ella era médica y su esposo había fallecido hacía un año. Durante todo aquel año ella no había estado con ningún otro hombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lara, después de la tragedia, solamente trabajaba para poder despejarse de lo ocurrido, pero nunca pudo despegarse del recuerdo de su esposo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Un día la llamaron de la clínica y le comunicaron que como la consideraban una gran médica, querían que fuera a cuidar a un hombre que estaba muy enfermo en su casa. Ella sorprendida le preguntó a su jefe por qué en la casa y no en la clínica, él le explicó que era un hombre muy particular y difícil de tratar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lara seguía sorprendida y asustada a la vez, porque no sabía realmente con lo que se iba a encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Llegó el día en el que tuvo que concurrir a la casa del Sr. Táñon. Él vivía en una mansión muy alejada de la ciudad, por fuera era una casa muy grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lara bajó del auto y no sabía si dar un paso hacia adelante o hacia atrás. Insegura como se presentaba tocó el timbre de la gran casa, el mayodormo le abrió la puerta y le preguntó muy sutilmente si ella era médica, ella lo afirmó con la cabeza y el mayordomo la invitó a pasar y le dijo que pasara a esperar a la sala de estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Durante todo el tiempo que esperó al Sr. Táñon se imaginó cómo podía ser físicamente, pensó en una persona mayor, arrugada y fea, pero hasta que no lo viera no lo iba a saber. Después de dos horas el Sr. Táñon bajó las escaleras y le dijo a Lara: - Disculpe la espera, señorita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lara, sorprendida por el aspecto físico del hombre, ya que no era un hombre viejo, sino un hombre de cuarenta años aproximadamente, le contestó ''No hay problema''. El Sr. Táñon le comentó su enfermedad y le dijo que para que no desperdiciara mucho tiempo debía quedarse en la casa hasta que él se pudiera recuperar. Ella le dijo que lo iba a pensar, ya que en ese momento no sabía que hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Él le pidió que lo pensara rápido, y le dijo que se quedara por lo menos esa noche porque había un mal pronóstico con respecto al tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finalmente, Lara decidió quedarse por esa noche. Cenaron, pero durante la cena no emitieron sonido. Lara se sentía atraída por él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A la mañana siguiente, ella bajó preparada para tratar al Sr. Táñon pero él no estaba, entonces acudió al mayordomo y le preguntó dónde estaba el señor y él le contestó que se había ido a hacer un trámite y que volvía a las seis. Sorprendida y enojada volvió a su cuarto pero como se aburría, decidió caminar por el parque de la mansión. Acercándose la hora, vio llegar al Sr. Táñon con una actitud extraña, tapándose el rostro con las solapas de su saco. Corrió hacia la puerta y lo saludó, él no le contestó y entró rápidamente a la casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lara, muy preocupada por la actitud de su paciente, decidió esperarlo en la sala de estar. A las seis en punto el Sr. Táñon bajó la escaleras y le comentó que había tenido que realizar un trámite imprevisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ella tomo la decisión de no preguntarle nada al respecto; mientras realizaban el difícil tratamiento, el Sr. Tañón le hizo unas preguntas a Lara, y ella le respondió muy tranquilamente y respetuosamente, sin tutearlo. En un momento dado, él le dijo ''Deja de tratarme de usted y decime mi nombre, Liam''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lara se sorprendió por el pedido, pero no se negó a hacerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Llegó la hora de la cena, pero esta vez hablaron sin parar, ya que habían comenzado a tener confianza. Liam le dijo que por la hora que era parecía que ella había decidido quedarse nuevamente por la noche. Ella sonrió y le dijo que así era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Al otro día nuevamente Liam brillaba por su ausencia, pero Lara esta vez no se quedó con los brazos cruzados y fue en busca de una respuesta de por qué siempre el Sr. Táñon regresaba a las seis. Buscó pistas por toda la casa pero no encontró nada, entonces acudió a la puerta de entrada y lo esperó allí. Cuando llegó, Liam tapándose la cara con la mano, le pidió que se por favor se corriera sino quería salir lastimada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lara fue corriendo a su habitación, recogió sus cosas para irse de la mansión, pero cuando bajaba las escaleras fue el propio Liam quien la detuvo y le dijo qué si ella quería una explicación se la iba a decir, y la invitó a pasar a su despacho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Liam no sabía por donde empezar, pero finalmente le contó que poseía una especie de ''Otro yo'' es decir, que a las seis de la mañana su persona cambiaba por completo, que uno de los tantos cambios era que él empezaba a ser agresivo, a no hablar con nadie, y otro de los cambios muy importante era que se le hacía una especie de transformación en la cara pero a las seis de la tarde era la persona que ella estaba viendo. Lara se quedó boquiabierta; hubo una pausa muy prolongada, hasta que le dijo que ella se había enamorado del Liam que conocía, pero que al saber esto que le estaba diciendo quería conocer al otro Liam y poder ayudarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Con el paso del tiempo, Lara pudo conocer a los dos Liam, terminándose enamorando de dos personas en un sólo cuerpo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finalmente, Lara y Liam comenzaron una relación y tuvieron un hijo llamado Ludovico.&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/3044995449737432135-2118001244586502056?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2118001244586502056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-misterioso-sr-tanon.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2118001244586502056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2118001244586502056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-misterioso-sr-tanon.html' title='El misterioso Sr. Táñon'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-6881457686964651531</id><published>2009-06-20T09:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:51:39.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/SjzcSeWihoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vofthNRRNic/s1600-h/man01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349392667352663682" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 279px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/SjzcSeWihoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vofthNRRNic/s320/man01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let there be love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, let there be love. I hope the weather is calm as you sail up your heavenly stream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Suspended clear in the sky are the words that we sing in our dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Let there be love, let there be love, let there be love, let there be love. Come on Baby Blue, shake up your tired eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; the world is waiting for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. May all your dreaming fill the empty sky but if it makes you happy, keep on clapping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just remember I'll be by your side and if you don't let go it's gonna pass you by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-6881457686964651531?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/6881457686964651531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-there-be-love-oasis.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6881457686964651531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/6881457686964651531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-there-be-love-oasis.html' title='Let there be love'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/SjzcSeWihoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vofthNRRNic/s72-c/man01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-8498110485914626920</id><published>2009-06-04T21:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:51:56.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple realidad que muchos no ven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/Sihr9BeVndI/AAAAAAAAAI0/o8BuKKpX1M8/s1600-h/7146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343639653986966994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/Sihr9BeVndI/AAAAAAAAAI0/o8BuKKpX1M8/s320/7146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Es muy fácil hablar sin saber, dejarse convencer sin tampoco saber. Y es así como muchas personas se dejan llevar y entrar en un mundo que no es real, que no es verdadero.Hay que saber antes de hablar, pensar y actuar; hay que averiguar para confirmar una verdad o simplemente una gran mentira. Una gran mentira es el mundo, un mundo lleno de muchas personas que son una mentira, mentira en las que muchas veces uno actúa como si lo fuera.Pocas son las personas las que uno puede tener al lado, confiar y respetar. Muchas son las que son totalmente lo contrario. Uno se encuentra en un mundo, en dónde el gran porcentaje se deja llevar por el otro, por comentarios absurdos, por acciones inútiles cuándo quizás uno no tiene nada que ver. Qué mal funciona el mundo, mundo en el que las personas funcionan mal.Vivo en un ambiente desconocido, en dónde no sé quién soy, que quiero y que es lo que quiero buscar, rodeada de gente que realmente no sé quién es, que no sé que piensan de mí, vivo en una burbuja que no sé que el bien y que es el mal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-8498110485914626920?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/8498110485914626920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-realidad-que-muchos-no-ven.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8498110485914626920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/8498110485914626920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-realidad-que-muchos-no-ven.html' title='Simple realidad que muchos no ven'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/Sihr9BeVndI/AAAAAAAAAI0/o8BuKKpX1M8/s72-c/7146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044995449737432135.post-2418841598980099044</id><published>2009-05-05T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:53:45.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida y realidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Cuando nací creí que la vida era fácil de dominar, y que siempre iba a tener todo lo que quería pero fue ayer cuando me di cuenta que no era tan simple continuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Hace un par de meses, alrededor de principios de mayo salí a comprar al supermercado chino, e iba pensando en que tenía que llevarme de ahí, cuando me detengo en una disquería y veo un poster, no un poster cualquiera. ¿Saben quién era? Una de mis mejores amigas del primario la cual se lanzaba como solista. Ustedes dirán.. ¿Cómo la reconocí, si hacía años que no la veía? Pero ella era Aldana, la chica que apenas la veías con sus ojos azules bien grandes que te dejaba boquiabierto, y esos ojos eran imposibles de olvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Entré sigilosamente a la disquería y le pregunté a la persona del mostrador cómo se llamaba, ya que se apodaba como ''Adda'' y me respondió muy sutilmente diciendome ''Aldana Gomez''. Sí, exactamente era ella, vi en el afiche que al otro día iba a dar una firma de autógrafos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Volví a mi casa con ganas de que sea mañana para regresar allí y verla a ella. No pegué un ojo en toda la noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Llegué, eran las 9 de la mañana, todavía no había llegado, y estaba tercero en la fila. A las 11 abrieron las puertas para que vayamos entrando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; La vi, hermosa como siempre, su cuerpo tan esbelto y blanco. Llegó mi turno y yo no le dije absolutamente nada sobre mí. Cuando termina de firmarme, yo me voy retirando y me dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- ¡Espera! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- ¿Qué sucede? - le contesté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Me haces acordar a alguien, a una persona del pasado. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Mmm, puede ser.. - le digo haciendome el que no sabía nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- ¡Ya sé, sos Andrés! Andrés Fernandez. - me dijo gritando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Jaja, te acordaste de mí, yo te había reconocido pero no te iba a comentar nada. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- No lo puedo creer. ¡Qué genial volverte a ver! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Bueno, un gusto verte. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Esta noche.. ¿Podés ir al bar de acá a la vuelta? - me propuso muy sutilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Sí claro, nos encontramas a las 9. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Dale, nos vemos entonces - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Sé que por lo que voy a decir voy a parecer una ''mujer'' pero en ese momento ya estaba pensando que ponerme por la noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Pasaban las horas y estaba muy ansioso, hasta que decidí ponerme un vaquero, una musculosa y una camisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Llegué al bar, y eran las 08:55 p.m, todavía no había llegado ella, entonces fui y me senté a esperar en una mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; A las nuevo en punto llega ella con un vestido rojo pasión que le llegaba hasta arriba de las rodillas. Me ve, me la saluda y le corró la silla hacia atrás para que se pueda sentar. Se negó a dar autógrafos para estar conmigo. Miramos la carta y nos pedimos la comida, terminamos de ingerir el alimento u comenzamos a hablar muchas más horas, y no dejamos de hacerlo hasta que cerró el restaurante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; La acompañe a su respectiva casa y luego regresé a la mía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Cuando me iba a acostar para dormirme, me suena mi humilde celular, era un mensaje de ella y ¿Saben, qué decia? ''Jamás pase una noche tan genial, espero que nos veamos pronto''. Lo peor de todo que no tenía crédito para responderle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Esperé hasta la mañana, la llamé y me atendió el contestador, llame a su celular y pude comunicarme pero me dijo que estaba apurada y que no podía hablar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; A los cinco minutos suena el timbre de mi departamento, voy corriendo hacia la puerta y era ella, la invité a pasar, hablamos tanto que no nos dimos cuenta y ya era de noche. Pedimos pizza y cuando nos sentamos para ver una película no me podía resistir para darle un beso. Se lo di, pensé que le había molestado pero no, me dijo que le había gustado y que con ese beso había recordado todos los buenos momentos que habíamos vivido en el pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Salimos menos de medio mes y nos pusimos de novios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; El 29 de junio se entera que está padeciendo una enfermedad, todavía indefinida. A mediados de julio se entera que tenía cáncer de pulmón, ya que su único defecto era que fumaba muchísimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; Tuvimos mala suerte y fue ayer cuando por la madrugada ella había fallecido y lo peor de todo que estaba embarazada y perdimos a nuestro hijo. Ella lo sabía, sabía que estaba embarazada y que iba a fallacer pero me dejo una carta en la cuál decía que me amaba profundamente y que donde quiera que este ella iba a estar pensando en mí siempre, y concluyó la carta con un perdón por haberme fallado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3044995449737432135-2418841598980099044?l=unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/feeds/2418841598980099044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-y-realidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2418841598980099044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3044995449737432135/posts/default/2418841598980099044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasedemujer.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-y-realidad.html' title='Vida y realidad'/><author><name>Micaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743889671728033557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WapI6CpzBI/TMRfuP1tYLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZSS2u-e-KjA/S220/DSCN8503.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
