<?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-8308737660510049914</id><updated>2011-08-01T09:43:31.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>| D u l c e  V e n e n o |</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-4031502737817426339</id><published>2010-03-10T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:57:19.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/S5elLA1e1kI/AAAAAAAAAKM/97likuU7rvY/s1600-h/Viva+Chile%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/S5elLA1e1kI/AAAAAAAAAKM/97likuU7rvY/s320/Viva+Chile%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447003882949367362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;C H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mi país, mi orgullo.&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/8308737660510049914-4031502737817426339?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/4031502737817426339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=4031502737817426339' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/4031502737817426339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/4031502737817426339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2010/03/c-h-i-l-e-mi-pais-mi-orgullo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/S5elLA1e1kI/AAAAAAAAAKM/97likuU7rvY/s72-c/Viva+Chile%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-2731146728552331944</id><published>2010-03-02T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:46:04.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El &amp; Ella.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, comprometido con otra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, sin compromiso, pero con historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, la buscaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, le seguía el juego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, le decía que la quería.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, no le creía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, la seguía buscando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, le dice que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Ellos fueron uno bajo la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, quiere volver a tenerla entre sus brazos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, le pide que se alejen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, no lo entiende, le duele, pero lo respeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, lo extraña.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;termina &lt;/span&gt;su compromiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, se entera de aquello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, la sigue buscando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, se deja encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-Ellos, son uno, una vez más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, lepide tiempo al tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, lo entiende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-El, la trata como si nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ella, ya no entiende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-2731146728552331944?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/2731146728552331944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=2731146728552331944' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/2731146728552331944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/2731146728552331944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-ella.html' title='El &amp; Ella.'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-5198981903885362681</id><published>2010-02-27T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:52:55.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La apuesta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Después de un día agitado, un tiempo en el bar era ideal para pasar un momento de agrado cuando caía la noche en Laguna Verde. Después de un rato en el lugar, mientras ella jugaba cartas con dos hombres del lugar, las risas abundaban y el licor de el ponche le quitaba el frio intenso que se sentía en el lugar. Con el correr del juego y del tiempo, disfrutaban cada vez más aquellas miradas que cruzaba con él, por que todo esto tenía una razón de ser, estaba él :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Francisco&lt;/span&gt;, que era casi perfecto para ella. Avanzaba el juego, y uno de los compañantes se retiró, y por fín estaba sola con él. Siguieron como si nada más existiera en el mundo, las miradas eran eternas, el tiempo se detubo, y sólo fue interrumpido, cuando le ofrece una apuesta - Una apuesta abierta, donde el ganador elegiría cualquier cosa inmaterial de el perdedor-. Ella perdió, y pagó.&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/8308737660510049914-5198981903885362681?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/5198981903885362681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=5198981903885362681' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5198981903885362681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5198981903885362681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-apuesta.html' title='La apuesta.'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-240433326384889201</id><published>2009-08-05T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:22:43.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Es tán ridiculo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SnonO2-ngBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4DX3rh5LcJI/s1600-h/LIBERTAD.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/_eImDOIHhR8I/SnonO2-ngBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4DX3rh5LcJI/s320/LIBERTAD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366645042195169298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Es tán ridiculo como contraproducente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tán contraproducente como ambiguo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tán ambiguo como irónico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Tán sorpresivo como lamentable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tán lamentable como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8308737660510049914-240433326384889201?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/240433326384889201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Así pueden ser de portentosamente pobres las palabras ante los sentimientos, así de estériles para reproducir a veces, algunas veces en la vida, el lenguaje del corazón "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Fragmento; "Francisca , yo te amo" - José Luis Rosasco.&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/8308737660510049914-5951009975381432907?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/5951009975381432907/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-2075283012660727570</id><published>2009-07-15T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:18:11.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;All this time I was wasting,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would come around&lt;br /&gt;I've been giving out chances every time&lt;br /&gt;And all you do is let me down&lt;br /&gt;And it's taking me this long&lt;br /&gt;Baby but I figured you out&lt;br /&gt;And you're thinking we'll be fine again,&lt;br /&gt;But not this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't have to call anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't pick up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you can say that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;Like I did - before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're not sorry, no no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking so innocent,&lt;br /&gt;I might believe you if I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Could've loved you all my life&lt;br /&gt;If you hadn't left me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting in the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you got your share of singers&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of being last to know&lt;br /&gt;And now you're asking me to listen&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's worked each time before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{ Taylor Swift }&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/8308737660510049914-2075283012660727570?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/2075283012660727570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=2075283012660727570' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/2075283012660727570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/2075283012660727570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-not-sorry.html' title='You&apos;re not sorry!'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-5707544796376150784</id><published>2009-07-05T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:23:35.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil sesicientos uno.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SlEZddcVoZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hlGNjk3VzJI/s1600-h/esperanza21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SlEZddcVoZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hlGNjk3VzJI/s320/esperanza21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355089425830617490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Esperar aquel día en que todo sea como quiere todo el mundo incluso con más fuerzas que yo algunos , ese día en que veré moverse un futuro no tan lejano , como lo veía hace tan sólo unos días, un día y un rpoceso que sólo quiero dar por rendido y poder disfrutar plenamente sin preocupaciones tan grandes como las siento ahora . no negaré que tengo miedo, miedo a ser la mil seiscientos uno, por que será ese el número maldito . Tan sólo me queda esperar , dí todo lo que pude, y espero conseguir lo que quiero, espero cumplir mi sueño .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-5707544796376150784?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/5707544796376150784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=5707544796376150784' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5707544796376150784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5707544796376150784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/07/mil-seicientos-uno.html' title='Mil sesicientos uno.'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SlEZddcVoZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hlGNjk3VzJI/s72-c/esperanza21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-5818750435626993199</id><published>2009-06-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:36:58.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alright , OK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;You told me&lt;br /&gt;there's no need&lt;br /&gt;To talk it out&lt;br /&gt;Cause its too late&lt;br /&gt;To proceed&lt;br /&gt;And slowly&lt;br /&gt;I took your words and walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No looking back&lt;br /&gt;I wont regret, no&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;But still I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Ok&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;I wont return&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burnt down&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;br /&gt;Alright , Ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played me&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;Your love was nothing but a game&lt;br /&gt;Portrait a role&lt;br /&gt;You took control, I&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but fall&lt;br /&gt;So deep&lt;br /&gt;But now I see things clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Ok&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;I wont return&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burnt down&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;br /&gt;Alright , Ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waist you fiction tears on me&lt;br /&gt;Just save them for someone in need&lt;br /&gt;It's Way to late&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I wont be sorry&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Ok&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;I wont return&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burnt down&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;br /&gt;Alright , Ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I wont be sorry&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/8308737660510049914-5818750435626993199?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/5818750435626993199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=5818750435626993199' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5818750435626993199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5818750435626993199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-alright-ok.html' title='It&apos;s alright , OK!'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-3726613223337541406</id><published>2009-06-17T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:46:40.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/Sjmb0UC-qfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PkQkSgoN7do/s1600-h/rencor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/Sjmb0UC-qfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PkQkSgoN7do/s320/rencor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348477355515881970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Es tan simple , como que me decepcionaste, pensé que eras diferente, pensé que nunca jugarías de esa forma con algo tan importante para mí, pensé que nunca serías así de arrogante, pensé que no eras orgullosa, pensé que te importaba más esta amistad, pensé que nunca algo así nos separaría. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pensé que algo así nunca me dolería tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);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/8308737660510049914-3726613223337541406?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/3726613223337541406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=3726613223337541406' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/3726613223337541406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/3726613223337541406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/06/es-tan-simple-como-que-me-decepcionaste.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/Sjmb0UC-qfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PkQkSgoN7do/s72-c/rencor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-6272400416067780344</id><published>2009-05-24T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:12:11.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eres agoviante , irritante, desagradable, mal educado, interesado, egocéntrico, impertinente, imprudente, inpuntual, egoísta, y otro sin fin de adjetivos que no me daré el trabajo de nombrar, adjetivos que en tan sólo cuatro días... cuatro días! fuiste capaz de acabar con mi paciencia y mi voluntad. No imagino cómo te podía aguantar los siete días de la semana . ¡Eres insoportable! . Me canso de solo pensar que viene un nuevo fin de semana y que estaras aqui. Y Te Amo !&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/8308737660510049914-6272400416067780344?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/6272400416067780344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=6272400416067780344' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/6272400416067780344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/6272400416067780344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/05/eres-agoviante-irritante-desagradable.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-1652987706519444969</id><published>2009-04-29T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:29:39.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no quiero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...Ya no qiero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ver tu foto en mi buro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;vete que ya te tengo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;olvidado en un cajón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;y todo este tiempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;te he mentido pues tus besos no lo mejor...&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/8308737660510049914-1652987706519444969?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/1652987706519444969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=1652987706519444969' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1652987706519444969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1652987706519444969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/04/ya-no-quiero.html' title='Ya no quiero!'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-1096396503867125265</id><published>2009-04-25T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:08:50.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SfO-FTj8n4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/W5mmt41wZbM/s1600-h/S6303099.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/_eImDOIHhR8I/SfO-FTj8n4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/W5mmt41wZbM/s320/S6303099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328811782469099394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Cansada, hastiada, sólo con ganas de Volar y así olvidar todo desde las alturas del mundo mirando como puntos infimos o incluso inexitentes los problemas y discusiones pasadas, las distancias poder acortarlas, eliminar el dolor de todo momento; ¡vencer por fin ! Alcanzar la utopia maxima del ser , en toda su magnitud y abarcando todo su esplendor. Quizás sea sólo uno el remedio a eso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-1096396503867125265?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/1096396503867125265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=1096396503867125265' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1096396503867125265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1096396503867125265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/04/cansada-hastiada-solo-con-ganas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SfO-FTj8n4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/W5mmt41wZbM/s72-c/S6303099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-809260620091551140</id><published>2009-04-21T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:22:05.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;e concideraba tan pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TAN IMPORTANTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; y de cierto modo desapareciste de un día para otro, sin escusas, sin pretextos, sin explicaciones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. Sabes que de un Amigo pasaste a ser un simple compañero . Sabes cuánto me duele todo esto. Sabes cuánto te extraño, a tí , a tus juegos, tus abrazos, tus consejos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TODO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hoy estoy aqui por que sé que quieres y quiero recuperar todo aquello, Bastya de una vez por todas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PERDER EL TIEMPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, por que ambos sabemos que todo esto no es más que una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ESTUPIDES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; al fin y al cabo . Algo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SIN SENTIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, que no obecede ni a a lógica ni a la razón . Quiero eliminar tal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OBSTACULO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; y poder contar  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CONTIGO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; y que tú cuentes conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; HOY Y SIEMPRE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-809260620091551140?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/809260620091551140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=809260620091551140' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/809260620091551140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/809260620091551140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-e-concideraba-tan-pero-tan-importante.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-3328170356786049984</id><published>2009-04-11T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:32:18.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Sos Un Caramelo ... ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-3328170356786049984?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/3328170356786049984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=3328170356786049984' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/3328170356786049984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/3328170356786049984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/04/sos-un-caramelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-3944045600435253630</id><published>2009-04-03T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:55:37.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Tal vez lo que me tocó no es lo que yo quería&lt;br /&gt;Y no siempre está contento el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Creo que debo entender que es parte de la vida&lt;br /&gt;No todas las cosas tienen su solución&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cuando la gente empieza a hablar mal de mí&lt;br /&gt;No escucho a nadie quiero olvidarme de todo&lt;br /&gt;Y que me importa lo que puedan decir&lt;br /&gt;Algunos tontos que ni siquiera conozco&lt;br /&gt;Yo digo lo que pienso en cualquier lugar&lt;br /&gt;Y no me importa nadie a quien pueda molestar&lt;br /&gt;No soy tan fácil de llevar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8308737660510049914-3944045600435253630?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/3944045600435253630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=3944045600435253630' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/3944045600435253630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/3944045600435253630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/04/tal-vez-lo-que-me-toco-no-es-lo-que-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-4945166805667905283</id><published>2009-03-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:10:11.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El no verlo jugar&lt;br /&gt;El no escucharlo reir&lt;br /&gt;El no verlo al caminar&lt;br /&gt;El no poderlo abrazar&lt;br /&gt;El no haberme acercado&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ese día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hace pensar que no era por ellas&lt;br /&gt;Si no por él y por mí .-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-4945166805667905283?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/4945166805667905283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=4945166805667905283' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/4945166805667905283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/4945166805667905283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-no-verlo-jugar-el-no-escucharlo-reir.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-9026615499125937896</id><published>2009-02-05T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:00:29.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SYspA3cFYXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Cbde4r9uSUg/s1600-h/Copia+de+S6301583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SYsn5IYRjZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/dMVNuLQlpTc/s320/Copia+de+S6301744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299373248986844562" 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/8308737660510049914-9026615499125937896?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/9026615499125937896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=9026615499125937896' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/9026615499125937896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/9026615499125937896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SYspA3cFYXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Cbde4r9uSUg/s72-c/Copia+de+S6301583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-6499895547944647663</id><published>2009-02-05T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:43:38.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asfixiante .-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oda esta situación tan amarga, tan cotidiana, tan rutinaria, mala, más bien pésima; de tener que despertar todos los días con gritos de control , gritos desesperados, la llave de agua corriendo a no dar más, su silencio , su rabia, la impotencia, el cansancio, el tener qe precenciarla día a día; mañana tras mañana, la misma guerra, la cual sólo rae perdedores. Cabe todo en una sola palabra : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Asfixiante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; . La circunstancia la ahoga, la encierra, la atrapa y luego... le mata el alma. Cada sentimiento es ahora un vacío , un vacío muy profundo y sin salida alguna. Sólo quiere huir , volar, pues sabe que nada cambiará las cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;l pasar el tiempo , el deseo irrenegable de escapar se convierte en una necesidad cada ves mayor; primero quiere salir sólo un rato; luego por horas y horas, hasta el amanecer, después ya son días completos y cada ves más lejos . Cuaquier excusa sirbe para volar , nada tiene sentido en el campo de guerra, la única esperanza que le queda es que pasen los años para poder sar al fin el adios definifivo.-&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/8308737660510049914-6499895547944647663?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/6499895547944647663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=6499895547944647663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/6499895547944647663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/6499895547944647663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/02/asfixiante.html' title='Asfixiante .-'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-5748543031625730361</id><published>2009-01-03T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:01:27.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Una fila de hormigas en la pared ; tan admirablemente organizadas y tan repugnántemente controladas , que la libertad o tiene precio existente en dinero, ni oro, ni plata. Sólo el alma cautiva lo comprenderá , sólo el captor te apricionará , sólo el corazon sufrirá ... sólo el dolor aparecerá . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-5748543031625730361?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/5748543031625730361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=5748543031625730361' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5748543031625730361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5748543031625730361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2009/01/una-fila-de-hormigas-en-la-pared-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-1218364455078913552</id><published>2008-12-06T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:19:44.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-736de7714941b850" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D736de7714941b850%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331084151%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D152D003D353DDD4F6E165D8D9A05B3EAEEA761D6.18E33A922B36C013ED8D89C7D07D0D5274509618%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D736de7714941b850%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpg47402wJPdyuZWIUMcXvN61AnU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D736de7714941b850%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331084151%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D152D003D353DDD4F6E165D8D9A05B3EAEEA761D6.18E33A922B36C013ED8D89C7D07D0D5274509618%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D736de7714941b850%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpg47402wJPdyuZWIUMcXvN61AnU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#f97c00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nadie sabra , no hablare de mi amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;color:#f97c00;"  &gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-1218364455078913552?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=736de7714941b850&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/1218364455078913552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=1218364455078913552' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1218364455078913552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1218364455078913552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/12/nadie-sabra-no-hablare-de-mi-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-5041308891078897186</id><published>2008-12-02T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:51:09.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- No logro entender -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;on tantas las cosas que dan vueltas y vueltas en mi cabeza  , miles de ideas que no me llevan a nada . Es que porque todo es tan raro . No logro enteder por ejemplo como una persona tan alegre y amable en instantes se transforme en un mar de tristeza y egocentrismo , como ocurre un cambio tan drastico , como un alma puede llegar a un punto de tal oscuridad que no hay mas que si mismo ante sus ojos .Tampoco entiendo como pueden haber dos sensaciones tan contradictorias y causadas por la misma persona , es que es sentirse por una vez realmente libre , natural y feliz - es que no hay espacio para dudas en esos momentos - . Es solo el momento, el instante preciso en el que aparece y todo se borra con una sonrisa y un abrazo . Es tan agradable por ese "momento" pero se rompe todo con solo separar caminos , aparecen las dudas , los deseos de nada , la disconfotmidad .&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/8308737660510049914-5041308891078897186?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/5041308891078897186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=5041308891078897186' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5041308891078897186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5041308891078897186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-logro-entender.html' title='- No logro entender -'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-3874367780377734861</id><published>2008-12-01T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:30:13.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Perdida en un cuento real ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ7OVIBlvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/b6tEi7CPEUw/s1600-h/lasflechasdeldiablogz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ7OVIBlvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/b6tEi7CPEUw/s200/lasflechasdeldiablogz6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274906180932703986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Rarisimo ; una lagrima cae de su ojo y su respiracion esta agitada . Lo unico que quiere es olvidar al mundo hundida en el abrazo de el mejor de sus amigos . No logra entender como algo tan insignificante le derrumba de esa forma todo su mundo , es que hace 10 minutos todo estaba tan bien ! Tampoco entiende como nacio una ilucion de algo tan vago ... como no se dio cuenta de esto ; era tan evidente ; mas no lo suficiente para que sus ojos lo vieran . Sin el se siente perdida .&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/8308737660510049914-3874367780377734861?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/3874367780377734861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=3874367780377734861' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/3874367780377734861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/3874367780377734861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/12/perdida-en-un-cuento-real.html' title='~ Perdida en un cuento real ~'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ7OVIBlvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/b6tEi7CPEUw/s72-c/lasflechasdeldiablogz6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-1491238405774304964</id><published>2008-11-30T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:47:26.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Fragmentos Martin Rivas -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STNB2aZ10vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kwrBectgwis/s1600-h/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STNB2aZ10vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kwrBectgwis/s320/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274631991637431026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20081012;17462600"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20081106;12434700"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se creia due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ñ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a todavia de su 	corazon&lt;/span&gt; y se dijo en ese momento que ella podia hacer de el un 	hombre mas feliz que los que se la miraban sin pensar que esta sola 	reflexion arguia en contra de su &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretendida independencia &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“ La imaginacion de aquella ni&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ñ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a 	fue durante aquel imsomnio un espejo donde vinieron a reflejarse 	todas las supociciones de un &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corazon en lucha&lt;/span&gt; con un poderoso 	sentimiento “  	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20081012;17462600"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20081106;12434700"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20081012;17462600"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20081106;12434700"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“ El hombre ha abusado de su 	fuerza para coartar hasta la libertad de su corazon . Usted 	comprendera porque con su constancia ha dado pruebas de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poseer un 	alma superior a las metalizadas  con que diariamente nos rozamos&lt;/span&gt; “ 	.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.2  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20081012;17462600"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="20081106;12434700"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-1491238405774304964?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/1491238405774304964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=1491238405774304964' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1491238405774304964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1491238405774304964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/11/fragmentos-martin-rivas.html' title='- Fragmentos Martin Rivas -'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STNB2aZ10vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kwrBectgwis/s72-c/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-492524159861052856</id><published>2008-11-06T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:31:55.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Ultimo vals -</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Como Casi siempre&lt;br /&gt;cuando algo se muere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nace la nostalgia buscando un corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pero el mío es raro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;y aunque este desordenado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;es ipermeable al dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad es un maquillaje&lt;br /&gt;de sonrisa amable desde que no estas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Siempre serás Bienvenido a este lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a mi lista de obseciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;de nombres a olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Como recordarte sin mirar atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo nunca olvidaré mi ultimo vals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando todo acabe&lt;br /&gt;y el silencio hable&lt;br /&gt;sólo tus pupilas sabrán que fue verdad&lt;br /&gt;y entre los critales&lt;br /&gt;pedasitos de esta tarde&lt;br /&gt;donde comenzamos a soñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;La felicidad es un maquillaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;de sonrisa amable desde que no estas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Siempre serás bienvenido a este lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a mi lista de obseciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;de nombres a olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Como recordarte sin mirar atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo nunca olvidaré mi ultimo vals&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/8308737660510049914-492524159861052856?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/492524159861052856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=492524159861052856' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/492524159861052856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/492524159861052856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/11/si-los-enga-os-dieran-premios-hubiera.html' title='- Ultimo vals -'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-7539055737461096417</id><published>2008-07-20T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:03:01.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amistad .·*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SINs9KXynZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QHuIJhM_L48/s1600-h/Sin+nombre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SINs9KXynZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QHuIJhM_L48/s320/Sin+nombre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225139790691868050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;entimiento único e incomparable cuando es bien sentido, cuando no existen los rencores , cuando no hay maldad, cuando no hay envidia ni malas vibraciones hacia la persona a la cual se le dice AMIGO { A } . Yo diría que es una fuerza inlcuso más grande que el amor  por que éste va implicito cuando la amistad es verdadera , es decir cuando comparetn penas y glorias y las pesonas : en este caso los amigos { as } son capaces de superarlo junots, cuando se apoyan mutuamente , cuando son casi como hermanos, por que la mayoria de las veces una persona le va a tener mucha más confianza , fe , estima , cariño y va a compartir mucho más con un amigo { a } que con un hermano { a } . A mis amigos Verdaderos, esos que no m fallan nunca, que estna cuando los necesito , que no se olvidan de una fecha importante , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;que son parte de mí &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Los Amo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Por que a pesar de las peleas, de la distancia , y de tantas otras cosas siguen 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/8308737660510049914-7539055737461096417?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/7539055737461096417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=7539055737461096417' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/7539055737461096417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/7539055737461096417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/07/amistad.html' title='Amistad .·*'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SINs9KXynZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QHuIJhM_L48/s72-c/Sin+nombre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-6726153575191492206</id><published>2008-06-26T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:32:55.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;prendiendo a reciclar penas y malas experiencias para convertirlas en lecciones de vida &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&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/8308737660510049914-6726153575191492206?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/6726153575191492206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=6726153575191492206' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/6726153575191492206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/6726153575191492206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/06/prendiendo-reciclar-penas-y-malas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-5917929280240425071</id><published>2008-06-21T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:31:15.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{ ♡ }</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SF1VEooY6kI/AAAAAAAAAEM/70hbE7-cwPo/s1600-h/s6300504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SF1VEooY6kI/AAAAAAAAAEM/70hbE7-cwPo/s320/s6300504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214417481679563330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;na sensacion se querer huir por un camino sin fin por que cada momento que no tiene un fin propio el fin eres Tú . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s que la sensación de tranqilidad en ese lugar es única , no se compara con la de ningun otro lugar, por que en ese pedaso de mundo me olvido del resto y es sólo el instanteel que vivo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anas de escribir me inundan pero no hay mucho que expresar al parecer .&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/8308737660510049914-5917929280240425071?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/5917929280240425071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=5917929280240425071' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5917929280240425071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/5917929280240425071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='{ ♡ }'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SF1VEooY6kI/AAAAAAAAAEM/70hbE7-cwPo/s72-c/s6300504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-8411931929477056450</id><published>2008-06-18T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:20:33.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olvidar es engañarse a sí mismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SFlcOFmEBCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mQELxo5Y0Qk/s1600-h/1194226122_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SFlcOFmEBCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mQELxo5Y0Qk/s320/1194226122_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213299440747807778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recuerdos para Olvidar, si, recuerdos para olvidar&lt;br /&gt;No permitas k un recuerdo intervenga en tu presente,&lt;br /&gt;Olvida lo malo de tu pasado y construyete un futuro, pero hazlo ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son recuerdos para olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero encontrar mi lugar&lt;br /&gt;alejarme de la realidad que esconde la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;tras cada calada yo sigo viendo tu cara&lt;br /&gt;mientras lo hago en mi almohada,&lt;br /&gt;recordandote mi dama!&lt;br /&gt;mi cuento de hadas se perdió en la soledad,&lt;br /&gt;En un triste silencio de un mar que me kiere ahogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aun recuerdo tu primer beso, tu primera caricia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca deslizandose en mi pais de las maravillas,&lt;br /&gt;Pero sigo si, camino solo pese a todo,&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco voy hundiéndome, quiero salir del lodo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me pregunto por que te recuerdo si kiero olvidarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque te lo di todo y tu dejaste de amarme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Simplemente pasan los dias y tu sigues ahí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yo recordando cada segundo que viví junto a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Recuerdas el primer, el primer tu ya sabes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdas la primera vez que te peleaste en clase&lt;br /&gt;Para quedar bien y llamar la atención,&lt;br /&gt;Ahora eso forma parte del pasado y tambien de tu corazon,&lt;br /&gt;De tu historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Recuerdos rotos perduran en tu memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Recuerdos buenos y malos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Recuerdos de pena y gloria, claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Quiero olvidar tantas cosas, pero cuesta tanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Son espinas que atraviesan y te hacen recordar llantos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero olvidar, kiero dormir, para no despertar&lt;br /&gt;Hallar un bienestar infinito sobre una nube y descansar por fin!&lt;br /&gt;Mi fin se encuentra ya cerca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Por que quiero llevarte, pero en una imagen muerta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el olvido, guardo tu foto y tus cartas vacias&lt;br /&gt;Llenas de palabras que tan solo mentían&lt;br /&gt;Este es mi periplo, el principio del final,&lt;br /&gt;De los recuerdos! Abra un eden marchito tras el cristal!? (vale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Recuerdo akel quizás, aquel ultimo adios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiero borrar de mi mente lo k este cuerpo sufrió&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Son recuerdos para olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para olvidar son los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Son momentos permanentes en tu mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aunque esten muertos! Es cierto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Que es difícil que la historia de tu vida sea un cuento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvida lo malo y deja que te pierda el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Son recuerdos para olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para olvidar son los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Son momentos permanentes en tu mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aunque esten muertos! Es cierto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Que es difícil que la historia de tu vida sea un cuento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvida lo malo y deja que te pierda el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Recuerdo tantas cosas, que no kiero recordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Son dias de soledad en una oscuridad sin fin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al menos eso parece al principio era mas facil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Porque seré solo era un niño, la felicidad no es frágil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se rompe, ni con transportes ni con golpes&lt;br /&gt;Adonde iran?&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos del pasado y del presente&lt;br /&gt;Por que el olvido solo es una trampa para engañarse a si mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se fuerte y lanza tu odio hacia el abismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ignorancia hace a la felicidad dicen los labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Quiero volver a aquellos tiempos y saborear tus dulces labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y olvidar tomar a dios, dios nunca me a ayudado,&lt;br /&gt;Porque no existe una fuerza superior a lo creado.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sigo en busca de amigos, alma y corazon,&lt;br /&gt;Prisionero soy, mi vida esta en peligro de extinción!&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto a quien le importo, quien me recordara?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando mi fin se me lleve, mi historia se llevará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Son recuerdos para olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para olvidar son los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Son momentos permanentes en tu mente&lt;br /&gt;Aunque esten muertos! Es cierto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Que es difícil k la historia de tu vida sea un cuento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvida lo malo y deja que te pierda el tiempo &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/8308737660510049914-8411931929477056450?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/8411931929477056450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=8411931929477056450' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/8411931929477056450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/8411931929477056450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/06/olvidar-es-engaarse-s-mismo.html' title='Olvidar es engañarse a sí mismo'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SFlcOFmEBCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mQELxo5Y0Qk/s72-c/1194226122_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-696433370931806277</id><published>2008-06-16T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:34:16.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/9608/1169053725fdx7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/9608/1169053725fdx7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ra necesaro hablar con tigo &amp;amp; que me dijeras que es ella la que te importa, era necesario para empezar a aceptar tantas cosas, como qe fui una tonta al tener algo con tigo &amp;amp; aún más por qe sólo tu sabes lo que fue, aceptar que eso que vivimos sólo fue un desahogo de nuestras almas por la perdida de alguien realmente importante para ti &amp;amp; para mí. Las ganas de verte se derrumbaron en 1 segundo , &amp;amp; vinieron los recuerdos , &amp;amp; esa terrible sensación de ya no tener nada. Pero estás aqui;  formas &amp;amp; formarás parte de mi vida por siempre , aunqe no qiera &amp;amp; lo qe más duele es todo lo qe dí fue en vano ... pero dicen que de los errores se aprende. No corren ni correrán lagrimas por tí , esa conversacion fue el fin de esta ilución que no tenía ni pies ni cabeza, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esto no es más que una historia sin principio ni fin .&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/8308737660510049914-696433370931806277?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/696433370931806277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=696433370931806277' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/696433370931806277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/696433370931806277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/06/resignacin.html' title='Resignación'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-1095213093614380275</id><published>2008-06-14T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:24:02.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ecordando lo vivido, los sueños &amp;amp; pensando como sería todo de distinto en este minuto si un par de cosas fueran diferentes. &amp;amp; es trite darse cuenta de todo . Canciones , lugares, hechos traen los recuerdos &amp;amp; un maldito sueño qe ojalá sea una prediccion pero es casi imposible .&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/8308737660510049914-1095213093614380275?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/1095213093614380275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=1095213093614380275' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1095213093614380275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1095213093614380275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/06/r-ecordando-lo-vivido-los-sueos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-7633832687815948032</id><published>2008-06-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:25:21.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SFGslFW4qfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rmdb1W1_AG0/s1600-h/sigo%2Bbuscando%2Buna%2Brespuesta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SFGslFW4qfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rmdb1W1_AG0/s320/sigo%2Bbuscando%2Buna%2Brespuesta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211135996937677298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                              S&lt;/span&gt;oñarte &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;espertar es &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;enerte &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;olverte a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;erder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-7633832687815948032?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/7633832687815948032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=7633832687815948032' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/7633832687815948032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/7633832687815948032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/06/s-oarte-d-espertar-es-v-olver-p-erderte.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SFGslFW4qfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Rmdb1W1_AG0/s72-c/sigo%2Bbuscando%2Buna%2Brespuesta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-2752792946434479567</id><published>2008-06-06T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:20:37.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo más de mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SEn-dlyXONI/AAAAAAAAACc/EfQliUd_DOM/s1600-h/cumple:D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SEn-dlyXONI/AAAAAAAAACc/EfQliUd_DOM/s320/cumple:D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208974228343699666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nombre: Francisca&lt;br /&gt;Apellidos:Cavero Villena&lt;br /&gt;Ciudad: Santiago&lt;br /&gt;Edad: 16&lt;br /&gt;Cumpleaños: 25 de mayo&lt;br /&gt;¿Hermanos?:  Sí,cuatro&lt;br /&gt;Color de pelo: Castaño oscuro&lt;br /&gt;Color de ojos: Café.&lt;br /&gt;Altura: 1.66&lt;br /&gt;¿Diestra o zurda?: Diestra&lt;br /&gt;Eres creyente: No lo sé&lt;br /&gt;¿Pelo largo o corto?: Medio&lt;br /&gt;Número de calzado: 38.&lt;br /&gt;Talla:De pantalon: 38&lt;br /&gt;¿Eres rebelde?: Depende de la situación&lt;br /&gt;¿Estás enamorado?: No&lt;br /&gt;¿A quien besarias ahora mismo?: No lo sé&lt;br /&gt;¿Piercings, tatuajes...? Nada&lt;br /&gt;Tu prenda favorita?: No sabria decirlo&lt;br /&gt;¿Qe marca de shampoo usas?: Sedal&lt;br /&gt;¿Te tiñes el pelo? :No&lt;br /&gt;Color: Muchos&lt;br /&gt;Número: 6&lt;br /&gt;Canción:  Tras mi luna de crital - Porta&lt;br /&gt;Película: no sé, no veo muchas películas&lt;br /&gt;Libro: Alguno interesante&lt;br /&gt;Dulce: Coyak&lt;br /&gt;Estilo musical: Romantico/pop/rap/reggaeton&lt;br /&gt;Grupo/artista: Porta&lt;br /&gt;Hobbie: Fútbol/Msn/Salir&lt;br /&gt;Comida: Pastas&lt;br /&gt;Tema preferido: Depende de la persona&lt;br /&gt;Tema detestado: Economía/Politica&lt;br /&gt;Algo qe te dee suerte?: No sé si la poseo&lt;br /&gt;Has tomado alguna droga?:NO&lt;br /&gt;Tenido algún problema con la justicia: Casi me llevan presa por no estar en clases &amp;amp; estarn en paro ¬¬'&lt;br /&gt;Bañado de noche en el mar?: No&lt;br /&gt;Estado enamorado?: No&lt;br /&gt;Lomejor?:El amor&lt;br /&gt;Lopeor?: La mentira en el amor&lt;br /&gt;Tu mayor miedo?: La soledad&lt;br /&gt;Tu mayor sueño? Ser parte de la Policia de Investigaciones de Chile&lt;br /&gt;Un olor?: Uno de una persona espacial, es único&lt;br /&gt;Darias tu vida por alguien?: Sí&lt;br /&gt;El mejor día de tu vida: Me lo reservo&lt;br /&gt;El peor?: Los peores, cuando me decepciona alguien importante para mí&lt;br /&gt;un detalle? Una rosa&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuál es tu postura para dormir? Espalda al techo&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuántas almohadas tienes? Dos&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué te pones para dormir? En invierno un buso &amp;amp; en verano lo qe encuentre&lt;br /&gt;¿Sueñas? Lamentablemente&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué haces cuando no puedes dormir? Escucho música&lt;br /&gt;¿Prefieres dormir solo o acompañado? Depende de la compañia&lt;br /&gt;Rojo: pasion&lt;br /&gt;Cielo: Paz&lt;br /&gt;Mar: tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;Verde: libertad&lt;br /&gt;Mesa: union&lt;br /&gt;Ruido: pshhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Perro: Compania/ Lealtad&lt;br /&gt;Flor: Clavel&lt;br /&gt;Carne o pescado: Carne&lt;br /&gt;Cine o sofá: sofá&lt;br /&gt;Playa o montaña: playa&lt;br /&gt;Noche o día: Noche&lt;br /&gt;Dulce o salado: salado&lt;br /&gt;Coca-cola o Pepsi: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;Océano o lago: Océano&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate o vainilla: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;León o tigre: Tigre&lt;br /&gt;Amor o deseo: primero deseo y que lo acompañe el amor&lt;br /&gt;Oro o plata: Oro&lt;br /&gt;Lápiz o pluma: Lapiz&lt;br /&gt;Baño o ducha: Baño&lt;br /&gt;En las últimas 48 horas has...&lt;br /&gt;llorado? Sí&lt;br /&gt;comprado algo? Sí&lt;br /&gt;dado un paseo? No&lt;br /&gt;dar una vuelta en auto? No&lt;br /&gt;ido a un restaurante? No&lt;br /&gt;hecho un test? este&lt;br /&gt;echo un regalo? No&lt;br /&gt;cogido a alguien en brazos o abrazado? Sí&lt;br /&gt;tenido una pesadilla? No&lt;br /&gt;El lado sensible ...&lt;br /&gt;¿Crees en ti mismo? Sí , mucho a veces&lt;br /&gt;El peor sentimiento del mundo: Odio&lt;br /&gt;El mejor sentimiento del mundo: Amor&lt;br /&gt;¿Confías en que habrá paz en el mundo? No, pero seria lo ideal&lt;br /&gt;¿Eres hipocondríaco? Creo que no&lt;br /&gt;¿La última vez que pisaste un hospital?hace como un mes&lt;br /&gt;¿Le has echado el ojo a alguien? Por error&lt;br /&gt;Comida...&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuál es tu comida fría preferida? Ensaladas con mucho limón&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuál es tu comida asiática favorita? La china&lt;br /&gt;¿Te gusta la comida especiada? ¿Y la picante? No&lt;br /&gt;¿Tienes hambre ahora mismo? Un poco&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué hay..&lt;br /&gt;sobre tu cama: un peluche, un polerón &amp;amp; un libro&lt;br /&gt;en tu cabeza: Muchas cosas&lt;br /&gt;en tu biblioteca?: Libros &amp;amp; adornos&lt;br /&gt;sobre tu escritorio? El pc, cuadernos, carpetas, adornos, &amp;amp; aparatos tecnologicos&lt;br /&gt;en tu baño? Cepillo dental,pasta,jabón ,espejo,etc&lt;br /&gt;en tu bolso? Mil cosas típicas de mujer&lt;br /&gt;en tus sueños? Cosas prohibidas&lt;br /&gt;en tu nevera? No recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;en tu estómago? Jugos gastricos&lt;br /&gt;Varios&lt;br /&gt;¿De quién eres fan? Nadie&lt;br /&gt;¿Puedes silbar? No&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuál es tu fiesta favorita? Donde estan las personas que quiero &amp;amp; buena musica&lt;br /&gt;¿Usarías abrigos de pieles? No , es como andar con un zorro en cima o el animal que sea&lt;br /&gt;¿Te gustaría ser presidente? Nunca&lt;br /&gt;¿Usas la mensajería instantánea? Muy amenudo&lt;br /&gt;¿Te castigaron alguna vez en el colegio? No&lt;br /&gt;¿Eres feliz? A ratos , frecuentes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-2752792946434479567?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/2752792946434479567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=2752792946434479567' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/2752792946434479567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/2752792946434479567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/06/algo-ms-de-m.html' title='Algo más de mí'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SEn-dlyXONI/AAAAAAAAACc/EfQliUd_DOM/s72-c/cumple:D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-1451748557960559299</id><published>2008-05-30T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:03:33.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No hay final felíz *-* Porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SEBdh7sVjLI/AAAAAAAAABo/toc2gLqH9hg/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SEBdh7sVjLI/AAAAAAAAABo/toc2gLqH9hg/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206264006781013170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Todas las historias tienen un final y no es feliz;&lt;br /&gt;quizá me equivoqué pensando en un futuro junto a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Y sé que no se puede cambiar nada ya,&lt;br /&gt;paso de rayadas porque ni siquiera ya me quedan ganas.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una espina clavada que se agota como la tinta,&lt;br /&gt;no todo es tan bonito como te lo pintan.&lt;br /&gt;Y lo siento, sé que no soy perfecto pero caray,&lt;br /&gt;juro no volver nunca jamás a mirar hacia atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie puede calmar este odio que encierro dentro,&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo está por explotar, murió y quedó sin sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;Miento al decir que soy otro pero vivo en el abismo,&lt;br /&gt;no es que mi corazón esté roto, es que ya no es el mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos están secos, ya no lloran,&lt;br /&gt;pero quiero desahogarme de este peso que me controla.&lt;br /&gt;Y quizás sea verdad, ya no sé qué creer,&lt;br /&gt;quizá el amor no exista y me pregunto por qué creí en él.&lt;br /&gt;Las promesas son mentiras, el silencio te escucha,&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo nos olvida, la vida es una continua lucha.&lt;br /&gt;El paisaje cambia porque no puedo pintarlo yo;&lt;br /&gt;si sigo aquí es porque tengo un contrato con Dios.&lt;br /&gt;Mis heridas no se sanan, pero sí se hacen más grandes.&lt;br /&gt;¡Tú no me entiendes, cállate, mírame, dime que sientes!&lt;br /&gt;Tú decides si quieres olvidarme o vivir con eso.&lt;br /&gt;Confieso que no sigo siendo aquel aunque lo intento.&lt;br /&gt;Te juro que pensé que tú podías ser mi vida&lt;br /&gt;y no quiero pensar que me equivoqué como la mayoría.&lt;br /&gt;y sé que mereces mucho más,&lt;br /&gt;quizás me sienta así por nunca sabértelo dar.&lt;br /&gt;Se empieza por perder la ilusión y luego la magia,&lt;br /&gt;después va la esperanza hasta que ya no queda nada;&lt;br /&gt;¡Solo rabia, odio! Todo esto porque se acaba.&lt;br /&gt;Sientes como la poca luz que queda se apaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no hay final feliz, pero sí pudo haberlo&lt;br /&gt;si no fuera por esta vida que llevo podría verlo con mis propios ojos,&lt;br /&gt;y sí, se que fue por mi culpa,&lt;br /&gt;dejé de poner de mi parte y me callé como una puta.&lt;br /&gt;Yo también cometo errores y estoy harto de pecar,&lt;br /&gt;por mucho que me mueva siento estar en el mismo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;¿Rectificar o no? He aquí la cuestión,&lt;br /&gt;lo siento no sirvió de nada: el orgullo pudo al corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Lo reconozco, los dos tuvimos fallos,&lt;br /&gt;pero yo me acabé cansando del amor cuando sé que tú no.&lt;br /&gt;Y lo peor es que sueño con recuperar esa vida,&lt;br /&gt;el rap me arrebató tantísimo que ni te lo imaginas.&lt;br /&gt;Y juré no mirar hacia atrás pero cada día lo hago,&lt;br /&gt;sabes bien que es la primera vez que me arrepiento de algo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero cambiar, fui ese cobarde que se dio por vencido&lt;br /&gt;y te aseguro que me odio y odio en lo que me he convertido,&lt;br /&gt;solo soy uno más o ni siquiera eso.&lt;br /&gt;Yo también sufro aunque no rezo a un dios solo me tengo a mí.&lt;br /&gt;Perdí personas, perdí tiempo y cosas que me quiero,&lt;br /&gt;algo que no podría pagar ni el mismísimo dinero&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/8308737660510049914-1451748557960559299?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/1451748557960559299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=1451748557960559299' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1451748557960559299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/1451748557960559299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-hay-final-felz-porta.html' title='No hay final felíz *-* Porta'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SEBdh7sVjLI/AAAAAAAAABo/toc2gLqH9hg/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-7620570858337142157</id><published>2008-05-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:45:36.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>porтa™ :(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;uede que ya no exista cura... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tan sólo un dulce veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(249, 124, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ensaras en un principio en que todo era tan distinto, que lo bonito se extingió en el silencio de tu olvido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o te entiendes , te arrepientes, sientes que te mures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; mueres en un lago de silencio, en un lago eterno de lafrimas ardiendo como el fuego de tu infierno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;os recuerdos en fotos son sólo corazones rotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l alma ya no sirve sigue enfada con tigo, el corazón ya no te guia , ya no quiere ser tu amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizá me equivoqué pensando en un futuro junto a tí , &amp;amp; sé que no se puede cambiar nada ya ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(249, 124, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;on sólo imagenes que oculta el tiempo , no tendrán vida propia pero tu les diste una, una oportunidad de formar parte de tu historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ecuerdas la primera vez que hiciste el amor ? luego todo se echó abajo &amp;amp; aún recuerdas el dolor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; me sigo rayando cada dia pensando en esto , pensando en un tal vez que tal vez jamás existió ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;n recuerdos &amp;amp; en tu corazón sigo estando.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;o qe mi lado oculto esconde qizas es un lado paranoico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;us petalos son mi vida.. tus espinas mis heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(249, 124, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ún recuerdo aquel momentos, el reencuentro en esa estación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ay recuerdos malos que a veces hacen tocar fondo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(249, 124, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;unque ahora no aprecies esto. se que lo apreciaras tarde o temprano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ada día llueve en tu interior , hay una angustia que te puede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(249, 124, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(249, 124, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8308737660510049914-7620570858337142157?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/feeds/7620570858337142157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308737660510049914&amp;postID=7620570858337142157' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/7620570858337142157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/7620570858337142157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/05/pora.html' title='porтa™ :(:'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308737660510049914.post-8357659834907549844</id><published>2008-05-29T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:41:36.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una Perfecta Géminis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SD8S7Q8rKDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fc7wBp8S-o0/s1600-h/DSCF0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SD8S7Q8rKDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fc7wBp8S-o0/s320/DSCF0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205900503634618418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o soy de esas personas qe viven describiendose asi que no lo haré ahora . La foto me gusta por que muestra como dos caras ; las dos caras de Géminis , la que todos conocen &amp;amp; la que se oculta tras la otra aunque no lo busque , es innato . Escribiendo desahogo la cara oculta , esa que es un tanto depresiva o nostalgica.. creo que esa palabra la describe mejor . Esa que se arrepiente tarde &amp;amp; tarde se da cuenta de sus errores. una lastima pero en fin. La otra cara hace todo sin pensralo antes . Mal no lo pasa aunque despues sufran ambas .&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/8308737660510049914-8357659834907549844?l=atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/8357659834907549844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308737660510049914/posts/default/8357659834907549844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atrapadaenunabismo.blogspot.com/2008/05/una-perfecta-gminis.html' title='Una Perfecta Géminis'/><author><name>Fraan ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10116935212947978660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/STQ8myhk6kI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u5UqjT61SOA/S220/Copy+of+S6300138.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eImDOIHhR8I/SD8S7Q8rKDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fc7wBp8S-o0/s72-c/DSCF0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
