<?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-984374825513626275</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:21:24.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(R)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-5491189630106976224</id><published>2009-03-15T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:33:19.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sb1z8WV4SUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZKC8B4vycIA/s1600-h/belu+2828.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313530615993747778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sb1z8WV4SUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZKC8B4vycIA/s200/belu+2828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sin embargo nunca estas cada vez que te llama mi corazón. Llega el momento de cada uno llega Mirame, no vas a tardar en descubrir quien soy La verdad es mucha veces la que nos hace mentir Siento que estas y no puedo evitar sonreír Y todo esto pudo ser casi perfecto Y sin embargo nunca me olvide del cielo en tu cara Y sin embargo unca estas cada vez que te llama mi corazón. n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi corazón necesita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-5491189630106976224?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/5491189630106976224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/sin-embargo-nunca-estas-cada-vez-que-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5491189630106976224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5491189630106976224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/sin-embargo-nunca-estas-cada-vez-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sb1z8WV4SUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZKC8B4vycIA/s72-c/belu+2828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-2619080311376686145</id><published>2009-03-15T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:30:28.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sb1zDMnLBMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/P54v5eGcaH8/s1600-h/belu+2827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313529634129380546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sb1zDMnLBMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/P54v5eGcaH8/s400/belu+2827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estoy muy bienme sacudo muy bienhablo muy biendiscuto muy bienME ENOJO MUY BIENduermo muy bienamo muy bienme caigo muy bienPositiva todo muy bienpositiva todo muy bienpositiva todo muy bienESTA TODO MUY BIEN O TODO COMO EL ORTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-2619080311376686145?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/2619080311376686145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/estoy-muy-bienme-sacudo-muy-bienhablo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/2619080311376686145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/2619080311376686145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/estoy-muy-bienme-sacudo-muy-bienhablo.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sb1zDMnLBMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/P54v5eGcaH8/s72-c/belu+2827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-2803709321462669183</id><published>2009-03-15T14:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:27:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sb1yvNpgryI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/d2srFkz0Y60/s1600-h/belu+2833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313529290810240802" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Podría hacerte daño .+¿Más? Hasta el ruido de la ciudad me recuerda a ti, pero siempre supe que huirias.#¿Por qué?+Porque te hice ver que quería que te quedaras. Pero ya da igual, siempre será una historia diferente que contar, de esas que duran poco pero son sorprendentes, y si durasen más dejarian de serlo.#Espero no arrepentirme de esto.+Yo también espero que no lo hagas, al fin y al cabo somos demasiado parecidos por eso nos enamoramos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-8498102361480974349?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/8498102361480974349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-que-siempre-haces-lo-mismoel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/8498102361480974349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/8498102361480974349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-que-siempre-haces-lo-mismoel.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-4301836327205215659</id><published>2009-03-13T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:33:05.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbszeUTKFpI/AAAAAAAAALg/enWW0G_KCsQ/s1600-h/Collage+de+Picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312896781351786130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbszeUTKFpI/AAAAAAAAALg/enWW0G_KCsQ/s320/Collage+de+Picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si llego a quererlo? ¿Y si lo quiero mucho? ¿Y si ya lo estoy queriendo? ¿Y si queriéndolo mucho, él también me quiere? ¿Y si aún queriéndome, me abandona? Es decir, ¿y si todo lo que parece que va a salir bien llegara a salir mal? ¿Y si todas las ganas que tenemos, que nos dan fuerzas y nos motivan, de pronto se esfuman? ¿Y si se acaba el deseo? ¿Cómo controlar el malestar de ese momento? ¿Cómo sobrevivir a ese (aparente) holocausto? ¿Y si no sobrevivo? ¿Y si todo eso me muestra cuan frágil soy? ¿Y si mejor lo abandono? ¿Y si me evito dejarlo después, cuando sea aún más bochornoso? ¿Y si le ahorro tener que dejarme? ¿Y si economizamos tiempo y energía? ¿Y si mejor prevengo futuras frustraciones?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-4301836327205215659?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/4301836327205215659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbszeUTKFpI/AAAAAAAAALg/enWW0G_KCsQ/s72-c/Collage+de+Picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-3309297326210298400</id><published>2009-03-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:22:55.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y morirme contigo si te matas Y matarme contigo si te mueres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-3309297326210298400?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/3309297326210298400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-5998118234837005309</id><published>2009-03-13T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:19:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbswOIUcgkI/AAAAAAAAALY/vKNduHAbVXY/s1600-h/MAMAkita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312893204723171906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbswOIUcgkI/AAAAAAAAALY/vKNduHAbVXY/s400/MAMAkita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Mi mundo no está brillandoSi pudiese tocar el cieloFlotaría sobre élMientras todos están hablando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-5998118234837005309?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/5998118234837005309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-mundo-no-esta-brillandosi-pudiese.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5998118234837005309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5998118234837005309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312892431685401394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbsvhIh4OzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uJ6T-YXPKNk/s320/lolhb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Quiero morir, lentamente, para que te des cuenta que lo que siento es verdad, que tus mentiras me hicieron mal, que ya esto no da para mas, que tus NO me dejan sin palabras, que esas frases tuyas me desarman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-6198955152481112108?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbsvhIh4OzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/uJ6T-YXPKNk/s72-c/lolhb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-7822233998991328047</id><published>2009-03-13T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:11:44.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbsgGXiNg8I/AAAAAAAAALI/1H9JREjYBbA/s1600-h/.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312875479182443458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbsgGXiNg8I/AAAAAAAAALI/1H9JREjYBbA/s320/.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; es una locurano puedo pensar porque te tengo en la mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-7822233998991328047?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/7822233998991328047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/es-una-locurano-puedo-pensar-porque-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7822233998991328047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7822233998991328047'/><link rel='alternate' 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sirve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-1340633385710903084?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/1340633385710903084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-cambia-me-usa-me-sirveme-cambia-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1340633385710903084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1340633385710903084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-cambia-me-usa-me-sirveme-cambia-me.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-8114955307141815029</id><published>2009-03-13T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:07:09.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;o rechazo tus promesas, rechazo tus palabras desde hoy -tu y yo no debemos dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-5407051799604167308</id><published>2009-03-13T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:03:37.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbsee2xrfBI/AAAAAAAAALA/iSKhButL7MI/s1600-h/Ho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312873700862426130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbsee2xrfBI/AAAAAAAAALA/iSKhButL7MI/s320/Ho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ya no formo parte de esto ahora voy por mi caminoYa no formo parte de estoahora si que estoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;conmigo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-5407051799604167308?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/5407051799604167308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/ya-no-formo-parte-de-esto-ahora-voy-por.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5407051799604167308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5407051799604167308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/ya-no-formo-parte-de-esto-ahora-voy-por.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbsee2xrfBI/AAAAAAAAALA/iSKhButL7MI/s72-c/Ho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-3119028812832067697</id><published>2009-03-13T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:59:34.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbsc84yuUlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xcmsnoswbzg/s1600-h/quilinoo+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312872017776497234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbsc84yuUlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xcmsnoswbzg/s200/quilinoo+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;debias ir... no me escape de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-3119028812832067697?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/3119028812832067697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/debias-ir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3119028812832067697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3119028812832067697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/debias-ir.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbsc84yuUlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xcmsnoswbzg/s72-c/quilinoo+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-6993248758957934659</id><published>2009-03-13T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:52:58.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoy me siento a tu lado, cada vez mas,y te quiero a mi lado, cada vez mas, tus sentimientos me impulsan a vivir mejor,el mal tiempo ya no importa,contigo es mejor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;para seguir caminando rumbo a lo desconocido con temorpero contigo, asi es mejor, cada vez mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-6993248758957934659?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/6993248758957934659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoy-me-siento-tu-lado-cada-vez-masy-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6993248758957934659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6993248758957934659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbsbXmLXcQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FrQskvcA2HU/s200/L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;No puedes caer tan bajo nuevamenteEstas atrapado tan lejanoNo puedes caer tan bajo nuevamenteEstas atrapado tan lejanoTan lejano, tan lejanoDebes volver!!!Oooohhh OoouuhhoohhNo puedes caer tan bajo nuevamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-2274239829459706324?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/2274239829459706324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tu sueñoVoy a despertar riendoVoy a vencer tus miedosVoy a volver a temerlos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-8840755258498995354?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/8840755258498995354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/tanto-cuento-que-asusta-el-cuerpotanto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/8840755258498995354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/8840755258498995354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbsabokgBDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1zagtFhVSZY/s1600-h/403297529_OPUIGHSFIUOEXUP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312869247462933554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbsabokgBDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1zagtFhVSZY/s320/403297529_OPUIGHSFIUOEXUP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Que te ha pasado princesa, que no te veo sonreir, sonreir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-2526748913210016866?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/2526748913210016866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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molestar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-443868589114595031?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/443868589114595031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/esculpele-al-sistema-y-nunca-dejes-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/443868589114595031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/443868589114595031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/esculpele-al-sistema-y-nunca-dejes-de.html' 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MIERDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-8986303020734764945?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/8986303020734764945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuanta-mierda.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/8986303020734764945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/8986303020734764945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuanta-mierda.html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-3780209668131398962?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/3780209668131398962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-mezclao-la-fusion-da-igual.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3780209668131398962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3780209668131398962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-mezclao-la-fusion-da-igual.html' 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no me importa, mientras yo logre ser feliz en este silencio que hoy nos une&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-4319381700397793600?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/4319381700397793600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-oy-pasos-invisibles-hacia-vos-no-los.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4319381700397793600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4319381700397793600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/d-oy-pasos-invisibles-hacia-vos-no-los.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-6301788277251031621</id><published>2009-03-07T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:43:08.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tiraste al río mis abrazos y me privaste de tu dulce mirada, pero no importa, igual nadare y te esperare, por que se que algún día te volveré a ver y a la distancia la luz aparecerá e iluminara nuestro camino, ese que tanto nos costo construir, y cuando pase el tiempo sin darnos cuenta estaremos dentro de nuestros sueños y seremos lo que siempre quisimos ser, libres, libres, libres¡¡¡”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-6301788277251031621?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/6301788277251031621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiraste-al-rio-mis-abrazos-y-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6301788277251031621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6301788277251031621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiraste-al-rio-mis-abrazos-y-me.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-4346745312612453350</id><published>2009-03-07T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:42:22.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ierro mis ojos para no pensar en las cosas que veo…Dejo atrás el tormento de no poder cumplir con todo lo que anhelo…Viviendo el Hoy para el Hoy, volando sin alas, escapando solo por un rato de todo lo que me hace mal…Escapar…Solo por un rato. Ok?&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/984374825513626275-4346745312612453350?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/4346745312612453350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/c-ierro-mis-ojos-para-no-pensar-en-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4346745312612453350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4346745312612453350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/c-ierro-mis-ojos-para-no-pensar-en-las.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-415712530003740328</id><published>2009-03-06T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:25:24.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHM3l75OII/AAAAAAAAAKA/VyHQ-yf0Ip0/s1600-h/WIWI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250691094722690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHM3l75OII/AAAAAAAAAKA/VyHQ-yf0Ip0/s320/WIWI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; • Podríamos plantar una casa.podriamos construir un arbol!•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dice-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sos una boluda :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-415712530003740328?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/415712530003740328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/podriamos-plantar-una-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/415712530003740328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/415712530003740328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/podriamos-plantar-una-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHM3l75OII/AAAAAAAAAKA/VyHQ-yf0Ip0/s72-c/WIWI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-4121456401055086204</id><published>2009-03-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:23:51.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHMWfY5jvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VK2113_Dtks/s1600-h/FUVK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310250122401648370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHMWfY5jvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VK2113_Dtks/s200/FUVK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;borrá tu memoria, hacé de cuenta que no pasó nada. intentá fingir que sos buena onda: sociable, sofisticado, abierto. en fin, un chico siglo XXI. un chico de mentira. tal vez fueron todos esos pensamientos que se cruzaron en aquellas mañanas, tardes y noches, cargados de un blanco que solo el techo de un departamento relativamente nuevo podría tener. todos esos sueños dejados para después porque en ese momento estaba demasiado inmaduro para lograr algo. ya pasó más de la cuenta, y todos, o mejor dicho, una parte importante de mis sueños se resumen en este pedazo de violencia que para nadie signifique nada probablemente. ahí, ella, tirada en el suelo, echa añicos, mirando pasar a todos agonizando feliz y triste; Feliz porque ayudó a alguien a ser algo más, a transformarse en lo que él quería. Triste porque agoniza, pero bueno, es mejor morir vivo que vivir agonizando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-4121456401055086204?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/4121456401055086204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/borra-tu-memoria-hace-de-cuenta-que-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4121456401055086204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4121456401055086204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/borra-tu-memoria-hace-de-cuenta-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHMWfY5jvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/VK2113_Dtks/s72-c/FUVK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-4976393369649255078</id><published>2009-03-06T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:21:50.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHL-8RhAlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-nh29gJaVRU/s1600-h/MAKITo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310249717838447186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHL-8RhAlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-nh29gJaVRU/s400/MAKITo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No se que pasano es lo mismo que ayerasi no sos vos decimelo por favorsi te molesto, tratare de no pensar en vossi te molesto, tratare de no hacercarme a vossi te molesto, tratare de no pensar en vossi te molesto, no basta ya no me chamuyes massolo decime la verdad, que no aguanto masno basta no me camines massolo decime la verdad, aun te quiero nenapero veo que vos no pensas lo mismo que yoaun te quiero nena, pero veo que vos no pensas lo mismo que yosi te molesto, tratare de no pensar en vossi te molesto, tratare de no hacercarme a vossi te molesto, tratare de no pensar en vossi te molesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-4976393369649255078?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/4976393369649255078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-se-que-pasano-es-lo-mismo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4976393369649255078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4976393369649255078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-se-que-pasano-es-lo-mismo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHL-8RhAlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-nh29gJaVRU/s72-c/MAKITo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-5753622516684232128</id><published>2009-03-06T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:20:16.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHLxOFyMXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AZS4Gk9SNGY/s1600-h/LOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310249482102911346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHLxOFyMXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AZS4Gk9SNGY/s320/LOP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siempre me enamoro del hombre equivocado.siempre compro la merka mas cortadaSiempre en el trabajo no me pagan nada.Si voy a robar, siempre voy en canaSi espero un colectivo, estoy solo en la paradaSi me gusta un chico, no le digo nadaY cuando me decido, sólo hablo de pavadas. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POR ke soy una Boluda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-5753622516684232128?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/5753622516684232128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/siempre-me-enamoro-del-hombre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5753622516684232128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5753622516684232128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/03/siempre-me-enamoro-del-hombre.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SbHLxOFyMXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AZS4Gk9SNGY/s72-c/LOP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-6883355576551351363</id><published>2009-02-26T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:18:19.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaeTMZnw4dI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vVh7Izpaf28/s1600-h/belu+2669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307372527124799954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaeTMZnw4dI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vVh7Izpaf28/s320/belu+2669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;maca-&lt;/span&gt;porque no ahi una foto normal , como la gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;belu-&lt;/span&gt;por que no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;maca-&lt;/span&gt;porque no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;belu-&lt;/span&gt;porque no sos normal u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-6883355576551351363?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/6883355576551351363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/maca-porque-no-ahi-una-foto-normal-como.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6883355576551351363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6883355576551351363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/maca-porque-no-ahi-una-foto-normal-como.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaeTMZnw4dI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vVh7Izpaf28/s72-c/belu+2669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-3862743567702548985</id><published>2009-02-26T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:14:20.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaeSorkXxUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Q3s0bHuu8-w/s1600-h/belu+2667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307371913467118914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaeSorkXxUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Q3s0bHuu8-w/s400/belu+2667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-3862743567702548985?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/3862743567702548985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3862743567702548985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3862743567702548985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_26.html' title=':)'/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaeSorkXxUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Q3s0bHuu8-w/s72-c/belu+2667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-1014077183540484477</id><published>2009-02-25T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:47:09.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;" Yo también lloro,sabés, sirve para descargar las tensiones. Pero reir seria mucho mejor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-1014077183540484477?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/1014077183540484477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-tambien-llorosabes-sirve-para.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1014077183540484477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1014077183540484477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-tambien-llorosabes-sirve-para.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-7825301438484093634</id><published>2009-02-25T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:21:28.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaYjp9ciAII/AAAAAAAAAIY/oZtZ8ex9n9k/s1600-h/Yaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306968414678548610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaYjp9ciAII/AAAAAAAAAIY/oZtZ8ex9n9k/s400/Yaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; no kiero estar contigo para que me hagas mal , solo necesito que me comprendas ,tu me liberas , me aser sentir . Creiste que esto era un cuento ? Crei que era un juego. Crei que solo eramos unos segundos , no crei en ti. Todabia no creo en ti , lo admito todabia esta el miedo a Que esto solo sea un juego y que nos mientamos, aveces no estoy muy segura de mis palabras , no estoy segura de tu palabras . no quiero ser una invesil entiendes? , nopretendo ke me entiendas tampoco. Solo necesito algo que me digas algo para poder creerte para poder tratar de segir con esto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-7825301438484093634?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/7825301438484093634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-kiero-estar-contigo-para-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7825301438484093634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7825301438484093634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-kiero-estar-contigo-para-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaYjp9ciAII/AAAAAAAAAIY/oZtZ8ex9n9k/s72-c/Yaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-4412259127834702772</id><published>2009-02-24T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:11:09.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaRiYEJHuMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VcVe7DWG3Dw/s1600-h/belu+2628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306474426517665986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaRiYEJHuMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VcVe7DWG3Dw/s200/belu+2628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-4412259127834702772?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/4412259127834702772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4412259127834702772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4412259127834702772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SaRiYEJHuMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VcVe7DWG3Dw/s72-c/belu+2628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-6387449315021801387</id><published>2009-02-24T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:09:20.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;lo mismo lo hare .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-6387449315021801387?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/6387449315021801387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/lo-mismo-lo-hare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6387449315021801387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6387449315021801387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/lo-mismo-lo-hare.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-2824447160489059867</id><published>2009-02-24T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:08:21.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Atrofian sus mentes, acortan sus vidas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tenemos ke paraaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-2824447160489059867?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/2824447160489059867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/atrofian-sus-mentes-acortan-sus-vidas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/2824447160489059867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/2824447160489059867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/atrofian-sus-mentes-acortan-sus-vidas.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-7152525421828525946</id><published>2009-02-24T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:03:11.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A que te enamoras de mi,a que te enamoras de mi,lo see,heee A que te enamoras de mi,a que te enamoras de mi,lo se, ayeR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lo soñe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-7152525421828525946?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/7152525421828525946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-te-enamoras-de-mia-que-te-enamoras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7152525421828525946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7152525421828525946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-te-enamoras-de-mia-que-te-enamoras.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-7131361198511024701</id><published>2009-02-10T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:32:27.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZJGnb5BXWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tTSWhqbACOI/s1600-h/belu+2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377354684259682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZJGnb5BXWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tTSWhqbACOI/s200/belu+2474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuviste miedo que te empezara a gustar. NO ME GUSTA PERDER cuando juego, digo la verdad cuando miento. Esto iba en serio pero vos no te animaste. No te animaste a ser hombre. No te bancaste, NO TE BANCASTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-7131361198511024701?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/7131361198511024701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuviste-miedo-que-te-empezara-gustar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7131361198511024701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7131361198511024701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuviste-miedo-que-te-empezara-gustar.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZJGnb5BXWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tTSWhqbACOI/s72-c/belu+2474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-251587955323141833</id><published>2009-02-10T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:34:45.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZHIpxy4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/KE8apSiR8aA/s1600-h/belu+2380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301238856458725346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZHIpxy4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/KE8apSiR8aA/s200/belu+2380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y ya no tiene explicación.por todo lo que vos me das...Respiro de tu aire cada día mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-251587955323141833?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/251587955323141833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-ya-no-tiene-explicacion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/251587955323141833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZHHbBunxlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tpvqX7ic1bo/s1600-h/,mmmquilinoo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301237503526159954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZHHbBunxlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tpvqX7ic1bo/s400/,mmmquilinoo+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como extraño tus locuras,tu forma de caminar,tus delirios peligrosos y tu forma de andarpor ahí cumpliendo sueños sin mirar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-2711656538443703387?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/2711656538443703387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZHHbBunxlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/tpvqX7ic1bo/s72-c/,mmmquilinoo+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-7634709030184235903</id><published>2009-02-10T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:28:24.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZHHKsDU-BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/n2baICkz__Q/s1600-h/quilinoo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301237222829520914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZHHKsDU-BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/n2baICkz__Q/s320/quilinoo+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya se que solo quiero sentirme bienando buscando algo diferente,adictivo al amor y al placer,adictivo al amor y al placer,adictivo al amor y al placer;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-7634709030184235903?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/7634709030184235903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/ya-se-que-solo-quiero-sentirme-bienando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7634709030184235903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7634709030184235903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/ya-se-que-solo-quiero-sentirme-bienando.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SZHHKsDU-BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/n2baICkz__Q/s72-c/quilinoo+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-6364074672310940590</id><published>2009-02-06T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:03:22.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0yMetRLKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AGG1r-6jwNU/s1600-h/pocoyo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299947526467693730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0yMetRLKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AGG1r-6jwNU/s200/pocoyo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0yA9BCKGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f9zpVtRe_Gg/s1600-h/POCOYO.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tengo una burbuja en la que vivo desde ayerque casi se parece a un escenariodonde guardo un sueño o varioses un gran refugio mas lindo que un palaciopara gente perdida en el espaciomas lindo que un palaciopara gente perdida en el espacio...subi a mi bicicleta que nos vamos de paseo a otro planeta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-6364074672310940590?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0yMetRLKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AGG1r-6jwNU/s72-c/pocoyo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-4904745994260229171</id><published>2009-02-06T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:41:38.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0s1LgVMVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6zOw3TjFz9k/s1600-h/pocoyo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299941628618027346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0s1LgVMVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6zOw3TjFz9k/s320/pocoyo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;QUE MIERDA ESO DE FELIS ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-4904745994260229171?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/4904745994260229171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-mierda-eso-de-felis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4904745994260229171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4904745994260229171'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0rVYpGqkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lkH5o6gunn0/s1600-h/belu+2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299939982877043266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0rVYpGqkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lkH5o6gunn0/s200/belu+2306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0q2thZtQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tiXsaohmqgE/s1600-h/P7030097.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Esa luna ve mas noches que yo&lt;br /&gt;y me hizo decidir&lt;br /&gt;siempre es bueno una noche de amor&lt;br /&gt;cuando cuesta dormir&lt;br /&gt;por lo menos fue una noche feliz&lt;br /&gt;hasta me hizo sentir..&lt;br /&gt;la chica que todos querian comprar&lt;br /&gt;me quiere solo a mi&lt;br /&gt;no me esperes mas, no quiero seguir&lt;br /&gt;dejemos que esto termine asi&lt;br /&gt;no me esperes mas, no quiero morir&lt;br /&gt;se que te acordaras de mi&lt;br /&gt;con el tiempo fue creciendo el amor&lt;br /&gt;que yo jamas senti&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas que nunca corregir&lt;br /&gt;ni pienso compartir&lt;br /&gt;con el tiempo fue creciendo su amor&lt;br /&gt;que me hizo descrubrir&lt;br /&gt;la chica que todos querian tocar&lt;br /&gt;me quiere solo a mi&lt;br /&gt;no me esperes mas, no quiero seguir&lt;br /&gt;dejemos que esto termine asi&lt;br /&gt;no me esperes mas, no quiero morir&lt;br /&gt;se que te acordaras de mi&lt;br /&gt;se que te aocrdaras de mi&lt;br /&gt;se que te acordaraas&lt;br /&gt;te acordaras de mii ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-1739652553595312651?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SY0rVYpGqkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lkH5o6gunn0/s72-c/belu+2306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-9052298428033390164</id><published>2009-02-06T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:41:51.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No kiero ser arkitecto;no existe el hogar ferfecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-9052298428033390164?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/9052298428033390164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-kiero-ser-arkitectono-existe-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/9052298428033390164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/9052298428033390164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-kiero-ser-arkitectono-existe-el.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-5586156893904537576</id><published>2009-02-06T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:40:06.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYzYLwV2IgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VyX-ZLxv0hg/s1600-h/NOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299848557974921730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYzYLwV2IgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VyX-ZLxv0hg/s200/NOT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hubo un tiempo que fue hermoso y fui libre de verdad, guardaba todos mis sueños en castillos de cristal. Poco a poco fui creciendo, y mis fábulas de amor se fueron desvaneciendo como pompas de jabón.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-5586156893904537576?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/5586156893904537576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/hubo-un-tiempo-que-fue-hermoso-y-fui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5586156893904537576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5586156893904537576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/hubo-un-tiempo-que-fue-hermoso-y-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYzYLwV2IgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VyX-ZLxv0hg/s72-c/NOT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-5263132094139999818</id><published>2009-02-06T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:11:34.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;ALGO NUEVO VENDRA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-5263132094139999818?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/5263132094139999818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/algo-nuevo-vendra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5263132094139999818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5263132094139999818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/algo-nuevo-vendra.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-1820360094505820972</id><published>2009-02-06T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:10:08.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYxgdbWGPkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XP10uL3nYFk/s1600-h/withPattiSmith.pati.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299716920181145154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYxgdbWGPkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XP10uL3nYFk/s200/withPattiSmith.pati.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;la alegria con vos oh oh oh la aventura con vos oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;ya no estamos tan lejos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;y me hace bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-1820360094505820972?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/1820360094505820972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-alegria-con-vos-oh-oh-oh-la-aventura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1820360094505820972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1820360094505820972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-alegria-con-vos-oh-oh-oh-la-aventura.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYxgdbWGPkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XP10uL3nYFk/s72-c/withPattiSmith.pati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-1364386814008324032</id><published>2009-02-06T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:05:04.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYxfqPqZ2WI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QRinu5oyAHM/s1600-h/patti_smith_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299716040871762274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYxfqPqZ2WI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QRinu5oyAHM/s320/patti_smith_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-1364386814008324032?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/1364386814008324032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1364386814008324032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1364386814008324032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYxfqPqZ2WI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QRinu5oyAHM/s72-c/patti_smith_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-5953564274779991166</id><published>2009-02-05T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:58:26.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvRfRUGByI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7GdxxACtutQ/s1600-h/belu+2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299559721685354274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvRfRUGByI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7GdxxACtutQ/s200/belu+2149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anda dime que me quieres que por mi te mueres, eso es lo que quiero escuchar, no quiero que vayas y que me digas que de mi te olvidas , yo no quiero pensar en eso; porque me vas a matar, no voy a morir; me asesinaras si dices que, que te olvidas de mi, que te olvidas de mi. Me siento perdida cuando NO estas conmigo, me siento perdida cuando NO estoy contigo; quiero saber que es lo que sientes, puedo sentir que si me quieres y yo no puedo mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-5953564274779991166?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/5953564274779991166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/anda-dime-que-me-quieres-que-por-mi-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5953564274779991166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/5953564274779991166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/anda-dime-que-me-quieres-que-por-mi-te.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvRfRUGByI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7GdxxACtutQ/s72-c/belu+2149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-3010867838238542509</id><published>2009-02-05T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:45:21.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Detesto no saber si te acordas de mi o no te importa nada de lo que me pasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-3010867838238542509?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/3010867838238542509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/detesto-no-saber-si-te-acordas-de-mi-o.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3010867838238542509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3010867838238542509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/detesto-no-saber-si-te-acordas-de-mi-o.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-6968424710629235415</id><published>2009-02-05T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:41:44.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvNf2VPCQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T63sHDOB_C8/s1600-h/belu+2203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299555333575739650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvNf2VPCQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T63sHDOB_C8/s200/belu+2203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encuentra tu alma gemela; Alma gemela donde estas? Es solo un debenir; elige una compañera para pasar las primaveras y crear cosa bellas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-6968424710629235415?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/6968424710629235415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/encuentra-tu-alma-gemela-alma-gemela.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6968424710629235415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6968424710629235415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/encuentra-tu-alma-gemela-alma-gemela.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvNf2VPCQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T63sHDOB_C8/s72-c/belu+2203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-3762536433150129295</id><published>2009-02-05T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:26:55.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salgo a emborrachar lo que me queda, era.. Yo ya me fui a otro lugar. Yo ya me fui de tu lugar&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/984374825513626275-3762536433150129295?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/3762536433150129295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/salgo-emborrachar-lo-que-me-queda-era.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3762536433150129295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3762536433150129295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/salgo-emborrachar-lo-que-me-queda-era.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-4376212956161930032</id><published>2009-02-05T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:23:04.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvJEvWeevI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Kx2_91Pub7U/s1600-h/rock%26roll_028_janis_joplin%26big_brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299550469798918898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvJEvWeevI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Kx2_91Pub7U/s320/rock%26roll_028_janis_joplin%26big_brother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Solo hay un lugar donde quiero estar, donde perder todo mi tiempo, donde poder escapar de la soledad, donde poder soñar despierto. Nunca da la sombra por donde voy ahora y todas las personas me tienen miedo. Solo tengo una norma y es no seguir las normas, y tengo una neurona que nunca me funciona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-4376212956161930032?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/4376212956161930032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/solo-hay-un-lugar-donde-quiero-estar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4376212956161930032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4376212956161930032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/solo-hay-un-lugar-donde-quiero-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvJEvWeevI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Kx2_91Pub7U/s72-c/rock%26roll_028_janis_joplin%26big_brother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-8388661825010739709</id><published>2009-02-05T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:15:52.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;No me importa que ames a todas, tampoco importa lo que digan de mi, lo importante arriba de todo; solo que me elijas a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-8388661825010739709?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/8388661825010739709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-me-importa-que-ames-todas-tampoco.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/8388661825010739709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/8388661825010739709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-me-importa-que-ames-todas-tampoco.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-4051567594994159389</id><published>2009-02-05T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:11:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvGY54ZfzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DDNwEhN0UIc/s1600-h/banner_1226935496497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299547517688053554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 42px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvGY54ZfzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DDNwEhN0UIc/s200/banner_1226935496497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que bonito estas, cada día más. Tanto que decir, tanto que reir para no llorar. Se que puedo controlar mis pensamientos, pero no consigo callar el sentimiento que es libre como el viento. No pretendo que lo dejes todo por mi amor, no te digo que conmigo te va a ir mejor; solo pido que no ignores a tu corazón, es el único que siempre tiene la razon. He inventado mil razones para olvidarte, he luchado con mis ganas para no llamarte, mi promesa siempre a sido ser una mujer fiel, mi promesa es respetarte bien. Sobreviviré, pensando en ti lo hare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-4051567594994159389?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/4051567594994159389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-bonito-estas-cada-dia-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4051567594994159389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/4051567594994159389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-bonito-estas-cada-dia-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYvGY54ZfzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DDNwEhN0UIc/s72-c/banner_1226935496497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-7889675489843353040</id><published>2009-02-05T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:59:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYtuWY01FNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qIIPK5KjBdk/s1600-h/belu+1953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299450717431731410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYtuWY01FNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qIIPK5KjBdk/s320/belu+1953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Si me das a elegir&lt;br /&gt;en tu y mis ideas&lt;br /&gt;a que yo sin ellas ,soy un hombre perdido&lt;br /&gt;si me das a elegir&lt;br /&gt;entre tu y la gloria&lt;br /&gt;pa que lleve la autoria demi hay por lso siglos&lt;br /&gt;si medas a elegir entre tu y ese cielo&lt;br /&gt;donde libre es el vuelo para llegar al olvido&lt;br /&gt;si me das a elgir&lt;br /&gt;me quedo con tigo&lt;br /&gt;por que me he henamorado y&lt;br /&gt;te quiero y te quiero&lt;br /&gt;solo deseo estar a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;soñar con tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;besarte los labios&lt;br /&gt;si me das a elgir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-7889675489843353040?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/7889675489843353040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-me-das-elegir-en-tu-y-mis-ideas-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7889675489843353040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7889675489843353040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-me-das-elegir-en-tu-y-mis-ideas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYtuWY01FNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qIIPK5KjBdk/s72-c/belu+1953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-1870949610803954953</id><published>2009-02-05T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:49:43.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYts_ajt3bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sf8dhj3w4wo/s1600-h/MACA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299449223248207282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYts_ajt3bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sf8dhj3w4wo/s400/MACA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difícil es sentir, qe al fin no lo tendrás, hai tantas mañanas pintándote la cara.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-1870949610803954953?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/1870949610803954953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/dificil-es-sentir-qe-al-fin-no-lo_05.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1870949610803954953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1870949610803954953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/dificil-es-sentir-qe-al-fin-no-lo_05.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYts_ajt3bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sf8dhj3w4wo/s72-c/MACA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-3140939065631664002</id><published>2009-02-04T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:31:53.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;yo sigo el camino que nadie camina no hay huellas por donde yo voy, siempre voy a contramano, si todos vienen yo voy. Siempre voy a contramano, pero sabiendo quien soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-3140939065631664002?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/3140939065631664002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-sigo-el-camino-que-nadie-camina-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3140939065631664002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/3140939065631664002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-sigo-el-camino-que-nadie-camina-no.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-2275327318615563342</id><published>2009-02-04T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:49:36.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYpvwAx7MOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sxQx4nwVDt0/s1600-h/belu+2216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299170782188613858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYpvwAx7MOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sxQx4nwVDt0/s320/belu+2216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero pensar en lo que fue. Quiero ser libre otra vez. Quiero ver tele al revez. Quiero pensar en que comer. Quiero pensar en ti otra vez. Quiero ver tele como ayer. Poner mis manos en la pared sin que me reten otra vez. NO quiero crecer. Quiero escapar. NO quiero crecer. Quiero ser libre otra vez. Quiero jugar con mis amigos esta tarde y no volver, razon tenian mis papás que en el pasado jugaba mas no como ahora cuando estoy, cuando estoy perdido en este lugar. Y de que sirve el tener una polola cuando vez que cuando te ilusionas mas da la vuelta la espalda y se va. NO quiero crecer mas! Quiero escapar. NO quiero crecer. Quiero ser libre otra vez. Quiero jugar con mis amigos esta tarde y no volver, razon tenian mis papás que en el pasado jugaba mas no como ahora cuando estoy, cuando estoy perdido en este lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-2275327318615563342?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/2275327318615563342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-pensar-en-lo-que-fue.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/2275327318615563342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/2275327318615563342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-pensar-en-lo-que-fue.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYpvwAx7MOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/sxQx4nwVDt0/s72-c/belu+2216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-6650858227758458428</id><published>2009-02-04T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:34:02.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYpr3-eWDlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4hil6V-BWFg/s1600-h/acosonia-medium%3Binit_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299166520962059858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYpr3-eWDlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4hil6V-BWFg/s200/acosonia-medium%3Binit_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y, yo sé que soy horrible, ya lo sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- No digas eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nadie me quiere, nadie quiere estar conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Que decís? Si sos hermosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Soy fea, fea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sos hermosa, hermosa sos, eh! Pero tenés miedo, mucho miedo. A que le tenés miedo? A que? No sé, tal vez a que un chico te diga que no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- No, no es eso, es que... Es que ponele que me ponga de novia, él me va a conocer, yo sé que soy horrible, por eso nadie se puede enamorar de mi. Me da mucho miedo empezar algo con alguien, porque ponele que me ponga de novia, y después que? Después empiezan los problemas, es muy fácil lastimar a alguien, sabes? Y que pasa si me enamoro y me deja? Que pasa si nunca nadie se enamora de mi? Que pasa si apuesto al amor y quedo sola? Uno esta bien mientras esta solo, sabes? Empezás algo con alguien y ya empiezan los problemas, el amor hace sufrir mucho, sabes? Decís sí y empiezan los problemas. Un chico me tira onda y yo ya me imagino todo lo que viene, empieza la angustia: esperar a que te llame y que si te llama mucho todo mal, que si no te llama también todo mal, un día le decís te quiero y él se queda callado, y uno ya se empieza a hacer la cabeza, a maquinar, de que porque, porque no me quiero, entendés? Mira si yo me enamoro más? Mira si él se enamora más de mí? Es horrible…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Eso que decís te pasa a vos y nos pasa a todos, el amor es así, y tenés razón,los problemas empiezan cuando uno dice SI, pero son problemas maravillosos, mucho mejores que la soledad, abrí la jaula en la que te refugias y volá, te vas a llenar de problemas, sí, pero te juro que vale la pena vivirlos, te lo prometo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-6650858227758458428?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/6650858227758458428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-yo-se-que-soy-horrible-ya-lo-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6650858227758458428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6650858227758458428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-yo-se-que-soy-horrible-ya-lo-se.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYpr3-eWDlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4hil6V-BWFg/s72-c/acosonia-medium%3Binit_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-1225618949252081969</id><published>2009-02-04T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:21:16.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYpo3NtxkiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0N6LTg6ty8s/s1600-h/belu+1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299163209338556962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYpo3NtxkiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0N6LTg6ty8s/s200/belu+1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Les contaste un cuento; sabiendolo contar y creyeron que tu alma estaba mal. La mediocridad para algunos es normal; la locura es poder ver más allá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-1225618949252081969?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/1225618949252081969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/les-contaste-un-cuento-sabiendolo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1225618949252081969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1225618949252081969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/les-contaste-un-cuento-sabiendolo.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYpo3NtxkiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0N6LTg6ty8s/s72-c/belu+1366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-6918524706350580573</id><published>2009-02-04T20:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:05:15.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYplYU1KzHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Y9_lPlWA_Y/s1600-h/belu+2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299159380137790578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYplYU1KzHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Y9_lPlWA_Y/s320/belu+2337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sabes mi nombre y me crees conocer tu me miras pero se que ya no me ves .tu me quieres solo porque yo te quiero a ti no te importa, niegas la verdad hasta el fin y necesitas que alguien se quede aqui me condenas a sufrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-6918524706350580573?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/6918524706350580573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/sabes-mi-nombre-y-me-crees-conocer-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6918524706350580573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/6918524706350580573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/sabes-mi-nombre-y-me-crees-conocer-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYplYU1KzHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Y9_lPlWA_Y/s72-c/belu+2337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-7468650310543763019</id><published>2009-02-04T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:59:29.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- ¿Harás algo por mí? Por favor. Imagina tu vida. 30 años de hoy, 40 años de hoy, ¿Cómo se ve? Si es con ella, vete. Vete. Te perdí una vez, creo que lo podría hacer de nuevo, si supiera que es lo que realmente quieres. Pero no tomes el camino más fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;• - ¿Cuál? No hay manera fácil, no importa lo que haga, alguien se lastima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;• - Deja de pensar en lo que quiere todo el mundo. Deja de pensar en lo que quiero yo, en lo que quiere ella o lo que quieren tus padres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;¿Qué quieres tú?• - No es tan sencillo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;• - ¿Qué quieres?• - No es tan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;• - Por el amor de Dios!, ¿Qué es lo que quieres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;• - Tengo que irme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"El mejor tipo de amor es aquel que despierta el alma, y nos hace aspirar a más, nos enciende el corazón y nos trae paz a la mente. Eso es lo que tú me has dado y lo que yo esperaba darte siempre..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-7468650310543763019?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/7468650310543763019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/haras-algo-por-mi-por-favor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7468650310543763019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7468650310543763019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/haras-algo-por-mi-por-favor.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-7343102040163313945</id><published>2009-02-03T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:35:36.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MACARENA ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYk3FNgVXTI/AAAAAAAAADg/x7gnd3c5Oo4/s1600-h/123belu+1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298826999242251570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYk3FNgVXTI/AAAAAAAAADg/x7gnd3c5Oo4/s200/123belu+1784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caracteristicas:Es independiente, extrovertida y franca.Tiene un gran ego, que se atenúapor su necesidad de ayudar a los demás.Es agradable y amena en su trato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor:Necesita una relación estable y duraderapara ser plenamente feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-7343102040163313945?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/7343102040163313945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/macarena.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7343102040163313945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/7343102040163313945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/02/macarena.html' title='MACARENA ♥'/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYk3FNgVXTI/AAAAAAAAADg/x7gnd3c5Oo4/s72-c/123belu+1784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-8451545774567866727</id><published>2009-02-03T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:28:58.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYk1OPQSg8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/t-QEJ46b9rc/s1600-h/belu+2327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298824955307393986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYk1OPQSg8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/t-QEJ46b9rc/s400/belu+2327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;El Signo de Libra es otro de los pocos signos que no aparece representado por la figura de un animal. El Signo de Libra nos dice que en estos nativos la parte superior de la personalidad domina sobre el lado más primitivo o instintivo, es decir, que la cabeza gobierna sobre las pasiones. La balanza sugiere también la idea de justicia, e igualmente, la búsqueda del equilibrio, la serenidad o la armonía y, como fruto de ello, el florecimiento de la belleza. Insta a la búsqueda de la concordia, del entendimiento, del diálogo entre las partes, del punto medio.&lt;br /&gt;Pero asimismo la balanza también puede advertir de una predisposición a caer en la fatalidad o el pesimismo, a cierta anulación de la personalidad para adaptarse a las personas o las circustancias, y con facilidad para los compromisos, aunque no siempre sean beneficiosos. En definitiva, es un signo que favorece en parte la renuncia a luchar o a afrontar las tensiones.&lt;br /&gt;Libra pertenece al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Elemento Aire" href="http://tarotascension.es/astrologia/los-elementos/aire" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;elemento aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, lo que exalta sus facultades intelectuales y comunicativas; en definitiva, lo mejor de estos nativos, la compensación de su débil voluntad o su renuncia a la lucha mediante una inteligencia sobresaliente. Tienen una gran capacidad, habilidad y astucia. Los Libra son extravertidos, cominucativos, cordiales y diplomáticos. Saben caer bien a todo el mundo, hacerse querer y se ganan numerosos amigos en todos los ambientes. Gracias a su innata habilidad logran agradar a todos, por muy distintos que sean y consiguen sacar lo mejor de las personas, aunque tras esa atractiva personalidad, que derrocha dulzura y simpatía, se esconde una naturaleza más fría y calculadora.&lt;br /&gt;Libra es también un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Signo Cardinal" href="http://tarotascension.es/astrologia/las-triplicidades/horoscopos-y-sus-triplicidades" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;signo cardinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, lo que indica que, tras su naturaleza diplomática y pacífica, esconden grandes ambiciones y altas aspiraciones. Es frecuente encontrarlos entre los caudillos y líderes, pero no perseguirán sus metas por métodos violentos sino empleando para ello gran inteligencia, habilidad, astucia. Sólo harán las guerra si creen que de este modo lograrán la paz definitiva.&lt;br /&gt;Libra se encuentra regido por el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Venus" href="http://tarotascension.es/astrologia/los-planetas/venus" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;planeta Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, el astro del amor, la amistad y la concordia, y exalta la armonía, la belleza y el arte en todas sus formas. Pero por encima de todos, es el signo de la paz, del acuerdo y la unión de los contrarios. Rechazan la imposición o la violencia y no pueden vivir en ambientes donde reinen estas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Saturno" href="http://tarotascension.es/astrologia/los-planetas/saturno" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; se exalta en este signo señalando el apogeo de los valores racionales junto a una clara conciencia de la realidad y las limitaciones, propia de estos nativos. Sin embargo anuncia también el peligro de caer en actitudes pesimistas, depresivas, fatalistas o melancólicas, cosas que asimismo son muy frecuentes e intensas en estos nativos.&lt;br /&gt;Por el contrario, el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="El Sol" href="http://tarotascension.es/astrologia/los-planetas/el-sol" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Marte" href="http://tarotascension.es/astrologia/los-planetas/marte" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, los planetas que exaltan los valores masculinos e individualistas, junto a la voluntad de luchar e imponerse, se encuentran debilitados en este signo, que prefiere métodos mucho más diplomáticos y consensuados.&lt;br /&gt;El amor es su mayor virtud, y también la bondad. Dan más importancia al “tú” que al “yo”. Son personas muy humanas, llenas de buenos sentimientos, que tratan de ver la existencia desde el lado más positivos y gozar de las cosas buenas de la naturaleza. Suelen ser sencillos, populares y benevolentes; es muy raro encontrar una &lt;&lt;mala&gt;&gt; en este signo.&lt;br /&gt;La soledad les aterra tanto como la violencia, por lo que siempre tienden a adaptarse a las personas y las circunstancias. Tienen una gran facilidad para los compromisos. Dado que aman la paz y la tranquilidad, desean contentar a todos. Por otro lado, siempre prefieren &lt;&lt;ver&gt;&gt;. Lo más negativo de los Libra es que pueden ser superficiales y falsos, o bien muy pasivos.&lt;br /&gt;Físicamente Libra es uno de los signos de mayor belleza, en consonancia con la regencia de Venus. Esto es especialmente evidente en las mujeres. Favorece un cuerpo esbelto y elegante, rasgos proporcionados, armónicos y atractivos, que se corresponden con un aspecto dulce, amable y bondadoso. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYSe4nfwjBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Hmn0LRCFeI4/s320/CHOTA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blanco es el color del infierno tambien el me puede hacer temblar y me duele mi agonia estoy muerto en vida &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/984374825513626275-1629346220348028938?l=noterescates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/feeds/1629346220348028938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/01/blanco-es-el-color-del-infierno-tambien.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1629346220348028938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/984374825513626275/posts/default/1629346220348028938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noterescates.blogspot.com/2009/01/blanco-es-el-color-del-infierno-tambien.html' title=''/><author><name>noterescates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340109901076531550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/Sbs1QqARGrI/AAAAAAAAALs/7ucClT_QGic/S220/belu+2789.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYSe4nfwjBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Hmn0LRCFeI4/s72-c/CHOTA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-984374825513626275.post-6167042654865997822</id><published>2009-01-31T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:35:01.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vJrmHKnMROk/SYSZxt_HV3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/e1zcga5siG0/s1600-h/LODDDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297528141131503474" style="FLOAT: left; 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