<?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-1871638439861351129</id><updated>2011-08-21T09:49:13.086-03:00</updated><category term='ubre'/><category term='uno'/><category term='girls'/><title type='text'>autre automne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-1285907167854606158</id><published>2010-11-23T11:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T11:25:53.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>las sombras vienen por todos lados.&lt;br /&gt;y un día en uno de tus mambos. me perdes.&lt;br /&gt;que pasa?&lt;br /&gt;todo el futuro en tu boca.&lt;br /&gt;y del presente quien se encarga.?&lt;br /&gt;Entendes?&lt;br /&gt;no proyectes.&lt;br /&gt;viví.&lt;br /&gt;hoy.&lt;br /&gt;la soledad&lt;br /&gt;y el dolor&lt;br /&gt;sacan lo mejor.&lt;br /&gt;no se si me gusta pasar por este estado para sacar lo mejor. las ideas.&lt;br /&gt;y cuando yo me muera.&lt;br /&gt;me vas a venir a espiar.&lt;br /&gt;vas a seguir proyectando.&lt;br /&gt;Sos.&lt;br /&gt;ahora.&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;frágil.&lt;br /&gt;vos y tu inquietud que te paraliza&lt;br /&gt;Los tipos vienen con una radio y t la enchufan en la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;y después solo tenes que esperar.&lt;br /&gt;a que terminen.&lt;br /&gt;o que caigan todos.&lt;br /&gt;antes que vos.&lt;br /&gt;Sos lo mas horrible que me paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguien quedo atrapado.&lt;br /&gt;de la pierna- sale mucha sangre.&lt;br /&gt;y el baja, se pone sus ojotas; no le gusta estar descalzo en el piso frio, y se pregunta como esta.&lt;br /&gt;no sabe que contestarse, acaricia al perro. y se ata a el un rato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando estés listo para saltar.&lt;br /&gt;ponete fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TOvNGQIMmUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CSg12yQQeL4/s1600/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TOvNGQIMmUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CSg12yQQeL4/s320/1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542749273701783874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:53 p.m. 22/11/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vino a descubrir nuestros secreto.&lt;br /&gt;un día decís lo que te pasa.&lt;br /&gt;y la tormenta mas grande  cae sobre vos.&lt;br /&gt;no resistís.&lt;br /&gt;y volves  bajo su paraguas.&lt;br /&gt;estas tomada&lt;br /&gt;tenes el cuerpo tomado.&lt;br /&gt;involucrada.&lt;br /&gt;no se anima.&lt;br /&gt;te tiene miedo.&lt;br /&gt;corre.&lt;br /&gt;porque vienen por vos.&lt;br /&gt;y esta vez no se salva nadie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-1285907167854606158?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/1285907167854606158/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=1285907167854606158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1285907167854606158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1285907167854606158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/11/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TOvNGQIMmUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CSg12yQQeL4/s72-c/1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-8910035100273799883</id><published>2010-11-03T12:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:07:09.335-03:00</updated><title type='text'>estan viniendo por nosotros.</title><content type='html'>La mujer que te arruino la vida.&lt;br /&gt;va por mas.&lt;br /&gt;Víctima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habla xq tiene miedo al silencio absoluto...&lt;br /&gt;Que todo se apague y agarrarte fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;El lloraba&lt;br /&gt;y ella dormía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca lo vio.&lt;br /&gt;paso.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las preguntas siguen flotando...esperan aque  las respuestas las bajen a la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Nos conocen a las dos.&lt;br /&gt;Nos vimos.&lt;br /&gt;sos tan linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te tacho.&lt;br /&gt;Me pongo fuerte, el verde nos ayuda.&lt;br /&gt;No pido que te desprendas.solo me gustaría saber .&lt;br /&gt;de verdad.te lo juro.&lt;br /&gt;que pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te toca la panza, la mano. mientras su mujer limpia la escalera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta Sos vos... y estos son todos tus miedos.&lt;br /&gt;sacatelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busca captar la esencia.&lt;br /&gt;y se seca las lágrimas, por alguien que no sabe como esta.&lt;br /&gt;Le causa miedo preguntar. preguntarse.&lt;br /&gt;mirarse al espejo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo uso ESTO.&lt;br /&gt;Usas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si nos damos cuenta que todo eso que no queres esta pasando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TNGHwbvPhuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZtlB4s9qM-c/s1600/5+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TNGHwbvPhuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZtlB4s9qM-c/s320/5+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535354683164428002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se están formando.&lt;br /&gt;DEFORMANDO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-8910035100273799883?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/8910035100273799883/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=8910035100273799883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/8910035100273799883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/8910035100273799883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/11/estan-viniendo-por-nosotros.html' title='estan viniendo por nosotros.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TNGHwbvPhuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZtlB4s9qM-c/s72-c/5+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-7176345560556330733</id><published>2010-10-26T17:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:58:26.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go.</title><content type='html'>04:49 26/10/2010&lt;br /&gt;Ella nos miro desde lejos y nos separo.&lt;br /&gt;no pidió demasiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lo termino.&lt;br /&gt;un nudo en la garganta.&lt;br /&gt;y nada mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella aparece y se lleva lo que tiene adelante.&lt;br /&gt;No se fija en nada.&lt;br /&gt;Es su forma.&lt;br /&gt;su Método.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metodista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las propuestas y tus miedos.&lt;br /&gt;con los ojos bien abiertos.&lt;br /&gt;En cuatro tiempos.&lt;br /&gt;sevadelcompas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ortograficamente.&lt;br /&gt;como se hace.&lt;br /&gt;para soltar&lt;br /&gt;y salir vivo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No queríamos eso.&lt;br /&gt;estábamos buscando que el mar nos moje&lt;br /&gt;nos empape.&lt;br /&gt;y apenas nos toco los dedos de los pies.-&lt;br /&gt;la sorpresa.&lt;br /&gt;los soñé, por suerte no paso.&lt;br /&gt;si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dice que no sabe.-&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que decís.&lt;br /&gt;Los instantes de desnudez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TMdAuPJwgZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CX6W34rNEeU/s1600/cuerpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TMdAuPJwgZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CX6W34rNEeU/s320/cuerpo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532461830333563282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te despertas para eso.&lt;br /&gt;regalas sonrisas por la calle.&lt;br /&gt;El.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-7176345560556330733?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/7176345560556330733/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=7176345560556330733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7176345560556330733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7176345560556330733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TMdAuPJwgZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CX6W34rNEeU/s72-c/cuerpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-5280101667665247183</id><published>2010-10-24T18:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:13:39.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando salga a encontrarte</title><content type='html'>a veces pienso que es mejor no tener... no conocerte, separarte de mi&lt;br /&gt;pero volves y me sacas&lt;br /&gt;me buscas eso&lt;br /&gt;y lo encontras&lt;br /&gt;tan fácil soy&lt;br /&gt;tendría ganas d entrar&lt;br /&gt;en vos&lt;br /&gt;descubrir q estas pensando cuando me lees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando decidí saltar&lt;br /&gt;fue por vos&lt;br /&gt;cuando salí del silencio y volvimos a encontrarnos en un abrazo.&lt;br /&gt;las imagenes que no fueron&lt;br /&gt;las fotos que nos debemos.&lt;br /&gt;los regalos que te tendría que dar&lt;br /&gt;y los besos que no vamos a compartir-&lt;br /&gt;vos y tu soledad&lt;br /&gt;tu oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;vas a seguir así?&lt;br /&gt;el quiere que lo encuentren&lt;br /&gt;pero se oculta&lt;br /&gt;yo tengo mucho miedo.&lt;br /&gt;las lágrimas que no te di.&lt;br /&gt;el miedo a salir&lt;br /&gt;vos no sos para mi&lt;br /&gt;no nos descubrimos&lt;br /&gt;y ya volví a caer&lt;br /&gt;me sacas&lt;br /&gt;me enloqueces&lt;br /&gt;me tembló el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;me sacaste de eje&lt;br /&gt;me maree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todoesomegusto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TMSvSal11mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R1pxk6-kr8Y/s1600/61937_493930166144_704451144_7255551_2691539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TMSvSal11mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R1pxk6-kr8Y/s320/61937_493930166144_704451144_7255551_2691539_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531738973228357218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuanto mas vas a tardar&lt;br /&gt;mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella cuestiona y pierde&lt;br /&gt;el no habla y gana&lt;br /&gt;desaparece...&lt;br /&gt;a la espera&lt;br /&gt;los nervios de punta&lt;br /&gt;la idea de volver a tener un momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganas de llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos a escondernos de todo-&lt;br /&gt;vos te haces amiga de ella&lt;br /&gt;pero ella no te pertenece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadie te pertenece-&lt;br /&gt;guardate,mantenete,explorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejar de lado&lt;br /&gt;las mentiras&lt;br /&gt;la soledad&lt;br /&gt;y esos ojos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-5280101667665247183?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/5280101667665247183/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=5280101667665247183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/5280101667665247183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/5280101667665247183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/10/cuando-salga-encontrarte.html' title='Cuando salga a encontrarte'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TMSvSal11mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R1pxk6-kr8Y/s72-c/61937_493930166144_704451144_7255551_2691539_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-2615893148228282212</id><published>2010-10-18T12:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:58:00.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El terror de la terraza.-</title><content type='html'>12:40 19/10/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se saca los zapatos y con su vestido liviano se atreve a ponerse frente al sol.&lt;br /&gt;Dándole la espalda.&lt;br /&gt;Tapándolo.&lt;br /&gt;Creyendo ser mas importante.&lt;br /&gt;No sos lo que todos esperábamos.&lt;br /&gt;Todos entendimos quien eras.&lt;br /&gt;Si vos no estas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ella esta lejos.vuelve.&lt;br /&gt;Viene a robar un poco de aire.&lt;br /&gt;que pasa?&lt;br /&gt;y si un día te hago elegir.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tipo esta cada día mas boludo.&lt;br /&gt;jodido de mierda.&lt;br /&gt;tu joda tiene nombre.&lt;br /&gt;y si te pasa eso. porq no cambias.&lt;br /&gt;si ya sos conciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cambia.&lt;br /&gt;cambiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simpática.la hija de puta.&lt;br /&gt;mala onda. la hija de puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todavía estoy sin aire.&lt;br /&gt;y vos te cortas el pelo.&lt;br /&gt;no te afeites&lt;br /&gt;y comprame todo eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salí a caminar bajo el sol.&lt;br /&gt;no a taparlo.&lt;br /&gt;no sos mas grande que el.&lt;br /&gt;nunca vas a serlo.&lt;br /&gt;salí y grita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TLxt-Vdui6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/C7izMmYQJjU/s1600/DSC00460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TLxt-Vdui6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/C7izMmYQJjU/s320/DSC00460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529415360185273250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-2615893148228282212?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/2615893148228282212/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=2615893148228282212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2615893148228282212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2615893148228282212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-terror-de-la-terraza.html' title='El terror de la terraza.-'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TLxt-Vdui6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/C7izMmYQJjU/s72-c/DSC00460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-1314326426949324533</id><published>2010-09-21T11:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:27:36.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Otro final. Una primavera mas.</title><content type='html'>04:18 10/09/2010&lt;br /&gt;El día que se te ocurrió. entrar.&lt;br /&gt;verla&lt;br /&gt;me dio una mezcla de odio y envidia.&lt;br /&gt;ya la elegiste.&lt;br /&gt;nunca te animaste&lt;br /&gt;que te extrañe mas que a todo.&lt;br /&gt;que me tenga que comer. todo.&lt;br /&gt;y que solo me dedique a tropezar con una piedra. con tal de no traerte a mi cabeza.a mis palabras.-&lt;br /&gt;la música suena tan feliz.&lt;br /&gt;llovió.&lt;br /&gt;y me dieron ganas de odiarte.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando el milagro, me empape.&lt;br /&gt;la paredes se cierran.&lt;br /&gt;Me escaparía.&lt;br /&gt;Me metería en el agua y aguantaria un largo rato.&lt;br /&gt;gritaría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me bañaste de cosas maravillosas...&lt;br /&gt;pero me rellenas de dolor.ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo errores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAT KING COLE :PRETEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04:06 14/09/2010&lt;br /&gt;te preparas un café y se enfría en menos de 5 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;no llegas al escritorio.&lt;br /&gt;como era de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;dormiríamos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;comeríamos.&lt;br /&gt;no me convence lo que me propones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;si...?&lt;br /&gt;no...no.&lt;br /&gt;ya no tenia porque estar guardando.&lt;br /&gt;todo.&lt;br /&gt;es eso lo que pasa. lo que es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos buscas algo que no queres encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TJjNAXjaeiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yjWR8LMvPNE/s1600/sumo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TJjNAXjaeiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yjWR8LMvPNE/s320/sumo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519386749548788258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya me quiero ir... quiero tener miedo.&lt;br /&gt;y dar una vuelta manzana&lt;br /&gt;cuando la luz no este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negro.&lt;br /&gt;comida.&lt;br /&gt;gases.&lt;br /&gt;café&lt;br /&gt;alfajor..&lt;br /&gt;olor.&lt;br /&gt;calor.&lt;br /&gt;frío.&lt;br /&gt;ruido.&lt;br /&gt;sucios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy a esperar un poco mas.&lt;br /&gt;hoy es el primer día...&lt;br /&gt;el camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:23 21/09/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se armo un zafarrancho.&lt;br /&gt;se metió en un laberinto con la intensión de perderse.&lt;br /&gt;se perdió.&lt;br /&gt;A los mensajes le adjunto un poco de miedo.&lt;br /&gt;siempre.&lt;br /&gt;la primer flor.&lt;br /&gt;de la persona.&lt;br /&gt;que no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vomitaste.&lt;br /&gt;y te dormiste...&lt;br /&gt;nos abrazamos. y nos separamos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vos te gustaría?&lt;br /&gt;los espíritus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos soñaron con la primavera...&lt;br /&gt;se puede soñar en blanco y negro.¿?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los números.&lt;br /&gt;pulgar para arriba.&lt;br /&gt;No esperaban menos de él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo necesitas verlo.&lt;br /&gt;y reírte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TJjNBJF3SFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NVzgkOLAxhw/s1600/CSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TJjNBJF3SFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/NVzgkOLAxhw/s320/CSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519386762846619730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;dormirte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-1314326426949324533?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/1314326426949324533/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=1314326426949324533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1314326426949324533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1314326426949324533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/09/0418-10092010-el-dia-que-se-te-ocurrio.html' title='Otro final. Una primavera mas.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TJjNAXjaeiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yjWR8LMvPNE/s72-c/sumo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-7398791949231960224</id><published>2010-09-02T16:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:35:02.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Métodos.</title><content type='html'>04:12 02/09/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TH_6biKp2CI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xQEpq71o2jA/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TH_6biKp2CI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xQEpq71o2jA/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512399819859679266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solito&lt;br /&gt;sentadito&lt;br /&gt;con un peinado muy prolijo.&lt;br /&gt;no se sabe si se baño.&lt;br /&gt;se lo ve bien.&lt;br /&gt;un poco pálido.&lt;br /&gt;pero le gusto, sentarse y mirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quien te miraba.&lt;br /&gt;te miraba o te veía.¿?&lt;br /&gt;y cuando sea el momento.&lt;br /&gt;no vas a sonreír, solo te vas a lamentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te llevan al subsuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no delegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es tan raro.&lt;br /&gt;tan distinto..&lt;br /&gt;solo el pelo tienen parecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TH_6aYg7RyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZVMyFwzMnqA/s1600/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TH_6aYg7RyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZVMyFwzMnqA/s320/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512399800088872738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que no te pregunte, porq va a escuchar algo que no le va a  gustar.&lt;br /&gt;da bronca pensarte.&lt;br /&gt;y seguir siendo buena.&lt;br /&gt;no me hiciste nada&lt;br /&gt;no nos hicimos nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dejaste la semilla...y ya esta germinando.&lt;br /&gt;su paciencia...&lt;br /&gt;necesito un poco de perfume, para completar el estado y salir corriendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no nos vamos&lt;br /&gt;nos quedamos.&lt;br /&gt;para hacerte la vida imposible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apuntaste.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca va a respetar nada.&lt;br /&gt;siempre ella va a estar desprolija...&lt;br /&gt;todo su vida fue correcta.&lt;br /&gt;ahora ya no quiere eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habla de la muerte, la desea.&lt;br /&gt;pero es todo una mentira.&lt;br /&gt;podes llorar.&lt;br /&gt;gritar.&lt;br /&gt;y después vas a volver a respirar y un día te vas a reír...&lt;br /&gt;y te vas a olvidar de ese deseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TH_6ay6FzRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N6cHsS_Qd0o/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TH_6ay6FzRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N6cHsS_Qd0o/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512399807173741842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-7398791949231960224?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/7398791949231960224/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=7398791949231960224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7398791949231960224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7398791949231960224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/09/metodos.html' title='Métodos.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TH_6biKp2CI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xQEpq71o2jA/s72-c/DSC_0283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-2110979274883930184</id><published>2010-08-18T15:37:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:42:46.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>esto no va a salir bien</title><content type='html'>11:02 18/08/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGw80p-gl9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pdC9CbzF4eA/s1600/para+vos+negra+y+los+vagos+de+la+esq+I1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGw80p-gl9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pdC9CbzF4eA/s320/para+vos+negra+y+los+vagos+de+la+esq+I1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506843319686174674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desprendí de todas mis cosas.&lt;br /&gt;deje la mochila.&lt;br /&gt;ella dijo que quería su lugar para bailar..&lt;br /&gt;lo va a tener.&lt;br /&gt;es muy persistente con algunas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero llevar.&lt;br /&gt;y te amarras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando era chica solía hacer cosas que ahora de grande solo te las cuento a vos.&lt;br /&gt;y me río de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulgares para arriba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella no es igual a el.&lt;br /&gt;el no es iguala ella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los nombres coinciden&lt;br /&gt;no mas que eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;largo bien largo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una chocolatada&lt;br /&gt;rodeada de azulejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas tan lejos.&lt;br /&gt;Los bichos volaron por alrededor nuestro mientras comíamos.. era como si nos estuviéramos pudriendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que no te guste.&lt;br /&gt;que te agrade.&lt;br /&gt;que te resulte simpática su forma de no entender las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;citas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada día pienso en el. me pongo sus cosas.&lt;br /&gt;trato de no llorar.&lt;br /&gt;el fue feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuarzo verde.&lt;br /&gt;Venus.&lt;br /&gt;aventurina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/AwzaifhSw2c/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AwzaifhSw2c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AwzaifhSw2c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el día que la pierda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la mujer que me puede.&lt;br /&gt;me tengo que ir con ella unos días.&lt;br /&gt;y que me cuente todo eso.&lt;br /&gt;volver a esa cena.&lt;br /&gt;solos los 3.&lt;br /&gt;y yo escuchando.los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:25 18/08/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGw80W4T8DI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-9OMHU25PhQ/s1600/para+vos+negra+y+los+vagos+de+la+esq+IIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGw80W4T8DI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-9OMHU25PhQ/s320/para+vos+negra+y+los+vagos+de+la+esq+IIII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506843314559905842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu misión es&lt;br /&gt;emborracharla.&lt;br /&gt;drogarla.&lt;br /&gt;conquistarla.&lt;br /&gt;mirarla&lt;br /&gt;tocarla.&lt;br /&gt;seducirla&lt;br /&gt;y enamorarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo eso pase.&lt;br /&gt;corre. lejos.&lt;br /&gt;porq todo va a explotar.&lt;br /&gt;y todos vamos a salir lastimado.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos lo sabíamos antes de conocernos.&lt;br /&gt;Son cosas que queríamos que pasen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;los olores de cada uno.&lt;br /&gt;sumergite.&lt;br /&gt;sentí.&lt;br /&gt;y después intenta desprenderte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-2110979274883930184?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/2110979274883930184/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=2110979274883930184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2110979274883930184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2110979274883930184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/08/esto-no-va-salir-bien.html' title='esto no va a salir bien'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGw80p-gl9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/pdC9CbzF4eA/s72-c/para+vos+negra+y+los+vagos+de+la+esq+I1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-6438903779125003373</id><published>2010-08-13T12:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:05:34.205-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Molestias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGVszXV2ooI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Iq_wxmkihMs/s1600/Imagen+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGVszXV2ooI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Iq_wxmkihMs/s320/Imagen+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504925749225104002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribir en un bloc de notas&lt;br /&gt;lo que no hay que olvidar-&lt;br /&gt;una mochila y una valijita.&lt;br /&gt;2pantalones 1 jogging&lt;br /&gt;2 buzos&lt;br /&gt;un gorro&lt;br /&gt;una campera&lt;br /&gt;medias y bombachas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy a entenderme con ellas...&lt;br /&gt;espero que se dejen.&lt;br /&gt;que me dejen..&lt;br /&gt;yo ya las deje.entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comprariamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGVsylAtwfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3TNF6WFdqNs/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGVsylAtwfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3TNF6WFdqNs/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504925735714669042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vos con tu novia.¿?&lt;br /&gt;veni&lt;br /&gt;veni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGVsyzKjmkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BCVNGoFwkZs/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGVsyzKjmkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BCVNGoFwkZs/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504925739514042946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapas.&lt;br /&gt;miedo.&lt;br /&gt;frío.&lt;br /&gt;y miradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando entre voy a tener la sensación de que esta ahí.&lt;br /&gt;en su lugar.&lt;br /&gt;todavía sigo pensando q no era su momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucho humor.&lt;br /&gt;limpio..&lt;br /&gt;y me duermo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-6438903779125003373?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/6438903779125003373/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=6438903779125003373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/6438903779125003373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/6438903779125003373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/08/molestias.html' title='Molestias'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGVszXV2ooI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Iq_wxmkihMs/s72-c/Imagen+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-2530018093804798764</id><published>2010-08-12T17:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:25:52.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De naranja.</title><content type='html'>Si me animara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGRYSszvk7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/DHb200Vnmaw/s1600/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGRYSszvk7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/DHb200Vnmaw/s320/DSC00497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504621722842665906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasaríamos horas en la cama.&lt;br /&gt;dando vueltas, sin saber si nos tenemos que levantar&lt;br /&gt;o seguir en esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comprariamos todo lo necesario.&lt;br /&gt;rollos, flores, galletitas, leche&lt;br /&gt;un pollo&lt;br /&gt;y café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGRYSw5kzXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2lxusVbCphQ/s1600/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGRYSw5kzXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2lxusVbCphQ/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504621723940867442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no saldríamos.&lt;br /&gt;nos enroscaríamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un poco de pochoclos.&lt;br /&gt;música.&lt;br /&gt;y saldríamos a gatillarle a quien se nos cruce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos meteríamos a ver una.&lt;br /&gt;nos comería la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;y nos gustaría probar un poco mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos burlaríamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y volveríamos a ser eso que nunca fuimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difícil  decir tantas palabras.&lt;br /&gt;voy.&lt;br /&gt;me fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un día te cuento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el sigue gritando. todos esperan que un día se quede sin voz.!&lt;br /&gt;eso no va a pasar.&lt;br /&gt;ya lo se.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-2530018093804798764?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/2530018093804798764/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=2530018093804798764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2530018093804798764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2530018093804798764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/08/de-naranja.html' title='De naranja.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGRYSszvk7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/DHb200Vnmaw/s72-c/DSC00497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-4327935275152980862</id><published>2010-08-09T15:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:34:26.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esperaba magia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGBJilISVyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b4BlAr6yBco/s1600/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGBJilISVyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b4BlAr6yBco/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503479603077994274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperaba que la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desenrosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y solo se digno a hablar sobre otros.&lt;br /&gt;que no le importe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonita.&lt;br /&gt;vos sabes que es lo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tenes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seguís&lt;/span&gt; muda.&lt;br /&gt;mas que nunca&lt;br /&gt;es necesario encontrarse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGBJi75i3bI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gi8cDiwIXHg/s1600/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGBJi75i3bI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gi8cDiwIXHg/s320/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503479609190178226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el agua limpia.&lt;br /&gt;Vas a salir a encontrarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te vas a tirar de cabeza, te vas a romper bien la cara-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que ya no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estén&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esperan el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impacto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compraremos todo lo que sea necesario. para no salir. por 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;ya tengo casi todo.&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;empujón&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no me lo vana  dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salir al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;entrar y tener &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;reir&lt;/span&gt;. y perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ponete&lt;/span&gt; a escuchar todo eso que un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; odiaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;encontré&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;el tipo te canta.&lt;br /&gt;y te haces pis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te caigas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;porq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nose&lt;/span&gt; quien te va a levantar.&lt;br /&gt;no pongas mal a los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;demás&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dejalos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;separa-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;seguí&lt;/span&gt; escuchando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-4327935275152980862?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/4327935275152980862/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=4327935275152980862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/4327935275152980862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/4327935275152980862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/08/esperaba-magia-esperaba-que-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/TGBJilISVyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b4BlAr6yBco/s72-c/DSC00491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-8661994318064325247</id><published>2010-05-27T17:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:46:49.191-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre la misma</title><content type='html'>Todos se van y ella grita y cierra fuerte la puerta.&lt;br /&gt;Vas a necesitar respirar tanto.&lt;br /&gt;es un ratito nada mas.&lt;br /&gt;que tan mal. te puede hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Un viaje de esos.&lt;br /&gt;Los mas chiquitos estaban tristes. y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;volvió&lt;/span&gt; la felicidad. cuando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apareció&lt;/span&gt; de sorpresa.&lt;br /&gt;que no te ve mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a separar.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a sacar lo que hay que sacar.&lt;br /&gt;miedo.&lt;br /&gt;miedo.&lt;br /&gt;Esta complemente solo. y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; se va a quedar.&lt;br /&gt;el calambre en el estomago vuelve...&lt;br /&gt;y vos saliste con tu pelo suelto..&lt;br /&gt;y te gusto que te lo toquen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S_7ZtmKdPeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3uTCw5tLorQ/s1600/20640010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S_7ZtmKdPeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3uTCw5tLorQ/s320/20640010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476053574290849250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie lo hace como yo.&lt;br /&gt;El es raro.&lt;br /&gt;le gusta eso.&lt;br /&gt;No sabe escribir.&lt;br /&gt;No sabe leer. odia. se odia.&lt;br /&gt;cree que es lo mas importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una salida con ella.&lt;br /&gt;que tratemos&lt;br /&gt;entender.compartir.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a salir. a correr por la orilla. a tirarse de cabeza.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S_7ZtOlY02I/AAAAAAAAAHk/dwWpgdRzcNQ/s1600/20650024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S_7ZtOlY02I/AAAAAAAAAHk/dwWpgdRzcNQ/s320/20650024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476053567961355106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y antes de caer-&lt;br /&gt;vamos a respirar.&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;no te vas&lt;/span&gt; a lastimar.&lt;br /&gt;sufrir.la nada.&lt;br /&gt;compremos todo eso.&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;llevame&lt;/span&gt; a caminar por el agua... a acostarme sobre una vereda naranja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los perros te muerden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-8661994318064325247?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/8661994318064325247/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=8661994318064325247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/8661994318064325247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/8661994318064325247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/05/siempre-la-misma.html' title='Siempre la misma'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S_7ZtmKdPeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3uTCw5tLorQ/s72-c/20640010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-2435140404750049710</id><published>2010-05-17T00:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:53:44.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando se presente la oportunidad.</title><content type='html'>Para que luchar por los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uno ya abandona todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y todo eso queda en un segundo plano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vamos a seguir buscando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no vamos a encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que seas mi guia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no digamos nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te tires arriba mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me podes sacar el aire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con muy pocas palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganas de dormir poco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seguir, con lo mismo que ya no es mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te estaba buscando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encontré&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy arranco el viaje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya nos sentamos a charlar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mi me da miedo...pero estoy para hacerlo. tengo que hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPRICHOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vamos a dejar nada por la mitad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sacas el aire, estoy bajo el agua y me sacaste el aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Como estas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los fantasmas vuelven. cuando ellos quieren... o cuando uno los llama tanto...o les rompen tanto las bolas. que vienen asustan sacan el aire y te dejan blanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el temblor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las ganas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una bola de nervios sale rodando desde su cama, le pasa por arriba y se la lleva con ella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la quiere soltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S_C9N_9MSmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cb_2laBvxMw/s1600/Imagen+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472081595459193442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S_C9N_9MSmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cb_2laBvxMw/s320/Imagen+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la serpiente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-2435140404750049710?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/2435140404750049710/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=2435140404750049710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2435140404750049710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2435140404750049710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuando-se-presente-la-oportunidad.html' title='cuando se presente la oportunidad.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S_C9N_9MSmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Cb_2laBvxMw/s72-c/Imagen+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-3049324158962560561</id><published>2010-05-13T17:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:41:52.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference between us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/PhW7FLo6peU/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhW7FLo6peU&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhW7FLo6peU&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja de moverte adentro mio.&lt;br /&gt;me saque los anteojos y veo otra cosa.&lt;br /&gt;tus cosas por un lado.&lt;br /&gt;las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mías&lt;/span&gt; por otro.&lt;br /&gt;Vos no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sentís&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Yo trato de respirar.&lt;br /&gt;y no llorar. algo que no hay que hacer es llorar en este caso.&lt;br /&gt;yo me sume.&lt;br /&gt;y el fantasma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apareció&lt;/span&gt; y se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comió&lt;/span&gt; todo....&lt;br /&gt;ilusiones.&lt;br /&gt;de viaje.&lt;br /&gt;a la nada.&lt;br /&gt;el verano nos trato tan bien. vino el otoño y nos saco todo,.&lt;br /&gt;Toma aire.y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sacalo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tan raro.&lt;br /&gt;Tan largo.&lt;br /&gt;El fantasma. Lo veo. venir.&lt;br /&gt;un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; de estos voy a vomitar. Tanto.&lt;br /&gt;y te vas a manchar.&lt;br /&gt;Me pongo los lente.s&lt;br /&gt;sale lo peor de mi.&lt;br /&gt;es tan asquerosamente linda&lt;br /&gt;me tengo que ir.&lt;br /&gt;me quiero ir.&lt;br /&gt;un paso di.&lt;br /&gt;jugando a lastimar&lt;br /&gt;a el otro.&lt;br /&gt;interesante....me das nervios.&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;estes&lt;/span&gt; ausente. que no vuelvas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuando yo&lt;/span&gt; quiero. que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;estes&lt;/span&gt;. que te vea y me muera- porque no voy a poder respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nadiemuriodeamor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S-xiNZNmTbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rLr2Yf2Z6tI/s1600/1er+foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: 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Tierra- Luna Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/ouMh31y2PNY/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouMh31y2PNY&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouMh31y2PNY&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-2741010416754152611?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/2741010416754152611/comments/default' title='Comentarios 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-5337519088559339072</id><published>2010-05-11T11:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:43:33.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Después&lt;/span&gt; de unos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; de mi cumpleaños.&lt;br /&gt;todo esta muy distinto.&lt;br /&gt;y yo sigo caminando.&lt;br /&gt;Una gran noche, nos empapo de risas y miradas fijas.&lt;br /&gt;Se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;veían&lt;/span&gt; cosas.&lt;br /&gt;No estamos para perder tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;con tus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;planteos&lt;/span&gt;.-&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a salir de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rápido&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;y no nos vamos a encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;por mucho tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;tengo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aguantar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S-lsPxeFjCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/egLy9fI6dtg/s1600/1205625101_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S-lsPxeFjCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/egLy9fI6dtg/s320/1205625101_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470022240651545634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dolores y los miedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los nervios y el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las preguntas que no salieron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Había&lt;/span&gt; algo para preguntar.¿?&lt;br /&gt;Mucho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aflojate&lt;/span&gt;.y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dejate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi guia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fijate&lt;/span&gt; una fecha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;comprate&lt;/span&gt; los mapas.&lt;br /&gt;y camina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;comió&lt;/span&gt; a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-5337519088559339072?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S-lsPxeFjCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/egLy9fI6dtg/s72-c/1205625101_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-6360904056117738775</id><published>2010-04-22T12:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:41:28.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan : Ballad Of a Thin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/z4UhPxQooh0/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4UhPxQooh0&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z4UhPxQooh0&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S9BqVc5UdQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kPpN1CK7eAc/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S9BqVc5UdQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kPpN1CK7eAc/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462983264766817538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compartimos.&lt;br /&gt;comimos. juntos.&lt;br /&gt;y me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acario&lt;/span&gt; la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;y te deban &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gans&lt;/span&gt; de estar en una montaña.. de humanos.&lt;br /&gt;el ambiente brillaba.&lt;br /&gt;el negro se vino a mis ojos.&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;solte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;llore.&lt;br /&gt;lo vi.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S9BqU8DqmyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/frngg4doW5U/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S9BqU8DqmyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/frngg4doW5U/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462983255951842082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella lloraba.&lt;br /&gt;y se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;encerró&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nos contaron historias &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maravillosas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cosas que tengo que conocer.&lt;br /&gt;YO SOY.&lt;br /&gt;buscando una frase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sabado&lt;/span&gt; y domingo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;horass&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;de luz.&lt;br /&gt;tan chiquita.&lt;br /&gt;tan grande.&lt;br /&gt;70 veces 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ángel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;violeta.&lt;br /&gt;negro.&lt;br /&gt;agua.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI HIJO SE COME LOS MOCOS.&lt;br /&gt;sentado en un colectivo.&lt;br /&gt;busca, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nose&lt;/span&gt; si encuentra. pero busca&lt;br /&gt;muchas veces..&lt;br /&gt;se come las uñas..&lt;br /&gt;y tira algunos al aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tendríamos&lt;/span&gt; que ordenarnos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.terrysdiary.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S9BqVc5UdQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kPpN1CK7eAc/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-4016844702501618664</id><published>2010-04-20T17:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:13:26.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para variar muy poco. cambia las sabanas.</title><content type='html'>vuelvo en abril.&lt;br /&gt;él me dio ganas.&lt;br /&gt;él me da ganas.&lt;br /&gt;todo el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;son las 17.16 y estoy frente a esta pantalla...&lt;br /&gt;tratando de no dormirme.&lt;br /&gt;presento ganancias.&lt;br /&gt;esto no es para mi, todos lo sabemos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy comimos unas rabas-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84OJfiWzeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mAfGR5GKvpk/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84OJfiWzeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mAfGR5GKvpk/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462318954294201826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy en duda.&lt;br /&gt;el otro.&lt;br /&gt;dice cosas.&lt;br /&gt;que me miro.y me vio.&lt;br /&gt;desnuda-&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;torzo&lt;/span&gt; desnudo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; me acuerdo de Él. el gran hombre.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero atraparlo. no lo quiero soltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aunq&lt;/span&gt; me saque el aire por momento.&lt;br /&gt;me quiero volver a tirar a la pileta....tomar mucho aire y quedarme abajo un buen rato....&lt;br /&gt;y si.&lt;br /&gt;que nadie entienda.&lt;br /&gt;que yo me acuerde.&lt;br /&gt;es como si te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estuviese&lt;/span&gt; matando.&lt;br /&gt;tanta sangre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Enter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nº9.&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy lista para volver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-4016844702501618664?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/4016844702501618664/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84OJfiWzeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mAfGR5GKvpk/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-5153301754732313845</id><published>2008-02-02T02:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:11:25.725-02:00</updated><title type='text'>vamos a jugar a un juego...</title><content type='html'>cuando yo llamo el no responde..&lt;br /&gt;cuando yo le pregunto...el no responde.&lt;br /&gt;cuando lo pienso..aparece y se va rapido.&lt;br /&gt;camina 2 segundo por mi cabeza.. y desaparec.&lt;br /&gt;lo grito.&lt;br /&gt;lo digo entre dientes..&lt;br /&gt;y el no aprece.&lt;br /&gt; el fantasma. que mas esta presente..&lt;br /&gt;es feo no poder sacarlos.. cuando ni siquiera esta...&lt;br /&gt;el no sabe que pertence.&lt;br /&gt;y que lugar ocupa.&lt;br /&gt;que lugar.&lt;br /&gt;tan importante..&lt;br /&gt;que puede ser&lt;br /&gt; nombrado bulgarmente como corazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te respiro.&lt;br /&gt;me asusto.....&lt;br /&gt;piesno y sucede.&lt;br /&gt;que ella no aparesca...&lt;br /&gt; que estes vos.&lt;br /&gt;y que si que etes y no te salgas.. de ese lugar..&lt;br /&gt;el nos recomienda..&lt;br /&gt;una dosis de armonia.&lt;br /&gt;?¿&lt;br /&gt;eso esta bien.&lt;br /&gt; yo te recomiendo.. que recorras.&lt;br /&gt;y que veas.&lt;br /&gt;y veas.,&lt;br /&gt;y mires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te puedo dejar tantos de eso.. aunq a mi no me gustan peroe stoy dispuesta.&lt;br /&gt; que lindo.&lt;br /&gt;no que no sos..&lt;br /&gt;y hasta que otro.. camine hasta por donde vos caminaste y habitaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellos. te refrscan la mente... y te dejan.. vivirla..&lt;br /&gt; disfruta.. y vivi en paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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juego...'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-7906954093360847829</id><published>2007-12-17T16:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:12:31.186-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><title type='text'>una obsecion..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/R2bV2u5liWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Eivcg7UeM5o/s1600-h/candace+meyer+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145034760596588898" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/R2bV2u5liWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Eivcg7UeM5o/s400/candace+meyer+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mirar&lt;br /&gt;todo el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;te saca la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imaginación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...¿? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no para nada a mi me esta abriendo puertas.. que en su momento... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;estaban&lt;/span&gt; y que por motivos ajenos las cerraron... o no se explotaron.&lt;br /&gt;hoy intento abrir esa puerta de nuevo..&lt;br /&gt;busco.&lt;br /&gt;veo.&lt;br /&gt;que son tan lindas.&lt;br /&gt;que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;podría&lt;/span&gt; hace cosas magnificas con ellas..&lt;br /&gt;gente que te dice que si...! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hacelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .. ya !. no pierdas mas tiempo..&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;miércoles&lt;/span&gt; puede que arranque.. otro momento en mi vida.. puede que no.. pero ojala que si..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/R2bV3O5liYI/AAAAAAAAADM/hUMuGShxjow/s1600-h/candace+meyer+giirljpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145034769186523522" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/R2bV3O5liYI/AAAAAAAAADM/hUMuGShxjow/s400/candace+meyer+giirljpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candacemeyer.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.candacemeyer.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuantas veces mas te vas a ocultar.¡?&lt;br /&gt;cuando va a ser el momento en el que te tires a la pileta... proba.. nena.!&lt;br /&gt;no tengas miedo..&lt;br /&gt;la gente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;confía&lt;/span&gt; en vos.&lt;br /&gt;esta dispuesta.&lt;br /&gt;y se lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pidió&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las fascinaciones de cada uno..&lt;br /&gt;creo que es lindo preguntarse varias veces al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;.. si estas disfrutando eso que estas haciendo..-&lt;br /&gt;me voy a comprar una taza muy grande para poder hacerme un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;té&lt;/span&gt;..o un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt;...o un algo.. en gran cantidad... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;porq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; siempre me quedo con ganas de mas.. esta bien suele pasar con muchas cosas. pero por ahora voy a comprarme una taza grande... lo otro se vera-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/R2bV2-5liXI/AAAAAAAAADE/hD1nAhqm-BI/s1600-h/77320-large%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145034764891556210" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/R2bV2-5liXI/AAAAAAAAADE/hD1nAhqm-BI/s400/77320-large%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son buenos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es lindo descargar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-7906954093360847829?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/7906954093360847829/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=7906954093360847829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7906954093360847829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7906954093360847829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/12/una-obsecion.html' title='una obsecion..'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/R2bV2u5liWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Eivcg7UeM5o/s72-c/candace+meyer+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-7928853067734643018</id><published>2007-10-18T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:15:27.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cartas.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RxeHEkuFlDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kzbmbDWGyiI/s1600-h/candy-1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122711613803435058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RxeHEkuFlDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kzbmbDWGyiI/s400/candy-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuando&lt;/span&gt; dejas de escribir por un tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;volves&lt;/span&gt; y te das cuanta de lo bien que te hacia .. hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy busco un papel a medio usar, para escribir una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sensacion&lt;/span&gt; que se a apodera de mi ...una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sensación&lt;/span&gt; FEA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RxeGCEuFlCI/AAAAAAAAACs/MrlUJME3euI/s1600-h/DSCF5123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122710471342134306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RxeGCEuFlCI/AAAAAAAAACs/MrlUJME3euI/s400/DSCF5123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;él&lt;/span&gt; te dice SI! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sonreís&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando su SI! no se cumple aparece la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sensacion&lt;/span&gt; de golpe y te invade y en poco se ramifica y se apodera de todo tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Buscas soluciones...que no te llevan a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ningún&lt;/span&gt; lado,&lt;br /&gt;mas que al darte cuenta de lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;estúpida&lt;/span&gt; que es una a la hora de abrir dejar entrar y salir sentimiento &lt;strong&gt;sin filtro.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy&lt;br /&gt;es la 1era carta que te escribo.&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tmb&lt;/span&gt; la 1era que no te voy a dar.&lt;br /&gt;eso no se si es una buena señal, para esto que es nada.&lt;br /&gt;y que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nose&lt;/span&gt; si alguna ves&lt;br /&gt;sera&lt;br /&gt;aunque debo admitir que la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fantasía&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rotularnos&lt;/span&gt; como algo...se paso y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;deambula&lt;/span&gt; por mi cabeza..&lt;br /&gt;quien sos¿? a donde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;queres&lt;/span&gt; llegar¿?&lt;br /&gt;es&lt;/strong&gt; sano?¿ es lindo¿?&lt;br /&gt;te gusto¿? que te pasa¿?&lt;br /&gt;las preguntas.&lt;br /&gt;que deben salir de mi boca.&lt;br /&gt;antes de que "esto" se traslade a una parte de mi cuerpo que estas empezando a h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;abitar&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-69465a1fe4b7a56" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/7928853067734643018/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=7928853067734643018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7928853067734643018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7928853067734643018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/10/cartas.html' title='cartas.-'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RxeHEkuFlDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kzbmbDWGyiI/s72-c/candy-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-2779402053169472481</id><published>2007-08-27T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:30:33.861-03:00</updated><title type='text'>raros dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGBKu3OuY0U&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGBKu3OuY0U&amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mode&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;related&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RtOHWhlta0I/AAAAAAAAACk/Nd3nQOfYOXI/s1600-h/plasticines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103571623784311618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RtOHWhlta0I/AAAAAAAAACk/Nd3nQOfYOXI/s400/plasticines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; raros.&lt;br /&gt;si los hay .&lt;br /&gt;hoy me levanto temprano me quiero bañar y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt; cola.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uff&lt;/span&gt;-! me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acosté&lt;/span&gt; nuevamente hasta que sea mi turno.&lt;br /&gt;primera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reunión&lt;/span&gt; con el elenco. que responsabilidad.!&lt;br /&gt;voy a averiguar predios de unas entradas.&lt;br /&gt;salgo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; casi que me duermo en el colectivo. mientras el sol me pegaba en mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pechito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;llego a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;un desastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Catalina&lt;/span&gt;. muy mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muy mal.&lt;br /&gt;ya lloramos.&lt;br /&gt;ya la acariciamos.&lt;br /&gt;se cae a la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;uff&lt;/span&gt; que linda perra. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;porq&lt;/span&gt;.¿?&lt;br /&gt;cumpleaños de mi hermano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt; mas rara.&lt;br /&gt;padres que se unen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RtOHWhltazI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZEJHOnanvMA/s1600-h/DSCF3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103571623784311602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RtOHWhltazI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZEJHOnanvMA/s400/DSCF3688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frase.&lt;br /&gt;es la primera ves que se va sin que discutamos.&lt;br /&gt;¿¿?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;es necesario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-2779402053169472481?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/2779402053169472481/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=2779402053169472481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2779402053169472481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2779402053169472481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/08/raros-dias.html' title='raros dias'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RtOHWhlta0I/AAAAAAAAACk/Nd3nQOfYOXI/s72-c/plasticines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-1287588407552379664</id><published>2007-08-10T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:46:08.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ok murio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hola como estas ?¿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy es un dia que es perfecto para verte .un dia.&lt;br /&gt;hola.&lt;br /&gt;que, no estas.&lt;br /&gt;maria me canta al oido.&lt;br /&gt;mañana quiero cantar.-&lt;br /&gt;y que vos me digas que esta lindo.lo que cante.&lt;br /&gt;jiji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RrzcU_xdX1I/AAAAAAAAACU/a30vBZRNKFs/s1600-h/DSCF4624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097191131550932818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RrzcU_xdX1I/AAAAAAAAACU/a30vBZRNKFs/s400/DSCF4624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tantas cosas te diria.&lt;br /&gt;listo.ya esta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-1287588407552379664?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/1287588407552379664/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=1287588407552379664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1287588407552379664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1287588407552379664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-murio.html' title='ok murio.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RrzcU_xdX1I/AAAAAAAAACU/a30vBZRNKFs/s72-c/DSCF4624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-8279122642519995947</id><published>2007-07-26T17:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:14:53.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>los niños rien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RqkOtfxdX0I/AAAAAAAAACM/kWfxxhGy6FU/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091617028504903490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RqkOtfxdX0I/AAAAAAAAACM/kWfxxhGy6FU/s400/DSC01580.JPG" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RqkNbvxdXyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A9EmBCzXCjg/s1600-h/DSCF4491.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;tengo un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;montón de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;discos nuevos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;para mi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;veamos que resulta.&lt;br /&gt;en la heladera&lt;br /&gt;un torta.&lt;br /&gt;la del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; del padre-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; del padre que se va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coffeiur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sus canciones te traen a mi cabeza.. cada frase que dice--&lt;br /&gt;un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; si me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;animo&lt;/span&gt; te regalo el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;y te dijo.&lt;br /&gt;piel turquesa de tus nervios.&lt;br /&gt;vi tus labios que temblaban.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;increíble&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aunq&lt;/span&gt; no quiera aceptarlo.&lt;br /&gt;y callemos&lt;br /&gt;tanto.&lt;br /&gt;ayer.&lt;br /&gt;que no&lt;br /&gt;un linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;y me lleva a volar.&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;domingo&lt;/span&gt; no me niego.&lt;br /&gt;me lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;imagene&lt;/span&gt; caminando de mi mano.&lt;br /&gt;eso...&lt;br /&gt;el escote de ella.&lt;br /&gt;que no te tenia&lt;br /&gt;respirar.&lt;br /&gt;y no ser siempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;igua&lt;/span&gt;.l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RqkNcPxdXzI/AAAAAAAAACE/C-NWT2QDSg0/s1600-h/DSCF4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091615632640532274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RqkNcPxdXzI/AAAAAAAAACE/C-NWT2QDSg0/s400/DSCF4540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;en este lugar se habla con miradas.&lt;br /&gt;invitaciones .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1871638439861351129-8279122642519995947?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/8279122642519995947/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RqkOtfxdX0I/AAAAAAAAACM/kWfxxhGy6FU/s72-c/DSC01580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-4893996701464208630</id><published>2007-07-25T18:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T18:46:33.184-03:00</updated><title type='text'>altillo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rqe_2vxdXwI/AAAAAAAAABs/_AT6yOdRk8I/s1600-h/DSCF4491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091248851023388418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rqe_2vxdXwI/AAAAAAAAABs/_AT6yOdRk8I/s400/DSCF4491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;justa&lt;br /&gt;yo creo.&lt;br /&gt;cuando todos te preguntan.&lt;br /&gt;cuando sabes que vas a llegar eso..&lt;br /&gt;sabes que no es bueno pero todo te indica que vas a ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;subo y pienso.miro el dia.&lt;br /&gt;miro lo pequeña.que era y que todavia lo soy.&lt;br /&gt;mire por la ventana.y el cantaba de fondo.ahora canta.nico.lamusica que el me dejo.&lt;br /&gt;ella dice que no piensa .&lt;br /&gt;yo mucho nose pero creo que se cuestiona. bastantes cosas.&lt;br /&gt;cuando el invierno se retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hoy me dio lastima y bronca al mismo tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;en estos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;en que sus sentimientos se ponen a flor de piel es mejor dejarla. sola.&lt;br /&gt;llora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grita.&lt;br /&gt;dormi.&lt;br /&gt;pero yo ya estoy cansada.&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie la ve.&lt;br /&gt;ella encuentra cosas hermosas y lindas de observar.y su obsecion por ellas pero la otra  las trata de estupidas..&lt;br /&gt;cada dia se convense mas..q&lt;br /&gt;cuando me retir.e.&lt;br /&gt;o suba.&lt;br /&gt;sera un respiro profundo.&lt;br /&gt;vos.&lt;br /&gt;uno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rqe_3_xdXxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZndHBaS5diM/s1600-h/DSCF4515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091248872498224914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rqe_3_xdXxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZndHBaS5diM/s400/DSCF4515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-4893996701464208630?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/4893996701464208630/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=4893996701464208630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/4893996701464208630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/4893996701464208630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/07/altillo.html' title='altillo.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rqe_2vxdXwI/AAAAAAAAABs/_AT6yOdRk8I/s72-c/DSCF4491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-1691877722273966968</id><published>2007-05-21T13:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:02:12.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lunes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RlHQeZ55pGI/AAAAAAAAABk/faa1ijeYA6M/s1600-h/DSCF3955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067060276536910946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RlHQeZ55pGI/AAAAAAAAABk/faa1ijeYA6M/s400/DSCF3955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy&lt;br /&gt;te pienso&lt;br /&gt;te escucho&lt;br /&gt;te quiero hablar.&lt;br /&gt;me da miedo.&lt;br /&gt;saber&lt;br /&gt;de vos.&lt;br /&gt;y de ella.&lt;br /&gt;quien no entienda esto&lt;br /&gt;esta bien.&lt;br /&gt;porque no se escrbio par ser entendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi cafè con leche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una cancion hermosa.&lt;br /&gt;((&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05wd1FJ6GCE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05wd1FJ6GCE&lt;/a&gt;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-1691877722273966968?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/1691877722273966968/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=1691877722273966968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1691877722273966968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1691877722273966968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/05/lunes.html' title='lunes..'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RlHQeZ55pGI/AAAAAAAAABk/faa1ijeYA6M/s72-c/DSCF3955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-1838119853435035979</id><published>2007-05-21T02:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T02:19:43.554-03:00</updated><title type='text'>domingo.feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RlErYp55pDI/AAAAAAAAABM/jZd7upB9YzM/s1600-h/DSCF4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066878758334080050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RlErYp55pDI/AAAAAAAAABM/jZd7upB9YzM/s400/DSCF4014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo voy a escribir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que la pase. bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que te sos un loca ubre loca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi hermano me habla y esta dormido..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;siempre me pasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me rio pero me pone nerviosa al mismo tiempo esooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066878749744145442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RlErYJ55pCI/AAAAAAAAABE/QdCwMYGEsXg/s400/DSCF4018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                            hielo.mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.max.nan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo.un trio.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en un auto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066878762629047362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RlErY555pEI/AAAAAAAAABU/4JoT7RrW_mA/s400/DSCF4003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y un chico lindo volador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fotos de un domigo.lindo!.domingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066878766924014674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RlErZJ55pFI/AAAAAAAAABc/qLkZhMxMip0/s400/DSCF4000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-1838119853435035979?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/1838119853435035979/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=1838119853435035979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1838119853435035979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/1838119853435035979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/05/domingofeliz.html' title='domingo.feliz'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RlErYp55pDI/AAAAAAAAABM/jZd7upB9YzM/s72-c/DSCF4014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-8858480048766907710</id><published>2007-05-17T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:08:20.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>soñar-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rkz8VZ55pBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6oDXkxC4fwk/s1600-h/DSCF3604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065701125546157074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rkz8VZ55pBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6oDXkxC4fwk/s400/DSCF3604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soñar con una escalera simboliza cambio y transformación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñar con fruta significa que se acerca un periodo de crecimiento, abundancia y ingresos financieros. En los sueños la fruta generalmente representa deseo y sexualidad. a cambio y transformación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;((soñar que lindo es soñar y acordarse muchisimo mejor.!))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-8858480048766907710?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/8858480048766907710/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=8858480048766907710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/8858480048766907710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/8858480048766907710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/05/soar-con-una-escalera-simboliz-soar-con.html' title='soñar-'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rkz8VZ55pBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6oDXkxC4fwk/s72-c/DSCF3604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-7819851086836609711</id><published>2007-05-17T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T19:44:46.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>una peli y agua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rkzanp55pAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-7stg_Z8WMU/s1600-h/DSCF3949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065664055683425282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rkzanp55pAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-7stg_Z8WMU/s400/DSCF3949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando alguien te dice: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;venís&lt;/span&gt;.?¿&lt;br /&gt;y vos accedes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando no conoces tanto a la persona pero sabes que te vas a llevar bien.&lt;br /&gt;porque la viste y ya sabes que esta todo mas que bien.&lt;br /&gt;hablaste muy poco.&lt;br /&gt;intercambiaron pocos datos sobre ambos. pero .es lo menos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;importante&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo con el hecho de verse se comprendieron maso menos. como es cada uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darse a conocer.&lt;br /&gt;conocerse.&lt;br /&gt;darse cuenta de que si !&lt;br /&gt;esta todo bien esta bueno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ir a lugares.&lt;br /&gt;compartir.&lt;br /&gt;que lindo!&lt;br /&gt;esas cosas me gustan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin planear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-7819851086836609711?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/7819851086836609711/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=7819851086836609711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7819851086836609711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/7819851086836609711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/05/una-peli-y-agua.html' title='una peli y agua.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/Rkzanp55pAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-7stg_Z8WMU/s72-c/DSCF3949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-2569560193175981368</id><published>2007-05-16T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:19:21.509-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ubre'/><title type='text'>ubre.humana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RkuBK555o_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/m5vwQxuTcuI/s1600-h/DSCF3969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065284230250603506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RkuBK555o_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/m5vwQxuTcuI/s400/DSCF3969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Existen personas en nuestras vidas que nos hacen felices por la simple casualidad de haberse cruzado en nuestro camino. ) (J.L.B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me puse a sacar fotos.&lt;br /&gt;y me di cuenta de que te tengo por todas partes de mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;habitación&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;y le saque una foto a tu obra de mi.&lt;br /&gt;y le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saque&lt;/span&gt; foto a la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;radiografia&lt;/span&gt;. evidencia.&lt;br /&gt;y le saque una foto a mi taza de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt; con leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saber que te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tè&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;custaro&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linda-mujer.ubre.&lt;br /&gt;si lo sos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mujer que me hace feliz&lt;br /&gt;mujer que hace enojar.&lt;br /&gt;mujer . con la que lloro.rio.-hago pis.me cambio.y me perforo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me encanta lo nuevo que nace en vos.&lt;br /&gt;miedo me da.&lt;br /&gt;pero todo me da miedo.&lt;br /&gt;pero me pongo tan feliz de que vos seas. mas que feliz.!&lt;br /&gt;que cortes cadenas que te atan a la nada misma.&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;encuentres&lt;/span&gt; esos lugares.esas cosas que te hacen ser una feliz persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065284178710995922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RkuBH555o9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/aO8f8KAmcIA/s400/S5023112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vos con patines .&lt;br /&gt;yo con zapatos.ortopedicoo.s&lt;br /&gt;vos. con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;té&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tmb&lt;/span&gt;.o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt; con leche.&lt;br /&gt;con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;snacks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;con cervezas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo que te sumes cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; mas a mi.&lt;br /&gt;y yo a vos.&lt;br /&gt;para hacer de nuestras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;vidas&lt;/span&gt; esto.&lt;br /&gt;algo divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cada&lt;/span&gt; ves que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;salimo&lt;/span&gt;.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y pintamos tantas cosas porque tenemos una paleta llena de colores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065284221660668898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RkuBKZ55o-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/V3hK8pgoRoE/s400/DSCF3972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linda ubre tengo una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;radiografia&lt;/span&gt; que me delata .&lt;br /&gt;una obra que me delata.&lt;br /&gt;pero te amo linda ubre.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1871638439861351129-2569560193175981368?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/2569560193175981368/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=2569560193175981368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2569560193175981368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/2569560193175981368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/05/una-ser-humana.html' title='ubre.humana.'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RkuBK555o_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/m5vwQxuTcuI/s72-c/DSCF3969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1871638439861351129.post-3686197926056002992</id><published>2007-05-15T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:26:43.112-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uno'/><title type='text'>¿?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RkoW-tI6fCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yQzQivma0Cc/s1600-h/espejo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064885997456227362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RkoW-tI6fCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yQzQivma0Cc/s400/espejo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RkoWHNI6fBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/md7EyTJtSPs/s1600-h/espejo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber que estas ,&lt;br /&gt;saber que te importo&lt;br /&gt;saber que estas.&lt;br /&gt;animarse a&lt;br /&gt;ser valiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afrontar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;superar, dar ese paso.&lt;br /&gt;valiente.&lt;br /&gt;cobarde&lt;br /&gt;aparentar ser tantas cosas. y solo vos sabes la verdad-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando me doy cuenta de lo que quiero me da tanto &lt;strong&gt;miedo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ir y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afrontarlo&lt;/span&gt; luchar por eso.&lt;br /&gt;crear un personaje es tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt;. hacerlo actuar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tmb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;pero cuando el se va quedas vos mismo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;viéndote&lt;/span&gt; a vos mismo. y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vacío&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sin nada.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;y parte de vos se desprende . y te ves como si fueses una segunda persona..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;viéndote&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vos&lt;/span&gt; mismo. o como si te vieras reflejado en un espejo.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;indecisiones.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-nadie sabe como es uno en realidad.. hasta uno mismo duda varias veces de como es. de porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;actúa&lt;/span&gt; de varias formas.diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entenderse,&lt;br /&gt;entenderte,&lt;br /&gt;entendernos.&lt;/strong&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/1871638439861351129-3686197926056002992?l=contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/feeds/3686197926056002992/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1871638439861351129&amp;postID=3686197926056002992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/3686197926056002992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1871638439861351129/posts/default/3686197926056002992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contienelasvocesde.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='¿?'/><author><name>Ro.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18102171844666634768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/S84GPkSvX1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/XAieJITra2U/S220/roberta1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ejz_1I-PdWA/RkoW-tI6fCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yQzQivma0Cc/s72-c/espejo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
