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camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fu_7kcGDQpE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6863686347650781393</id><published>2011-04-26T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:38:03.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiF_KEuWMgk/TbePNOr3UkI/AAAAAAAABKY/_C3CDkkvkPM/s1600/stsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiF_KEuWMgk/TbePNOr3UkI/AAAAAAAABKY/_C3CDkkvkPM/s400/stsss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600102119101649474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aMEANtoAnEnd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6863686347650781393?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6863686347650781393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6863686347650781393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6863686347650781393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6863686347650781393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2011/04/ameantoanend.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiF_KEuWMgk/TbePNOr3UkI/AAAAAAAABKY/_C3CDkkvkPM/s72-c/stsss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6945452308401643274</id><published>2010-11-16T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:03:31.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crees que existe esa palabra....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TOMoihMhjLI/AAAAAAAABB8/QVFDNX11lZ4/s1600/yoppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TOMoihMhjLI/AAAAAAAABB8/QVFDNX11lZ4/s400/yoppp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540316540087405746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parada sobre sus nuevos pies, controlados, mas sensibles, totalmente sensatos... se pregunta como se vendrá ese nuevo puente que pasar... ya no hay nada que se le suba a la cabeza.. todo baja, constantemente se va, no hay ni un solo recuerdo que quede crudo, que quede como era... &lt;br /&gt;con ese fuerte dolor en la panza, y ese viento helado sobre su nariz, se pregunta cuando llegará, una noticia, una mirada, un insulto, una bofetada, algo que haga real a ese ser permanentemente ausente... pero depronto se le incrustan las costillas en el corazón, y ella saca una para reventar el globo que contiene su respuesta... luego se lame la herida profunda, sin consuelo, sin palabras....&lt;br /&gt;no tengo palabras mi amor, para esa pregunta....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6945452308401643274?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6945452308401643274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6945452308401643274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6945452308401643274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7161751772364861019</id><published>2010-11-15T09:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:58:57.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>como si hubiera donde hacerse fuerte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7161751772364861019?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7161751772364861019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7161751772364861019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7161751772364861019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7161751772364861019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2010/11/como-si-hubiera-donde-hacerse-fuerte.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7158484873315467544</id><published>2010-07-09T15:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:02:59.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no me digas nada....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TDeNT1YRWgI/AAAAAAAAA58/KmMB8Pf9SSA/s1600/impossible.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TDeNT1YRWgI/AAAAAAAAA58/KmMB8Pf9SSA/s400/impossible.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492013642487519746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..no me digas esas cosas...&lt;br /&gt;que no respondoooooo!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. por favor, no me digas esas cosas, no me chequees con esa mirada..&lt;br /&gt;por favor, no me hables con ese tono, no te rias de mis chistes, no te intereses por lo que hago.. &lt;br /&gt;no te acerques, no te aproximes,&lt;br /&gt;no te fascines...&lt;br /&gt;porque la verdad, es que no puedo hacer nada..&lt;br /&gt;tu me fascinas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TDeNT1YRWgI/AAAAAAAAA58/KmMB8Pf9SSA/s72-c/impossible.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-3587604369076259771</id><published>2010-06-15T13:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:17:26.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TBfDjFGG1KI/AAAAAAAAA50/uPzDZJdeYio/s1600/overpowered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TBfDjFGG1KI/AAAAAAAAA50/uPzDZJdeYio/s400/overpowered.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483066078777496738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo tanto sueño, ganas de hacer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Lo de él me ha dejado rara, rara.&lt;br /&gt;Paso horas mirando por la ventana,&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo va pasando y yo no hago nada, nada.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué hacer?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando viajo para casa en colectivo,&lt;br /&gt;no tengo nada en que pensar, y si acaso veo un auto&lt;br /&gt;igual al suyo, yo me pregunto donde está.&lt;br /&gt;Al llegar, disimulando miro el piso,&lt;br /&gt;con la esperanza de encontrar, una carta que me diga&lt;br /&gt;donde vive, que vaya para allá.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué hacer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3587604369076259771?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3587604369076259771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3587604369076259771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3587604369076259771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3587604369076259771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2010/06/rara-tengo-tanto-sueno-ganas-de-hacer.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TBfDjFGG1KI/AAAAAAAAA50/uPzDZJdeYio/s72-c/overpowered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1234203505814757126</id><published>2010-06-02T00:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:43:07.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>en la 24</title><content type='html'>con un esfuerzo sobrehumano, los mira a los ojos, intentando descubrir su origen, se le congelan los pies&lt;br /&gt;el frío hierro, atraviesa su corazón&lt;br /&gt;un llanto interno la ahoga, pues encuentra tanto dolor en sus miradas perdidas, en sus ojos llenos de violencia, a que rato se perdió la humanidad, a que rato aprendieron a fruncir el ceño y lo dejaron eternamente así evidenciando su tristeza...?&lt;br /&gt;todos fuimos los mismos el rato que nacimos, todos fuimos puros, tiernos, niños, potencialmente buenas personas..&lt;br /&gt;a que rato y con que motivos, perdimos la cordura y nos unimos al montón de gente que necesita ser exterminada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se siente sola en el intento, por descubrir las razones que no entiende.. porque no sabe nada de nada, esa experiencia se esfuma, cuando se trata del mundo real, el que no ve jamas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo llega a casa, con el corazón destrozado, inundado de desesperanza, de impotencia... &lt;br /&gt;esperando que llegue, proféticamente a tiempo, el 23 de diciembre del 2012, pronto... &lt;br /&gt;sacrificándolo todo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6478493484864503754</id><published>2010-05-29T21:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:26:14.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TAHMQwpJaGI/AAAAAAAAA1M/VlJ3d-VDCDM/s1600/DSC07145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/TAHMQwpJaGI/AAAAAAAAA1M/VlJ3d-VDCDM/s400/DSC07145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476883210166691938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la vida espiritual, estás siempre al comienzo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6478493484864503754?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6478493484864503754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6478493484864503754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-3412395419321098928</id><published>2010-05-22T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:51:46.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIDHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3412395419321098928?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3412395419321098928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3412395419321098928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3412395419321098928'/><link 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came in this world alone&lt;br /&gt;(Alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nobody ever told you baby&lt;br /&gt;How it was gonna be&lt;br /&gt;So what'll happen to you baby&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;ONE, TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old at heart but I'm only 28&lt;br /&gt;And I'm much too young&lt;br /&gt;To let love break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Young at heart but it's getting much too late&lt;br /&gt;To find ourselves so far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you're s'posed&lt;br /&gt;To find me lately&lt;br /&gt;An what more could tou ask from me&lt;br /&gt;How could you say that I never needed you&lt;br /&gt;When you took everything&lt;br /&gt;Said you took everything from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait&lt;br /&gt;When no one I know can seem to help me now&lt;br /&gt;Old at heart but I musn't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;If I'm to find my own way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still talkin' to myself&lt;br /&gt;and nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;(Alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nobody ever told us baby&lt;br /&gt;How it was gonna be&lt;br /&gt;So what'll happen to us baby&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find out all the reasons&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll find another way&lt;br /&gt;Find another day&lt;br /&gt;With all the changing seasons of my life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get it right next time&lt;br /&gt;An now that you've been broken down&lt;br /&gt;Got your head out of the clouds&lt;br /&gt;You're back down on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And you don't talk so loud&lt;br /&gt;An you don't walk so proud&lt;br /&gt;Any more, and what for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I jumped into the river&lt;br /&gt;Too many times to make it home&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't show give it time&lt;br /&gt;To read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I see the storm getting closer&lt;br /&gt;And the waves they get so high&lt;br /&gt;Seems everything We've ever known's here&lt;br /&gt;Why must it drift away and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find anyone to replace you&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time- Oh this time&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the storm was getting closer&lt;br /&gt;And all my friends said I was high&lt;br /&gt;But everything we've ever known's here&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it to die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-521974789293025142?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/521974789293025142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=521974789293025142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S-o3U5QGiDI/AAAAAAAAA08/qytjACuSc5g/s1600/Foto+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S-o3U5QGiDI/AAAAAAAAA08/qytjACuSc5g/s400/Foto+41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470245529500158002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta mas luz tengas, mejor podrás ver que es trivial y que debes descartar en tu propio condicionamiento....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1053154803201081991?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1053154803201081991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S-o3U5QGiDI/AAAAAAAAA08/qytjACuSc5g/s72-c/Foto+41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6660543799645554892</id><published>2010-05-02T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:26:23.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>como me acuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S94Jo__Ny5I/AAAAAAAAA00/52p6_kqsTfg/s1600/corazones+rojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S94Jo__Ny5I/AAAAAAAAA00/52p6_kqsTfg/s400/corazones+rojos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466817597650357138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero hablar de ti, &lt;br /&gt;de lo que yo te amé &lt;br /&gt;Me dueles tanto, tanto &lt;br /&gt;que sólo soy viento &lt;br /&gt;Viento llegó, viento pasó y cómo me acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo por ti viví, gracias a ti &lt;br /&gt;Yo seguiré, viento llegó, viento se fue &lt;br /&gt;y cómo me acuerdo....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ay, yo te llamo, yo que te llamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde estés,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ven volando a mi lado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde andarás &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde andarás, lejos de mí &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién te dará lo que te di &lt;br /&gt;Quién dormirá abrazado a ti, como yo, &lt;br /&gt;cómo me acuerdo, amor, &lt;br /&gt;como si fuera ayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viento llegó, viento pasó, y tú no estás aquí &lt;br /&gt;Ay, viento pasó, y yo, cómo me acuerdo, amor &lt;br /&gt;Ay, yo te llamo, yo que te llamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde estés, ven volando a mi lado &lt;br /&gt;Hey, voy a buscarte por donde estés pa’ que, &lt;br /&gt;pa’ que vuelvas a mí, así nos volvamos &lt;br /&gt;a enamorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, yo te llamo, yo que te llamo &lt;br /&gt;Donde estés, ven volando a mi lado &lt;br /&gt;Hey, voy a buscarte por donde estés pa’ que, &lt;br /&gt;pa’ que vuelvas a mí, y así &lt;br /&gt;nos volvamos a enamorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robi Draco Rl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6660543799645554892?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6660543799645554892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6660543799645554892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6660543799645554892'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6361352577014232597</id><published>2010-04-03T22:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:42:10.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S7gKZUjDJVI/AAAAAAAAA0k/gSKzbc8ERqk/s1600/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S7gKZUjDJVI/AAAAAAAAA0k/gSKzbc8ERqk/s400/boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456122378688079186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que lejos tu.. &lt;br /&gt;que cerca yo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6361352577014232597?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S7gKZUjDJVI/AAAAAAAAA0k/gSKzbc8ERqk/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6905705680427980325</id><published>2010-04-02T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:16:49.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S7ZQq-1n--I/AAAAAAAAAx8/8VaPZ68xPNc/s1600/camisetaandres3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S7ZQq-1n--I/AAAAAAAAAx8/8VaPZ68xPNc/s400/camisetaandres3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455636697958579170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necesito un nuevo muso....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6905705680427980325?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6905705680427980325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6905705680427980325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6905705680427980325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6905705680427980325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2010/04/necesito-un-nuevo-muso.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S7ZQq-1n--I/AAAAAAAAAx8/8VaPZ68xPNc/s72-c/camisetaandres3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-5489707468281965528</id><published>2010-03-14T13:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:32:03.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wunjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S50lbek-iXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cCDuhL-pqWM/s1600-h/amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S50lbek-iXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cCDuhL-pqWM/s400/amantes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448552278183020914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este minuto, con el sentimiento humeante aun, se vuelve eternamente insoportable, la imagen de sus manos tomadas, como una casa, como un sillón, golpea como un hachazo su frente....sus cuerpos calzaron perfectamente, dolorosamente hechos a medida... momentos intensos... . los hicieron cruelmente felices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero su cabeza la obliga a ir por lugares que aborrece, su maltrecha mente le obliga a mirar esas opciones, como enemigas entrañables, como malas compañías... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo de saber que te descifro fácilmente, porque nos volvemos a encontrar, sin habernos visto antes.. &lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo de decir que mis pensamientos estan cosidos a los tuyos, pues mis frases completan las tuyas, y asi viceversa...&lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo de saborear tus palabras con ese gusto amargo que tanto amo, pues acabo relamiendo mis dedos tan hambrientos como el animal típico de mi signo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuevamente no se si voy a poder....   con este sentimiento tan fresco, quiero rendirme al fin, a ver si asi puedo permitir que vean mi alma..&lt;br /&gt;pero esto sería un definitivo final...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-5489707468281965528?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/5489707468281965528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=5489707468281965528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5489707468281965528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5489707468281965528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2010/03/wunjo.html' title='wunjo'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S50lbek-iXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/cCDuhL-pqWM/s72-c/amantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-2990404515868937743</id><published>2010-02-26T14:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:21:40.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S4grygzz4NI/AAAAAAAAAxM/wgSEWiWXgBw/s1600-h/kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S4grygzz4NI/AAAAAAAAAxM/wgSEWiWXgBw/s400/kisses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442648296477941970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si, me mantengo en la línea... pues no planeo cruzarla..&lt;br /&gt;aun me mantengo flotante, adormecida, un poquito enferma y con una lagrimita restante, que reclama su destino, es decir: el suelo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en este camino en el que he aprendido a mantenerme a un ladito, llegas a veces, a despertar mi tranquilo sueño, y aun te atreves a hablarme, como siempre, como si tu recuerdo no fuera lo suficientemente parlante... cosas nuevas me cuentas, palabras antiguas y empolvadas me sueltas, abrazos humedos y besos frios me traes... me propones....  te borre demasiado y es por eso que te ocupan tan rapido, te desplazan suavito, y me da pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"portate mal " siguen diciendo las cartas.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero este sentimiento que ahora juega a ser mi mas maravillosa realidad, me lo impide.. hay cariños nuevos, demasiado nuevos, como para entender que si me abren la puerta, no volveré con buenas noticias.. y no se iran tan tranquilos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pican las manos, quiero tocar su cara... por curiosidad...&lt;br /&gt;pero el placer se detuvo y es duro ponerlo de nuevo en marcha, no lo logran, no arrancan las ganas, no mueven aun los hilos correctos para hacerlo andar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo el tiempo querido.. &lt;br /&gt;estamos trabajando en ello.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-2990404515868937743?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/2990404515868937743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=2990404515868937743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2990404515868937743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2990404515868937743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2010/02/eh.html' title='eh?'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S4grygzz4NI/AAAAAAAAAxM/wgSEWiWXgBw/s72-c/kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-5319717425366805894</id><published>2010-02-16T20:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:01:49.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harta de tango gil egocéntrico, acomplejado, mitómano, mimado,  y mas encima perverso...&lt;br /&gt;no se miden, no calan lo que hacen cuando dicen ciertas cosas, no respetan,  no sienten.. no pueden ver mas alla de lo que sus frágiles "mentes" les enseñan.. y con mentes no me refiero precisamente a la potencia intelectual del alma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atados hasta el cuello de ambiguedades que te da el no saber quienes son, ni que quieren de la vida, alienados de raiz no solo a culturas lejanas, sino a discursos de otros, a palabras etéreas, sin piso, sin valor personal, con el terror en las venas... terror a fallar , ignorantemente, con miedo a equivocarse........, cuando en como manejar el error esta la mas ferviente prueba del valor de sus almas, esta la suma de todas las sabidurias juntas, pues no hay mayor placer en la vida, que levantarse mas altivo que antes despues de la oscuridad, y mas sabio, y mas seguro de que las pruebas, no te vienen a doblegar, sino que llegan para ser capaces de mirarse por dentro, y saber como luchar.... hablar de lucha es mas que solo hablar de ella....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ojala algun dia te liberes... y no para encontrarte conmigo o con alguien como yo... es imposible eso es totalmente imposible...&lt;br /&gt;sino para que en ese momento pienses en mi, aunque sea un segundo, y te duela....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me desahogo, a que se me vaya la única ira que siento por hoy y regreso en paz a mi hermosa vida... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;y con esa intesidad que la caracteriza....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-5319717425366805894?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/5319717425366805894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=5319717425366805894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5319717425366805894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5319717425366805894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2010/02/harta-de-tango-gil-egocentrico.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6455391933009372482</id><published>2010-02-13T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:09:47.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIDHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S3bOPsj5g9I/AAAAAAAAAxE/DJtq4NXjBa4/s1600-h/yoyoyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S3bOPsj5g9I/AAAAAAAAAxE/DJtq4NXjBa4/s400/yoyoyo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437760369151542226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta runa simboliza la comunicación, el ajuste de algo que tiene dos caras, dos elementos y la unión más profunda al final del viaje,  cuando el cielo y la tierra se convierten en uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es muy importante el valor interno, y en esta situacion no deberas  tratar de depender únicamente de tu propio poder. Pregunta cuál es la acción apropiada y entra en el silencio interno. Allí encontrarás la respuesta. Una vez que tengas claro el objetivo, podrás neutralizar tu negativa a dejar que la acción apropiada fluya a través de ti. Sin enfocarte en el movimiento, espera pacientemente y mientras esperas continua quitando, venciendo  las resistencias. Al irse disolviendo la obstrucción, desaparecerá todo sentimiento de culpa provocado por tratar de hacer que ciertas cosas se lleven a cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como siempre, el viaje es hacia el interior, el cambio y la unión. Estamos hablando aquí de la unión perfecta, sin obstrucciones. Pero la unión del cielo y la tierra no puede forzarse. Regula cualquier exceso en tu vida. Las ventajas materiales no deben ser una carga en este viaje del ser hacia el Ser. Mantente lejos hasta de quienes piensan como tu. Lla noción de que la cantidad hace la fuerza no se aplica aquí. Esta parte del viaje no se puede compartir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra de las runas del ciclo de la iniciación, Raidha contiene en sí la runa de la alegria, porque puedes vislumbrar el final. No te agobia más aquello que has dejado atras. El cielo y la tierra se unen para apoyarte en tu viaje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llegaste a tiempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6455391933009372482?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6455391933009372482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6455391933009372482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6455391933009372482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6455391933009372482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2010/02/raidha.html' title='RAIDHA'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S3bOPsj5g9I/AAAAAAAAAxE/DJtq4NXjBa4/s72-c/yoyoyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1594548182493879128</id><published>2010-02-10T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:40:47.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>se borró todo?-&lt;br /&gt;*AunnoBotolosrestOsdepapelquedejaste.. cada vezquelo intentouna mano heladame detiene....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yapues..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1594548182493879128?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1594548182493879128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1594548182493879128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1594548182493879128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1594548182493879128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2010/02/se-borro-todo-aunnobotolosrestosdepapel.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-8640340107749741887</id><published>2010-02-03T09:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:55:24.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>un dia mas... un viento cálido renueva mi vida</title><content type='html'>I don't need time&lt;br /&gt;I don't need time&lt;br /&gt;No, I can get by myself&lt;br /&gt;i don't need time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;The summer wind&lt;br /&gt;Did not tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal me a crippling blow &lt;br /&gt;Steal me from under my clothes &lt;br /&gt;A crippling blow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llegaste justo a tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;a tranquilizar mi camino...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-8640340107749741887?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/8640340107749741887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=8640340107749741887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8640340107749741887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8640340107749741887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2010/02/un-dia-mas-un-viento-calido-renueva-mi.html' title='un dia mas... un viento cálido renueva mi vida'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-8656108668829945388</id><published>2010-01-28T11:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:03:42.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aperfectday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S2Jrc6y5wyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ZawnHFvCDdU/s1600-h/Foto+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S2Jrc6y5wyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ZawnHFvCDdU/s400/Foto+126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432022245125505826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a eso de las 4 am un sueño innombrable la despierta como un hachazo abrupto...&lt;br /&gt;el terror de dias venideros, de sensaciones conocidas, y de almohadas mojadas asfixiantes, le proponen estrategias detestables...&lt;br /&gt;"portate mal" dicen las cartas, las gitanas bailan gustozas con su dolor, el sabor a calle rota, a chapas arrastrando putas embarazadas, a puentes con cimientos colgantes, le amargan la boca y le recuerdan que odia tanto seguir como querer desaparecer...&lt;br /&gt;hay solo un suave hilo del cual cuelga para no terminar de lanzarse, y no sabe cuanto tiempo va a soportar, ser el peso del péndulo que gira sin parar, perpetuando la asquerosa sensacion de vomito que no llega a darse jamas... &lt;br /&gt;tal vez desgarre su brazo con los dientes, para asi terminar de caer, llegar al suelo, y por fin tener su tan ansiada e inalcanzable paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nosesivoyapoder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-8656108668829945388?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/8656108668829945388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=8656108668829945388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-502479680992228025</id><published>2010-01-24T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:24:39.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>photo bootheando en un domingo sin querer pensar demasiado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S10cfm7J92I/AAAAAAAAAv0/v8A_i76xzK8/s1600-h/canU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S10cfm7J92I/AAAAAAAAAv0/v8A_i76xzK8/s400/canU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430528055028873058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some things I forget&lt;br /&gt;And if it's wrong, I keep it in check&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what could I do&lt;br /&gt;If we go out tonight&lt;br /&gt;With that blood on your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Would it taste like a brand new shirt?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you teach me how to fight?&lt;br /&gt;Show me what it's like to give that pain&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to fight, throw him down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times in the past&lt;br /&gt;If I had the move, I couldn't make it last&lt;br /&gt;Girl, it's wasted in the night&lt;br /&gt;And is it really so hard?&lt;br /&gt;Tell your body to forget the words&lt;br /&gt;Pushing you too hard&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you teach me how to fight?&lt;br /&gt;Show me what it's like to give that pain&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to fight, throw him down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-502479680992228025?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S10cfm7J92I/AAAAAAAAAv0/v8A_i76xzK8/s72-c/canU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-2620059707195215199</id><published>2010-01-22T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:30:22.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S1oTPRr_rwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5FbxQ6UbqHI/s1600-h/nosesivoyapoder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S1oTPRr_rwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5FbxQ6UbqHI/s400/nosesivoyapoder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429673453915451138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..mm no se si voy a poder...&lt;br /&gt;enestaeternabusquedadecosasperdidas,meextravieotravez....&lt;br /&gt;no se si voy a poder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-2620059707195215199?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/2620059707195215199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=2620059707195215199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2620059707195215199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/S0ZiZBgRHtI/AAAAAAAAAvE/i4Gc4EcbkAo/s72-c/traywalkinginmyshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-2374631570652636860</id><published>2009-12-30T23:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:02:21.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SzwwQGAijHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ytO7nKro2pA/s1600-h/nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SzwwQGAijHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ytO7nKro2pA/s400/nose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421261104496151666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en el ultimo intento por terminar de cerrar esa vieja y maldita maleta donde habitan cansadas aquellas maltrechas alas... recorre una casi seca lagrima de dolor...  por su mejilla... pues al querer sepultarlo  del  todo, y de una buena vez, ( al sentimiento ese...) se percata que lo que hace es rescatarlo siempre, rápidamente de entre el polvo y el supuesto olvido... y mira gozosa y morbosa, como agoniza... &lt;br /&gt;no se si lo extraña, porque jamas piensa en eso... no se si el la necesita, porque ha sido siempre perfectamente reemplazable... pero esta noche se recordaron... se llamaron sin voz y sin palabras.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abrir una ventana, que no lleva tu mirada a ninguna parte, avista solo un sentimiento gris y profundo... pues solo nos queda mirarnos a nosotrso mismos...&lt;br /&gt;luchamos interminablemente contra fantasmas, contra figuras en la pared dibujadas con la luz de pasados recientes y futuros... y solo se termina entendiendo que es difícil olvidar...&lt;br /&gt;es mentira que se puede....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un frio andino recorre por su cuerpo.. &lt;br /&gt;es mejor ir a descanzar al lugar donde siempre puede regresar sin lastimarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te vistesss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-2374631570652636860?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/2374631570652636860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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entre otras cosas, que recuerda perfectamente el sabor de sus movimientos... la noche se hace mas larga, mientras las luces de los autos interrumpen, abruptas, el calor subiendo por sus piernas... es un sentimiento conocido, bien recibido, deseado extremamente, latiendo lentamente en el pequeño corte de su labio inferior....&lt;br /&gt;... esta poseida, habitaba sedienta en el "en el ojo de la tormenta", pero derepente, siente la humedad de miles de litros, de recuerdos sobre su ahora renovada piel... &lt;br /&gt;... no se acaba.. no se puede terminar lo que aun no empieza....&lt;br /&gt;y eso lo hace eternamente proximo...&lt;br /&gt;tiene suerte y ama su suerte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-5972794878706640068?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-5850751336252510356</id><published>2009-08-01T00:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:46:24.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>y?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SnPUtDQManI/AAAAAAAAAjs/l9Nx-i6sfvY/s1600-h/polifemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SnPUtDQManI/AAAAAAAAAjs/l9Nx-i6sfvY/s400/polifemo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364865451560823410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casi cerrando los ojos, entiende que las cosas no pueden ser como eran.. las ojeras no respetan ya, los olores penetran mas fuerte y molestan al de alado... ese estado que a las 3 am vacila entre quedarse o salir corriendo, cada vez tiende a bajarse el volumen a si mismo...&lt;br /&gt;a veces mira en tu ventana, urgando en su herida, esperando que quede algo irónico que contarse, pero no. ya no encuentra nada, solo profundos y helados suspiros, de sueño... nada emocionante, nada distinto. estamos en paz mi amor. estamos completos ahora, tan lejos, tan absueltos, tan amigos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd. mi polifemo, te amo tan profundamente que mi alma fosforece cada noche, que me duermo con sonrisas y con miles de besos que seran cobrados al dia siguiente, con ese objeto volando sobre nuestras cabezas y que pronto nos llevara a donde pertenecemos, siempre juntos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-5850751336252510356?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336279381765494930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These amoring feelings&lt;br /&gt;A cognitive state&lt;br /&gt;Need the love object&lt;br /&gt;To reciprocate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3919444424766768903?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3919444424766768903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3919444424766768903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3919444424766768903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>vino+ron+gin+vodka+cerveza+zumir+whisky+ + +&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-2302001931419590422?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/2302001931419590422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=2302001931419590422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2302001931419590422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2302001931419590422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-5276562261579211077</id><published>2009-04-17T13:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:36:09.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SejUJJ4rlhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CX4IkS8cX8w/s1600-h/curita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SejUJJ4rlhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CX4IkS8cX8w/s400/curita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325739813103179282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parada frente a su puerta, camino mil veces sobre mis propios pasos, sin poder entrar.. &lt;br /&gt;son las 15 de la mañana y me pesa el cuerpo, me arde como una llama baja, poco importante... &lt;br /&gt;despues de los ultimos años no quiero pasar y dejarlo descubrir el ultimo rastro de esta influencia que solías tener sobre mi y que con esfuerzo la he matado, no quiero que vea mis ojos llenos de vos y que decifre ese unico modo que tengo de amar, y que el no conoce, porque me le enfrento distinta, dispuesta y limpia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero me doy cuenta que no se amar de otra manera, que por mas que intente jamás podrá calmar mis oscuros deseos.. &lt;br /&gt; y que nunca, bajo ninguna circunstancia, lo invitaría a saltar conmigo al abismo.. porque realmente lo quiero.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los recuerdos se me escapan tan rápido, que no puedo cerrar los ojos y saber como era antes de ti.. no se como acercar mi cuerpo sin sentir el mas profundo terror, porque cada vez que lo hacia, me decapitaba sin piedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; metastasiada los huesos, ahora no se de donde asirme para poder pasar... y decirle en un dia como hoy, que puedo intentarlo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-5276562261579211077?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/5276562261579211077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=5276562261579211077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-577877934201815542</id><published>2009-04-17T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:49:15.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tobehunted...</title><content type='html'>aun con la huella de la nochecita en su interior.. ella intenta arrrrastrarse y comenzar a subir la montaña..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-577877934201815542?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/577877934201815542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=577877934201815542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/577877934201815542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/577877934201815542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2009/04/tobehunted.html' title='tobehunted...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7307580965791905091</id><published>2009-02-16T13:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:01:42.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>toma numberONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SZm3b_yMUII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ur6HHsXBo5c/s1600-h/2400woman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SZm3b_yMUII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ur6HHsXBo5c/s400/2400woman.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303471727811776642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayayay....&lt;br /&gt;volversignifica que ahoraescuandodeboaplastar el furorde diaspasados... &lt;br /&gt;hequerido verte, otravezen mis deseos, en mismas bajosinstintos, que hoyXhoy pululanen mi renovada alma... estarazonmirazon, sehace mi pana, me acolita y me comprende, se ha vueltomimejoraliada, y aun se restiste a encender la luz para que te reconozca, denuevo, enmismasoscurasintenciones...&lt;br /&gt;yafue,sequedoenelmismoinstanteenquetedespediste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7307580965791905091?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7307580965791905091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7307580965791905091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7307580965791905091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7307580965791905091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2009/02/toma-numberone.html' title='toma numberONE'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SZm3b_yMUII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ur6HHsXBo5c/s72-c/2400woman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1647808726666413984</id><published>2009-02-10T12:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:10:49.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mi amor se marchita llenandose de hojas secas y un poco de sangre.. que nos ha salido del oido una vez que nos lanzamos al abismo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1647808726666413984?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1647808726666413984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1647808726666413984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1647808726666413984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1647808726666413984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-amor-se-marchita-llenandose-de-hojas.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1871645361159479347</id><published>2009-01-29T23:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:52:12.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a veceslaBRUMAhacelascosasmaravillosas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SYJ-IEdce9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Y_dV9soqS0o/s1600-h/electric+feel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SYJ-IEdce9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Y_dV9soqS0o/s400/electric+feel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296934788842421202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"escribire eso en mi diario esta noche...&lt;br /&gt;que a un niño quemado le gusta el fuego.." (oscar w.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1871645361159479347?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1871645361159479347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1871645361159479347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1871645361159479347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1871645361159479347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2009/01/veceslabrumahacelascosasmaravillosas.html' title='a veceslaBRUMAhacelascosasmaravillosas...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SYJ-IEdce9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Y_dV9soqS0o/s72-c/electric+feel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-4866591615352269314</id><published>2009-01-18T12:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:01:07.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SXNt-7IUfcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Nxjufx55ix8/s1600-h/conesosojitostio..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SXNt-7IUfcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Nxjufx55ix8/s400/conesosojitostio..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292694914882371010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UcantseemenowBecaUseImjustOnacloud..&lt;br /&gt;anotherCLOUD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saludPormisviejosTIempos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-4866591615352269314?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/4866591615352269314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=4866591615352269314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4866591615352269314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4866591615352269314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2009/01/ucantseemenowbecauseimjustonacloud.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SXNt-7IUfcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Nxjufx55ix8/s72-c/conesosojitostio..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-2320589578993523834</id><published>2008-12-21T21:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:46:54.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"dtodnsalvaresteamrhstadlmalqehaynlplacer.."(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SU7-2mQur9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0lLTMh7Sdzg/s1600-h/corazones+rojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SU7-2mQur9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0lLTMh7Sdzg/s400/corazones+rojos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282439626889277394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no necesitamos saber mas de lo que supimos a penas nos vimos, a los tiempos, para que comience el juego.. nuestro eterno juego..&lt;br /&gt;deje de estar en este buen espacio que nos dimos, en el que dejamos de sentir lo que comunmente ocultamos al comun de los mortales... incluso a nosotros mismos.. pero es todo verdad, cuando nos hallamos tu arriba y yo abajo, casi al mismo nivel.. ese en el que casi nadie te ha visto, ni me han visto jamas.....  mis piernas clavadas al suelo temian un reencuentro que acabaria en mal, ese mal que tanto extrañaba y que no lo sabia... mis manos temian volver a moverse siguiendo tu ritmo, que siempre deseo, que provoca todo en mi.. esa euforia pasada que no es bienvenida, ese deseo inmenso e impertinente que se activas solo cuando comienzas a hacer lo que mejor sabes hacer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fue bueno saber que te diste cuenta que volvi, por un instante, porque volvi a ti...&lt;br /&gt;como te gusta y como te es necesario para que te impongas con sentido... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...creo un lugar para encontrarnos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)virus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-2320589578993523834?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/2320589578993523834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=2320589578993523834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2320589578993523834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2320589578993523834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2008/12/detodonossalvaraesteamorhastadelmalqueh.html' title='&quot;dtodnsalvaresteamrhstadlmalqehaynlplacer..&quot;(1)'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SU7-2mQur9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0lLTMh7Sdzg/s72-c/corazones+rojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-3259268363115164285</id><published>2008-11-25T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:03:43.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>naturalmente blop art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SSy8iB85s3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/c8ue9AdU_Co/s1600-h/verit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SSy8iB85s3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/c8ue9AdU_Co/s400/verit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272796556569457522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3259268363115164285?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3259268363115164285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3259268363115164285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3259268363115164285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3259268363115164285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2008/11/naturalmente-blop-art.html' title='naturalmente blop art'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SSy8iB85s3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/c8ue9AdU_Co/s72-c/verit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-5578708516027273544</id><published>2008-11-24T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:21:12.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ka´kaw en el manso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SSrifcNlPZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zLmwo6V6Weo/s1600-h/kakaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SSrifcNlPZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zLmwo6V6Weo/s400/kakaw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272275343567568274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obteniendo un bien merecido 3er lugar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-5578708516027273544?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/5578708516027273544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=5578708516027273544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5578708516027273544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5578708516027273544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2008/11/kakaw-en-el-manso.html' title='ka´kaw en el manso'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SSrifcNlPZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zLmwo6V6Weo/s72-c/kakaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7834611030421835325</id><published>2008-08-17T23:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:25:14.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSDUCTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SKkHtdau75I/AAAAAAAAALU/b6CkBp0DWJ0/s1600-h/yoradio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SKkHtdau75I/AAAAAAAAALU/b6CkBp0DWJ0/s400/yoradio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235724519367176082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ts ts tss.. ts tss.. ts tsss.sss..&lt;br /&gt;hoy es un dia para festejar, es una bienvenida, se cerraron los circulos abiertos, las preguntas sin contestar, ese miedo sin enfrentar.. la verdad se impone brutalmente!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bum bum buuum, chu chuuu chu, la la laa la la laaa la.. lo que me das no tiene remedio, ni fecha ni dia nada de tiempo, nuestra frecuencia se hace intensa, insoportablemente profunda, es como rasgar esos hilos que te mueven lento y que te sobrecogen cuando sientes el ritmo perfecto, es como cuando bailas desmedidamente, amortiguada, exitosamente observada, entumeciendo el cerebro de placer, es como ese tiempo que se quedo atras...pero aun mejor mil veces mejor, porque pienso en ti, y te veo sin cerrar mis ojos, sin bajar mi mirada, sin callar mi palabra... sin amordazarME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum.. eres donde empiezan mis lagrimas, donde termina mi corazon... no hay nada mas.. nunca mas habra nada mas despues de este dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7834611030421835325?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7834611030421835325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7834611030421835325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7834611030421835325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7834611030421835325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2008/08/transductor.html' title='TRANSDUCTOR'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SKkHtdau75I/AAAAAAAAALU/b6CkBp0DWJ0/s72-c/yoradio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-5429055256036266276</id><published>2008-06-23T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:47:14.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deacomoescontigo???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SGBt0hqbhsI/AAAAAAAAALE/mFcKiQOXtQQ/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SGBt0hqbhsI/AAAAAAAAALE/mFcKiQOXtQQ/s400/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215289117651994306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mealegraenamorameysaberquenuncavaaterminar&lt;br /&gt;..teamoteamoteamoterecontraqueyoteamo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-5429055256036266276?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/5429055256036266276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=5429055256036266276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5429055256036266276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5429055256036266276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2008/06/mealegraenamorameysaberquenuncavaatermi.html' title='deacomoescontigo???'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SGBt0hqbhsI/AAAAAAAAALE/mFcKiQOXtQQ/s72-c/DSC01298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-4612409753113069977</id><published>2008-05-28T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:01:55.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DandounPequeñovistazo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SD44uDyZ9NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1r89yUF66zE/s1600-h/yo08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SD44uDyZ9NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1r89yUF66zE/s400/yo08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205660583228732626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detras de las puertas, maltrechas..&lt;br /&gt;se poneaver, arecordar.. fisgona como siempre, mentirosa como asi lo creen..&lt;br /&gt;divisa lo mas gastado, fue una suerte que no estuvieras ahi, esqueestabachuchaqui... y tesalvaste de querer volver..&lt;br /&gt;queria decirte que lo peoryapaso, solo que en un recuerdo recurrenteme corte el dedo,  la sangre me dio asco como siempre, y la cocine como siempre.. (selacomieronconmostazaysalsabbq..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-4612409753113069977?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/4612409753113069977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=4612409753113069977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4612409753113069977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4612409753113069977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2008/05/dandounpequeovistazo.html' title='DandounPequeñovistazo...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SD44uDyZ9NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1r89yUF66zE/s72-c/yo08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-791245064639988381</id><published>2008-04-20T21:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:17:22.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIUNIVERSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SAwHLDpo9uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WQkj5tdYp4M/s1600-h/blogeando+a+mi+simon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SAwHLDpo9uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WQkj5tdYp4M/s400/blogeando+a+mi+simon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191532356991252194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nopodrasimaginarjamas..comoyotesiento...&lt;br /&gt;..undia+contigoestar...todomiuniverso...&lt;br /&gt;......yaintentedesaparecer...&lt;br /&gt;...meescondiafueraparapoderver...todomiuniverso...&lt;br /&gt;.undiamascontigoestar....todomiuniverso....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-791245064639988381?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/791245064639988381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=791245064639988381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/791245064639988381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/791245064639988381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2008/04/miuniverso.html' title='MIUNIVERSO'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SAwHLDpo9uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WQkj5tdYp4M/s72-c/blogeando+a+mi+simon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1705065473283876809</id><published>2008-03-11T19:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:30:37.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UknowimNogood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/R9dAPDnbt5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YxI6W1XOQfM/s1600-h/mami+biru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/R9dAPDnbt5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YxI6W1XOQfM/s400/mami+biru.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176676924098590610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada dia metes tu manito en mi pecho y me arrancas el corazon..&lt;br /&gt;antropofagia tiernamente permitida, solo a ti te llamo por tu nombre, y me nombro frente a ti como nunca lo hice ante nadie..&lt;br /&gt;te amo&lt;br /&gt;me refriego los ojos con esa sonrisa matutina de caninitos ensangrentados con el rojo de mi pasion.. por ti...dudosa de saber si es verdad que el vacio desaparecio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pero cada noche me lo devuelves envueltito (al corazon digo), como te envuelvo a ti para dormir juntitos,  y asi poder resistir mi frio y cuidarte para siempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1705065473283876809?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1705065473283876809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1705065473283876809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1705065473283876809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1705065473283876809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2008/03/uknowimnogood.html' title='UknowimNogood...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/R9dAPDnbt5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YxI6W1XOQfM/s72-c/mami+biru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-499359162205968813</id><published>2008-03-04T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:43:35.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WAG THE DOG...</title><content type='html'>Barry Levinson/1997&lt;br /&gt;dustin hoffman/robert de niro/anne heche/woodie harrelson.....&lt;br /&gt;con dos nominaciones al oscar.. &lt;br /&gt;pero tibiasasa mas claro frescaza nomas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-499359162205968813?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/499359162205968813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=499359162205968813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/499359162205968813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/499359162205968813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2008/03/wag-dog.html' title='WAG THE DOG...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6055522921989379599</id><published>2007-12-23T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:49:13.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/R3BTHFcJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZzjNiOi0yEE/s1600-h/mamita+naviden%CC%83a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/R3BTHFcJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZzjNiOi0yEE/s400/mamita+naviden%CC%83a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147705755268934274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..detras de todo lo exquisito casi siempre hay algo tragico...&lt;br /&gt;hemos quedado que ese, no es nuestro caso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abriendo de capa en capa.. 8pm.. &lt;br /&gt;sangrando de capa en capa.. nadie sabe por que tiemblan sus labios.. &lt;br /&gt;de temor..??&lt;br /&gt;la vida se viene en dos dimensiones... multiplicada por dos..&lt;br /&gt;eso asusta a cualquiera. no es un juego de niños...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. para el: toda la vida, entera, por completo, sin un minuto para ella, solo para el.. todo para el..&lt;br /&gt;... para aquel: en el momento donde su ausencia se hizo insoportable, ella lo empujo y cerró su derecho, con un portazo.. de un solo alarido fue capaz de mandarlo a donde pertenece.. a ningun lado.. lo envolvio en una delgada tela de araña, tejida con unas largas agujas que simulan par de muelas, calientes, distantes... y ahi dejó que se enfriara, jalando sus hilos tan fuerte que jamas se desatara, y volviera a molestar..&lt;br /&gt;.... para el cual... nada mas que pidiendo una disculpa se encuentra.. perdon por no dejar descanzar su alma sobre su hombro.. por un solo instante... como era costumbre.. el parecia no necesitarlo.. ella no entendia su dialecto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ella no sabe leer.. es dislexica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6055522921989379599?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6055522921989379599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6055522921989379599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6055522921989379599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6055522921989379599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_2488.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/R3BTHFcJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZzjNiOi0yEE/s72-c/mamita+naviden%CC%83a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1888065022648631208</id><published>2007-12-06T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:51:06.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando en eso me regalan una camara... y ahora que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/R1iY5Jen6iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uuoT62UaMQQ/s1600-h/yo+y+mas+yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/R1iY5Jen6iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uuoT62UaMQQ/s400/yo+y+mas+yo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141027082207750690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1888065022648631208?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1888065022648631208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1888065022648631208&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1888065022648631208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1888065022648631208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='cuando en eso me regalan una camara... y ahora que?'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/R1iY5Jen6iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uuoT62UaMQQ/s72-c/yo+y+mas+yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-5624089678893541722</id><published>2007-11-12T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:28:40.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"unico"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rzk1HoHcj2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/6RbxGYq9DBo/s1600-h/digujin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rzk1HoHcj2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/6RbxGYq9DBo/s400/digujin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132191655509397346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- algo gigantesco viene corriendo inevitablemente hacia mi.. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desesperadamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo solo cuento los dias para la gran reyerta, como si fuera un enfrentamiento violento en cualquier esquina...&lt;br /&gt;...avistar el gran dolor...&lt;br /&gt;..inmediatamente pasado tal momento, la paz sera conmigo y con los mios..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..espero tu me acompañes...&lt;br /&gt;espero te estrelle tambien..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-5624089678893541722?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/5624089678893541722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=5624089678893541722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5624089678893541722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/5624089678893541722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/11/unico.html' title='&quot;unico&quot;'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rzk1HoHcj2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/6RbxGYq9DBo/s72-c/digujin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6181641746713398606</id><published>2007-11-04T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:09:42.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still (Hice todo,  todo lo que quise)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Ry5ouQAq-0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3tzOn_BX_I0/s1600-h/mammitica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Ry5ouQAq-0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3tzOn_BX_I0/s400/mammitica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129152169402628930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............Shadow play..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you&lt;br /&gt;I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;In a room with no window in the corner I found truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more&lt;br /&gt;As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;And with cold steel, odour on their bodies, made a move to connect&lt;br /&gt;I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did everything, everything I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;I let them use you for their own ends&lt;br /&gt;To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(JoyDivision (1981)/TheKillers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6181641746713398606?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6181641746713398606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6181641746713398606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6181641746713398606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6181641746713398606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-hice-todo-todo-lo-que-quise-les.html' title='Still (Hice todo,  todo lo que quise)'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Ry5ouQAq-0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/3tzOn_BX_I0/s72-c/mammitica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-8002441690244755776</id><published>2007-10-27T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:52:16.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sinSodaysinStereo...2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RyLR9QAq-zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-bqyGRVmIlE/s1600-h/birumama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RyLR9QAq-zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-bqyGRVmIlE/s400/birumama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125890176101055282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Bajo esta piel&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy mudando&lt;br /&gt;Encendi un amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Que no para de crecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el sol de Abril&lt;br /&gt;Y sin saber por que&lt;br /&gt;Estoy sudando en nuestra fe&lt;br /&gt;Que no para de crecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo aqui el cristal&lt;br /&gt;En mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Ya soy todo un corazon&lt;br /&gt;Que no para de crecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nuestra fe/Dynamo/1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..a mi salud!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-8002441690244755776?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/8002441690244755776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=8002441690244755776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8002441690244755776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8002441690244755776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/10/sinsodaysinstereo2007.html' title='sinSodaysinStereo...2007'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RyLR9QAq-zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-bqyGRVmIlE/s72-c/birumama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7699274981739988531</id><published>2007-10-16T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:20:51.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CON UNA PESIMA MEMORIA..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RxVF1Y8x0jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_OC-WPwCmiY/s1600-h/globos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RxVF1Y8x0jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_OC-WPwCmiY/s400/globos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122076934736564786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7699274981739988531?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7699274981739988531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7699274981739988531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7699274981739988531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7699274981739988531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/10/mala-memoria.html' title='CON UNA PESIMA MEMORIA..'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RxVF1Y8x0jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_OC-WPwCmiY/s72-c/globos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-542643787632570413</id><published>2007-09-18T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:29:07.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sendmeanangel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RvtNqx7rPpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qJs92Mbvbpk/s1600-h/mamita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RvtNqx7rPpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qJs92Mbvbpk/s400/mamita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114767199162810002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en estos tiempos donde la moyoria de la gente cae muerta por una especie de unico sentido comun.. toca abrir el otro ojo ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubo un tiempo donde amarlos requeria de la astucia unica de mirar dentro de sus mentes, no importaba si sus cuerpos eran iguales, les faltaba y les sobraba lo mismo... solo seguian profundamente el olor del placer, sus pantalones manchados con tintas violetas o transparentes anunciaban que comenzaba el encuentro que al dia siguiente iba a dejar de existir, nos encantaba que la memoria pertenezca a otros... a mi: que nada me juzgue.. pero sentí su mirada sobre mis errores y sobre mi esquiva forma de amar, viviendo mi tormenta calmarse....&lt;br /&gt;...fue entonces cuando jamas volvi a encontrar a nadie con esa posiblilidad 3 ojos, y sin palabras inutiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(..el tiempo y esa risa que alegro y desgano sus labios, no existe mas.. sin jamas tener que preguntar si hizo bien su ultimo movimiento, la luz invade ese cuerpo que ahora late como dos..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-542643787632570413?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/542643787632570413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=542643787632570413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/542643787632570413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/542643787632570413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/en-estos-tiempos-donde-todo-tiene-mil.html' title='Sendmeanangel'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RvtNqx7rPpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qJs92Mbvbpk/s72-c/mamita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-2183652080724062819</id><published>2007-09-09T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:15:49.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicadazo.. aunque plante, siempre presente..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RuSlkDylQCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CEvhmZAnbrU/s1600-h/ton%CC%83ezzzes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RuSlkDylQCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CEvhmZAnbrU/s400/ton%CC%83ezzzes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108389916256321570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..la lampara proyectaba sombras perfectas, de un ser recordable, inolvidable...&lt;br /&gt;salud por ud..&lt;br /&gt;¡por su longevidad en mi vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-2183652080724062819?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/2183652080724062819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=2183652080724062819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2183652080724062819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2183652080724062819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-lampara-proyectaba-sombras-perfectas.html' title='dedicadazo.. aunque plante, siempre presente..'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RuSlkDylQCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CEvhmZAnbrU/s72-c/ton%CC%83ezzzes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-2194534373301805585</id><published>2007-09-01T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:52:39.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So long to this cold, cold part of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RtmQzTylQBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/waZVcq71FF8/s1600-h/sintitulo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RtmQzTylQBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/waZVcq71FF8/s400/sintitulo3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105270863761326098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So long to this sad, sad part of the world&lt;br /&gt;So long, So long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe como protegerse la cara&lt;br /&gt;para que nadie pueda ver su interminable rubor..&lt;br /&gt;conoce las patrañas para ocultar toda esa inconformidad..&lt;br /&gt;nadie puede oler la injustica de esas manos, que demuestran cortesia demencial...&lt;br /&gt;porque tiene presentes las palabras que esa noche me oyo decir...&lt;br /&gt;y yo se que cree en mi, como casi en nadie..&lt;br /&gt;aun estando en silencio.. &lt;br /&gt;y su sentencia esta en aun creer que las santas y puras siempre tocaran sus cicatrices con un sagrado beso.. &lt;br /&gt;calmando ansiedades, pasando los dias..&lt;br /&gt;de rodillas rezando y rogando para que eso este sucediendo,&lt;br /&gt;exprimiendo el momento para que lo que siente sea veradad,&lt;br /&gt;y la unica verdad es que esta hecho de lo que sus altares demuestran..&lt;br /&gt;pura fe, dificilmente realidad..&lt;br /&gt;compartiendo soledades y absolutamente nada mas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..aunque seas su alegria... nunca sera feliz con ese compromiso solamente nocturno...&lt;br /&gt;..de madrugada.. cuando chilla el gallo..&lt;br /&gt;a esa hora lo que siente se parece demaciado al agujazo que como trueno intempestivo rasga sus lindas alas...&lt;br /&gt;.. por eso sigue de rodillas.. aun tiene mucho tiempo para contemplar su fe...&lt;br /&gt;yo seguire mirando, oculta y curiosa...&lt;br /&gt;..siempre de su lado..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-2194534373301805585?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/2194534373301805585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=2194534373301805585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2194534373301805585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/2194534373301805585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/corazoncito-delator-by-migala.html' title='So long to this cold, cold part of the world'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RtmQzTylQBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/waZVcq71FF8/s72-c/sintitulo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1092939281696431964</id><published>2007-08-23T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:42:53.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>diduhaveconfessed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rs5TsDylP_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/uUCcwfQTG5w/s1600-h/muchachas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rs5TsDylP_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/uUCcwfQTG5w/s400/muchachas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102107444254162930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1092939281696431964?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1092939281696431964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1092939281696431964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1092939281696431964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1092939281696431964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/diduhaveconfessed.html' title='diduhaveconfessed?'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rs5TsDylP_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/uUCcwfQTG5w/s72-c/muchachas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-4558525160884120621</id><published>2007-08-14T12:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:05:53.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On an island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RsHtbH4tpEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mOdR1Tv03TM/s1600-h/sonreidote.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RsHtbH4tpEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mOdR1Tv03TM/s400/sonreidote.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098617303389283394" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Remember that night, white stairs in the moonlight &lt;br /&gt;They walked here too, through empty playground, this ghosts town &lt;br /&gt;Children again on rusty swings getting higher &lt;br /&gt;Sharing a dream on an island it felt right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lay side by side between the moon and the tide &lt;br /&gt;Mapping the stars for awhile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the night surround you &lt;br /&gt;We´re halfway to the stars &lt;br /&gt;Ebb and flow, let it go &lt;br /&gt;Feel the warmth beside you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that night, the warmth and the laughter &lt;br /&gt;Candles burn though the church was deserted &lt;br /&gt;At dawn we went down through empty streets to the harbor &lt;br /&gt;Dreamers may leave but they´re here everafter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the night surround you &lt;br /&gt;We´re halfway to the stars &lt;br /&gt;Ebb and Flow, let it go &lt;br /&gt;Feel the warmth beside you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Gilmour/ album: On an island&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-4558525160884120621?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/4558525160884120621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=4558525160884120621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4558525160884120621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4558525160884120621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/pedrito-simon-mi-vida.html' title='On an island'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RsHtbH4tpEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mOdR1Tv03TM/s72-c/sonreidote.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-3095101910961915287</id><published>2007-07-25T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:36:37.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>itwould ve been could ve been worse than u wouldever know...   by Migala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RqfvqH4tpBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yQ4wmEZKDIg/s1600-h/mun%CC%83equits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RqfvqH4tpBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yQ4wmEZKDIg/s400/mun%CC%83equits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091301410716099602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no habra mensaje sin ser leido.. &lt;br /&gt;El dia en que tenia que venir, no lo hizo, ella no contesto ese grito delirante y desesperante que aquel evoco...poruqe le dio miedo... las cercanias asustan .. sobretodo las que estan muy cerca...&lt;br /&gt;no es justo que siga viviendo en aquel zotano cualquiera donde no logra atinar el que hacer para poder arrancarse ese desdichado gusano negro que cuelga de su lado izquierdo.. y que solo se manda todo loque puede... sin merecer nada..&lt;br /&gt;el capitulo que siempre viene casi al final del desenlace... esta vez.. &lt;br /&gt;..dolio demaciado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3095101910961915287?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3095101910961915287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3095101910961915287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3095101910961915287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3095101910961915287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/itwould-ve-been-could-ve-been-worse.html' title='itwould ve been could ve been worse than u wouldever know...   by Migala'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RqfvqH4tpBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yQ4wmEZKDIg/s72-c/mun%CC%83equits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1247998213164702933</id><published>2007-07-24T15:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:59:38.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>el unico y verdadero amor de mi vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RqZoIn4to_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bVy9GYgF2Pw/s1600-h/bebito+bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RqZoIn4to_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bVy9GYgF2Pw/s320/bebito+bebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090870926144021490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1247998213164702933?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1247998213164702933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1247998213164702933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1247998213164702933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1247998213164702933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-unico-y-verdadero-amor-de-mi-vida.html' title='el unico y verdadero amor de mi vida!'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RqZoIn4to_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bVy9GYgF2Pw/s72-c/bebito+bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-9182536455826776290</id><published>2007-07-23T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:42:52.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sueño parte 1 (s/t)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RqQ6p34to-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kr07MqzqptE/s1600-h/embarazada+plastica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RqQ6p34to-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kr07MqzqptE/s400/embarazada+plastica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090257969886372834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..y sin poder despertar del todo, ya estaba cayendo dormido otra vez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucho furiosamente por su vida.. cuando no se prestaba para que la viviera.. &lt;br /&gt;para salvarse apreto fuertemente contra su pecho aquel recuerdo vivo, tibio como sus labios, sangrante aun...&lt;br /&gt;porque habia pasado solo una hora desde que lo habia asesinado...&lt;br /&gt;y este se aferro sin medida... agarrandose con todas sus fuerzas, perdiendo el valor para cumplir con su oficio, el de marcharse antes de ser el primero en salir lastimado...&lt;br /&gt;y siguio ahi, sin darle al menos, el tiempo necesario para despedirse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. y es verdad que jamas podran separase del todo, porque asesinarse mil veces, requiere de demaciado apego...&lt;br /&gt;..de un interminable cariño...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-9182536455826776290?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/9182536455826776290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=9182536455826776290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/9182536455826776290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/9182536455826776290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/beautiful-day.html' title='sueño parte 1 (s/t)'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RqQ6p34to-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/kr07MqzqptE/s72-c/embarazada+plastica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7514560528270287378</id><published>2007-07-16T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:49:06.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>falling in love... for the first time... brian kinney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rpw7oE0foqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gtZt015Hz4g/s1600-h/queer_as_folk_02_Brian_Kinney_200_225_Warner_Television.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rpw7oE0foqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gtZt015Hz4g/s400/queer_as_folk_02_Brian_Kinney_200_225_Warner_Television.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088007238696542882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de un gey pero..&lt;br /&gt;maldito ricoooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7514560528270287378?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7514560528270287378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7514560528270287378&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7514560528270287378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7514560528270287378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/falling-in-love-for-first-timebrian.html' title='falling in love... for the first time... brian kinney'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rpw7oE0foqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gtZt015Hz4g/s72-c/queer_as_folk_02_Brian_Kinney_200_225_Warner_Television.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-4517223578526713409</id><published>2007-07-04T14:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:44:02.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>un sentimientito mas pop.. migala proximamente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rov3z-fGPbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lQWUjRkoGs0/s1600-h/bloger+afro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rov3z-fGPbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lQWUjRkoGs0/s400/bloger+afro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083429076736556466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-4517223578526713409?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/4517223578526713409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=4517223578526713409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4517223578526713409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4517223578526713409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/migala-prox.html' title='un sentimientito mas pop.. migala proximamente!'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rov3z-fGPbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lQWUjRkoGs0/s72-c/bloger+afro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-4060619459558211175</id><published>2007-07-04T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:10:00.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MI TALON DE AQUILES... by migala..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RotLJufGPaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JIcFbjzqBVQ/s1600-h/ojo+negro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RotLJufGPaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JIcFbjzqBVQ/s400/ojo+negro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083239234887105954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..hay veces en las que dedico un segundo de mi dia a extrañar.. añorar o como se llame...&lt;br /&gt;no mas de eso.. pero aun lo hago..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-4060619459558211175?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/4060619459558211175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=4060619459558211175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4060619459558211175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4060619459558211175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/mi-talon-de-aquiles-by-migala.html' title='MI TALON DE AQUILES... by migala..'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RotLJufGPaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JIcFbjzqBVQ/s72-c/ojo+negro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-135058348471390354</id><published>2007-07-02T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:17:25.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RoiKXufGPZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UxVoQJAeElw/s1600-h/lipstickFRONT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RoiKXufGPZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UxVoQJAeElw/s400/lipstickFRONT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082464319707692434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-135058348471390354?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/135058348471390354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=135058348471390354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/135058348471390354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/135058348471390354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RoiKXufGPZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/UxVoQJAeElw/s72-c/lipstickFRONT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6769808752982518135</id><published>2007-06-27T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:16:05.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And where's the blood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RoM60OfGPYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YS8Kb6Eyb3w/s1600-h/redyorker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RoM60OfGPYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YS8Kb6Eyb3w/s400/redyorker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080969473520188802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I fall or was I pushed?&lt;br /&gt;Did I fall or was I pushed?&lt;br /&gt;And where's the blood?&lt;br /&gt;And where's the blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;To make it all right&lt;br /&gt;So dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think the same things at the same time&lt;br /&gt;We just cant do anything about it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thome Yorke lyrics&lt;br /&gt;HarrowdownHill...:&lt;br /&gt;(the eraser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..voltea la cabeza hacia un lado, mirando de reojo piensa en cuanto le duele la panza; recuerda todas las enfermedades medievales que ha tenido que pasar para llegar ahi..  como olvidar toda la crueldad de su acertada decision...&lt;br /&gt;sin hablar, mil veces se cayo, lastimandose las manos... esas manos que en antiguas pesadillas vio, cocidas de frente, palma con palma..sin valor alguno, sin uso posible..  y se asusto.. que haria sin ellas ahora?, no sabia hacer nada con su cabeza, solo voltearla y mirar de reojo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. que nos da mas que una voluptuosa pena..   interminable,   irremediable... &lt;br /&gt;ya no puede resistir sus ojos mirando el horizonte, escapando de la realidad...&lt;br /&gt;..jamas querra convertirse en hacedora de sufrimiento ajeno... &lt;br /&gt;porque inevitablemente ahora ama a la humanidad...&lt;br /&gt;mas que antes y &lt;br /&gt;mas que nunca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6769808752982518135?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6769808752982518135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6769808752982518135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6769808752982518135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6769808752982518135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/buscando-la-paz.html' title='And where&apos;s the blood?'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RoM60OfGPYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YS8Kb6Eyb3w/s72-c/redyorker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7646818120477759727</id><published>2007-06-20T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:29:04.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>en aquellos felices tiempos parte II (ooooh good bye blue sky..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rni-k5ttr2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/dTbTsHXvHXc/s1600-h/peques+diabita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rni-k5ttr2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/dTbTsHXvHXc/s320/peques+diabita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078018121037360994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm..me atrevo a retarla... mas alla de su propia inteligencia.. la cual es escasa... la cual esta en proceso.. yo a esa edad no pensaba esas cosas.... asunto y ego de viejas.. de señoras...&lt;br /&gt;...en algun pais no tan lejano se respetaba a los mayores..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; vagos sentimientos rodean mis pies... El principio de lo desconocido, es el principio del fin... y entregarme a el es lo que le dara la paz.. que seria de las almas perdidas sin el contacto con lo nunca antes visto, sin la confianaza en si mismos y sin el sentimiento mas prudente y absoluto  que te da el renacer con lo que algunos llamamos fe... (en que parte de este divertido camino, perdiste la fe?? para ser capaz de asumirte victima de ti mism???)&lt;br /&gt;hasta esta parte, hemos hablado mil veces de saltar al vacio.. yo tu el ellos, ellas, ellitas (tomese en cuenta claramente el diminutivo.. obvias razones), nosotros, etc...  sin saber aun el resultado de esa valiosa suma de todas nuestras acciones.. restando las deudas viejas, multiplicando por el poder activo y creativo de lo que tiene que venir.. de lo que aun no hacemos, de las miles de metidas de patas que aun nos falta por cometer... &lt;br /&gt;..en el nuevo camino se siguio encontrando con el demonio, de una forma distinta, cara a cara, asumiendo su deseo y mirandolo ya como patetico.. el comprendio, vio su vientre, lloriqueo  y se hizo humo... aun queda el olor.. ella miro para abajo y se va tomando el ultimo trago, evidentemente mas dulce que antes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ look mummy, theres an aeroplane up in the sky!+&lt;br /&gt;+goood bye bluuue sky, good bye blue sky, goood bye.. good bye...+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7646818120477759727?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7646818120477759727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7646818120477759727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7646818120477759727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7646818120477759727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/en-aquellos-felices-tiempos-parte-ii.html' title='en aquellos felices tiempos parte II (ooooh good bye blue sky..)'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rni-k5ttr2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/dTbTsHXvHXc/s72-c/peques+diabita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-4490650056702581149</id><published>2007-06-18T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:17:16.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>en aquellos felices tiempos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RnYigpttr1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/FpI3_FWDr3Y/s1600-h/foto+moto+sapoinc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RnYigpttr1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/FpI3_FWDr3Y/s320/foto+moto+sapoinc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077283574255562578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parece que fue ayer... los sapos mas cabrones de quito.. &lt;br /&gt;..estando listos para saltar... y saltar... de lo unico que se dependia era de la family.. y de algunos aditivos propios para no ahuevarse a brincar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salud por el pasado!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-4490650056702581149?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RnYigpttr1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/FpI3_FWDr3Y/s72-c/foto+moto+sapoinc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7644997113312253927</id><published>2007-06-14T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T11:46:27.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>monserrate caballe y freddy... un antojo mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RnDcS5ttr0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BP7M6Hkbs8Q/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RnDcS5ttr0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BP7M6Hkbs8Q/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075798997334863682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..creo que mi bebe se enamoro de la voz de estos dos juntos.. &lt;br /&gt;que emocion..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7644997113312253927?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7644997113312253927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7644997113312253927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7644997113312253927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7644997113312253927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/monserrate-caballe-y-freddy.html' title='monserrate caballe y freddy... un antojo mas...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RnDcS5ttr0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BP7M6Hkbs8Q/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1867429258881634609</id><published>2007-06-05T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:19:01.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Retrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RmY9MJttrzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nyWXcmAC4kU/s1600-h/hermanitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RmY9MJttrzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nyWXcmAC4kU/s320/hermanitas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072809309254823730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay&lt;br /&gt;Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.&lt;br /&gt;All five horizons revolved around her soul&lt;br /&gt;As the earth to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and all I taught her was everything&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                          Pearl Jam - Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ahora tu amor es tan lejano como esta ella de mi... esta vez soy una observadora, esta vez ellas juegan a hacerse bien, tienen los mismos deseos, pero se dan las espaldas...son tan iguales que no se diferencia ni su propio sexo... pero no pueden resistir su cercania... no quieren aceptar su propia voluntad....ella da el primer golpe, ella lo recibe, y se reciente.. entonces se va al final de la mesa, no se pueden mirar.. .mas que en el espejo, y este le recuerda amargamente, lo que dejo atras.. todo es como un cuento de hadas, lleno de blancas paredes y flores que reflejan sin duda alguna su feminidad...  la misma que les ata para siempre..yo pense que iban a estar juntas por mil eternidades, pero sus costuras se han deshecho.. los hilos han sido mordidos por las noches, cuando estaban dormidas, cuando pensaban que nada las acechaba... una gran araña mordisqueaba esos buenos hilos de plata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1867429258881634609?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1867429258881634609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1867429258881634609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1867429258881634609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1867429258881634609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-retrato.html' title='El Retrato'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RmY9MJttrzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nyWXcmAC4kU/s72-c/hermanitas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-8225317243596766982</id><published>2007-06-03T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:15:28.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>buscando perrito??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RmOYSm43BkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KMazqz4jQ2U/s1600-h/perrito+dos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RmOYSm43BkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KMazqz4jQ2U/s320/perrito+dos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072065050793412162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque no se quiera... le toca.... a una&lt;br /&gt;..la cuestion no es banderearse frente a mil giles diciendose defensoras del honor de todas a las que nos toca ser lo que ellos no son..&lt;br /&gt;.. pero es dificil seguir siendo como se nos ha enseñado.. es dificil mostrar las verdaderas razones de nuestro actuar, sin temor a que se nos ponga palabras en la boca, justo antes de salir corriendooo, no salga corriendoo.. no se muerde mas que para calmar la gana.. mm...&lt;br /&gt;la diferencia esta en callarse o ladrar? da igual, bajo las cobijas lo que importa es el temperamento.. je je un par de ladriditos no hacen mal a nadie diga...&lt;br /&gt;.. siento mucho haber sido como todas... haber dado la vuelta a la piel y mostrar solo la sangre correr, sin piedad, con toda la razon.. pero con el corazoncito amordazado para que no chille, para que no delate..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-8225317243596766982?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/8225317243596766982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=8225317243596766982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8225317243596766982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8225317243596766982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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la salsa buena, de esas que todos coreamos cuando hay chance, ya sea para honrrar a semejantes musicos, o para decir que uno si sabe mover el esqueleto, que la mama de uno nacio en esmeraldas y que que rico es tirarse una gringa despues de una salsita costeña... siendo serrano...&lt;br /&gt;liniecitas que nuestros queridos All Stars interpretaron hace muchos tantos años atras... y que algunitos tienen como enganche barato de fin de fiesta pendeja... me ha pasado... me paso..&lt;br /&gt;yo solo quisiera saber como se hacia para entrar a una fiesta donde andaban rodando, alando, chupando, porsupuesto cantando y musicalizando gentes como el sr Colon, el señor Feliciano, Blades, el Sr. Rivera, la gritona de la Celia, el Mr. Tito Puente, Barreto, Ray, Palmieri...hasta llegar al trono ineludible donde compartian a medias nalgas el mismisimo Jector Lavoe y Johnny Pacheco.... me imagino que buenas farras.. como las que ya no me pego...&lt;br /&gt;..New York en los años en los que yo nacia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1905773369652071160?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1905773369652071160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1905773369652071160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1905773369652071160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1905773369652071160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/todo-tiene-su-finaaal-nada-dura-para.html' title='..todo tiene su finaaal... nada dura para siempre....!'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6239752593854237292</id><published>2007-05-29T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:47:40.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>que tal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlvDcW43BjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NNZvS25vJJs/s1600-h/casa+manu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlvDcW43BjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NNZvS25vJJs/s200/casa+manu2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069860697483445810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy es un dia sagrado.. a pesar de todo me he sentido capaz de estar bien...&lt;br /&gt;y una de las mas de 3 razones que tengo, es que puedo sentir que las cosas por fin estan mutando, dejando atras su suave letargo, su viejo placer... hay mas de 3 historias que contar, ahi con los mismos ojos de ayer, pero mirando hacia otra parte, solo contando con todo lo viejo como hecho saber, asi puedo ser feliz con lo que sucede ami alrededor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+1.-esuna pena, que no lo entiendas, es una pena que no lo sientas, o que tomes la desicion de mirarse mas alla que a las tres de la mañana, en la cama.... es una pena por ti.. poruqe ella sabe lo que hace... tiene una estrategia al / igual que una esperanza...el calor que consume al cuerpo que yace al lado de sus churos, es mas grande que el mismisimo miedo de dejar que alguien mas vea lo que el ve... es una historia sin final, como suele sueceder en estos tiempos.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+2.- es la historia perfecta... es el momento en el que todo aquel que esta situado a sus alrededores, empieza a recuperar la armonia... solos ahi, en medio de mil, con las piernas entrecruzadas, con las manos pegadas, con los labios enrojecidos de tanto besar... estan hablando y bebiendo, estan solos, han estado juntos todo el tiempo necesario para que esto jamas tenga final.. es una historia sin final... como no suele suceder en estos tiempos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+3.- ella eshermosa, ella sabe lo que hace, ella es capaz de poner en la mesa todas esas cosas que nosotras estamos acostumbradas a guardar bajo la refrigeradora... o atras de la cama.... ella es la sorpresa mas agradable, cuando viene, porque nos recuerda, con su presencia, que el ser hembra y  madre va mas alla de cualquier prediccion, de cualquier condicion, de cualquier man, de cualquier sociedad... es una verdadera mujer... te extraño... mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+4.- el no supo como cagarla mas, tal vez hablando mas pudo llevarla a visitar los mismismos infiernos a los que ya estamos empezando a acostumbrarnos... porque el oyó, eso de algun amigo, mas bien de todos sus amigos de todos.... y lo repitio... sin piedad... a ella, tan increible mujer, le toco vivir ese momento horrendo, lleno de decepcion... como todas hemos vivido, y no dejaremos de hacerlo, mientras la culpa no redima, mientras el de alado tenga la razon, y mientras no se deje de tener miedo, a lo que realmente andan buscando... es una historia sin final... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+5.- la numero 5de las panas, mas bien descanza de todas estas posibilidades, feliz viendo su vientre crecer, y teniendo en cuenta, mas que encuenta, que hay lugares en los que es mejor estar ausente, seguir ausente... porque desea estar bien, lejos de la simpleza y del despecho... y pa que..de la estupidez.. jeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en tdodo caso, nadie mas que las implicadas comprenderan estas historias mal contadas deun fin de semana que se jamas fue como los anteriores... todo se junto para asegurarnos que las cosas cambian, y que a la final siguen iguales.. pero siempre juntas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mil besos... millones de besos...&lt;br /&gt;y salud! por mis panitas, que sigamos en el camino de lo que realmente nos da placer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6239752593854237292?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6239752593854237292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6239752593854237292&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7449359293503323655</id><published>2007-05-26T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:02:39.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EL NUEVO ORDEN! el principio del fin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RliY2m43BiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dJxfzTOeDw4/s1600-h/Nonew+order.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RliY2m43BiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dJxfzTOeDw4/s400/Nonew+order.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068969444524885538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saludito a todo aquel que tenga el buen gusto de ser fan de esta buena banda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7449359293503323655?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7449359293503323655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7449359293503323655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7449359293503323655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7449359293503323655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/saludito-todo-aquel-que-tenga-el-buen.html' title='EL NUEVO ORDEN! el principio del fin...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RliY2m43BiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dJxfzTOeDw4/s72-c/Nonew+order.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-3086535700084863043</id><published>2007-05-24T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:04:21.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miercoles-mayo-007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlUhk243BhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/s9K-ONrcAP0/s1600-h/dosmujeres+un+camino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlUhk243BhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/s9K-ONrcAP0/s200/dosmujeres+un+camino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067993872768370194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. mildemoniosllegan hacia mi.. ellos tienen la culpa, ellos me hacen actuar de esta destructiva manera...&lt;br /&gt;.. es tiempode restituirlo todo, hare las paces conmigomism para poder mirarte denuevo alosojos, y tranquilizar la ira de tus pendejas e infantiles palabras, como juega esa irremediableboquita, como provoca, como seduce almal, al malantojo de dar urgente la vuelta y marcharse... nuncahesido asi.. jamas sere de esa manera... me preparo para que elmal, sea, pero en bien.. como siempre...&lt;br /&gt;.. nosquiero asi sentaditos juntos y contentos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3086535700084863043?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlUhk243BhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/s9K-ONrcAP0/s72-c/dosmujeres+un+camino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-579901854944866594</id><published>2007-05-22T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:42:29.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlPGCW43BeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XU8mihG-HkM/s1600-h/bye+bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlPGCW43BeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XU8mihG-HkM/s400/bye+bye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067611749528045026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlEDdm43BdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gUp92j3KDPc/s200/bolitascolores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066834862958642642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con los mismo ojos de antes, se encuentra parado alfrentede las tres opciones mas atractivas, mas suculentas, se pregunta mil veces...  y la respuesta esta siempre ahi, en suspropias narices.. ylosabe..&lt;br /&gt;..pero obvio, no es la mas facil, es las mas complicada, porque sabeque si pruebaese esesabor, jamaspodra volver a dar vuelta hacia atras... y huir y eso le retuerce los intestinos, y le gusta... le encanta...  mide, calcula (con lo acostumbrado acalcular...) y siempre la respuesta esta ensu garganta.. &lt;br /&gt;..cuantasve ces hasentidola necesidad de salir corriendo y acabar con el silencio, y gritarle a todo el mundo en lacara cual es la verdad del asunto.. todos ya lo saben, todos lo tienen mas que comprendido..pero ledesgarrala idea de sentirse descubierto, vulnerable...de saber que eso le llevahacia sumismisima muerte...lamuerte deese ser quele ayuda a calmarsupococomun deseo..desaber queeso le quitaralopocoquele queda... sumisterio... ysinel no puede enfrentarse a nadie.... nose sabe capaz de poder sobrellevar tanto, tan grandiososentimiento... &lt;br /&gt;..asivamosbuscando todos losmotivos de nuestra pocavalentia... mas bien nos desviamos, nostapamos losojos y escogemos la opcion quenos perforará losdientes....&lt;br /&gt;..tu no sientes. nosabes porque sigues ahi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-8199821613536967605?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/8199821613536967605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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vomitando y vos?... estas chiquito, debesestarcomodo ahi.. calientito..&lt;br /&gt;eso espero...&lt;br /&gt;te amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7393923578911795860?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7393923578911795860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7393923578911795860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7393923578911795860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7393923578911795860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlPO7m43BfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uhhXN3wWlkM/s1600-h/besitos+varios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlPO7m43BfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uhhXN3wWlkM/s200/besitos+varios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067621529168578034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cuando pienso en bajar a los infiernos mas profundos con esa extrañayconocida decepcion.. cuando, todo se vuelve oscuro y sin razon, cuando no disfruto las cosas como antes, los sabores noson losmismos, los olores te apestan, cuando llega ese momento de alto dolor, en ese mismo instante, sueleaparecer algo que daun respiroabsoluto, que daalegrias..&lt;br /&gt;hay encuentrosquedecidenelfuturo, que predicen un tiempobacan, aunque nosea real, aunque dureunminuto aunque tengasqueesperar para ver que sucede, ese segundo caliente acalorado apasionado, se me convierte en risaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;..en felicidad....&lt;br /&gt;+en eseabrazo te di mi vida ese rato, enesebesitotedi unapartede mi corazon, de ese desgastado y poco coherente corazon, que estaba dejando delatir... te regalo par latiditos, a ti te regalo una sonrisa..! solo es eso..&lt;br /&gt;que bueno fue verte... saberque te importomipresencia mas que mi condicion.....+&lt;br /&gt;..fue alobestia...!&lt;br /&gt;sinesperarnadadenada&lt;br /&gt;..tequieromucho  y ya teextraño...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3222290047165929990?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3222290047165929990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3222290047165929990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3222290047165929990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3222290047165929990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/mmm-que-muchita.html' title='mmm.. que muchita...!'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RlPO7m43BfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uhhXN3wWlkM/s72-c/besitos+varios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7822284166495124378</id><published>2007-05-10T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:14:22.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cut&amp;pasteNo.100000000000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rk07y243BaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bKUQXmrjoVc/s1600-h/burrito+triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rk07y243BaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bKUQXmrjoVc/s200/burrito+triste.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065770900775175586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ver... como para aprovechar el ultimo respiro demipipazo, cuasipenultimo en este tiempo.. por obvias razones no... y porque capaz maschanceme ahuevo.. como mehasucedido antes...&lt;br /&gt;quiero desearle lomejor.. como siempre, ud se lomerece, udeslomaximo... ud me hace sentir mil millones decosas ala vez....asi le digo, asiescribiendo.., pareciendome a otros, escribiendo como otros, y sabiendo de antemano que ud detesta el hecho de caminar engrupo mirando al horizontey abrazados.. todos juntospasantes de HCJB.... asi mismisimo le hago un obsequio, no porque sea de necesario valor, sino mas bien, porque para mi tiene fines didacticos, y cursis...que intentan deseperadamente definir un maldito puntofinal, a toda esta historia larga y pesada.... y esta es una especie de verdad...una especie...digamos:     yo siempre lo he amado, como es, sin necesitar que sea distinto.. que sea menos imbecil con el mundo entero... que me dealgo a cambio, mas que su presencia..... es bueno lo quehe sentido por ud, sientase afortunado, ha sido siempre para bien..... por eso al delatar unas pasadas intenciones, le hago entrega de misrecuerdos, como infimo obsequio..  para intentarasesinar, masacrar, desaparecer todo sentimiento de amor... que pude sentir...asi le entrego mis recuerdos... &lt;br /&gt;unos a lobestia... otros dolorozasos....otros cotidianos, a su lado me he sentido como en casa... siempre en buenacompañia... fumando, riendo, oyendo, valorando el que hacer de cadad cual.... colgueteando.. criticando... ..estando en un infintosilencio....siendo solo para ud...ah! y viendolerevolcarsecon medioquitotambien... y esto, aun sabiedo como es...  ha matadosiempre, cualquier animo de pertenecerledeltodo... no confio en ud... nunca podria..soloviveparahacersuvoluntad.. paramatarlas ansiasy losdeseosde otros, de mi... porsupuesto.. pertenecerle, avecessignifica, como mujer, perdertoda dignidad posible.... esperando un concierto, unbuen tema, unfindesemana... haciendofilapara entrar a su cuarto....para estaren su cama...porque ud, mi querido, ud solo juega como gato, como perro... peloteando lossentimientos..de una garra a otra, sin queesto afecte su afamadarutina..... es poreso que me despido.. que dejo su recuerdo intacto.. pero en el pasado.... sabiendo profundamente que con esto...me jugare la vida... me juego el corazon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora todoes inciertazo para mi... pero quiero que sepa que siempre sera parte vital de mi vida y la del ser que desde hace poco queacompaña.... &lt;br /&gt;..ud es mi panita... como pocos... como ud nomas... y ese cariño es el que quedara... &lt;br /&gt;..le deseo lo mejor... &lt;br /&gt;..le adoro!.. le admiro mucho... &lt;br /&gt;le deseo lo mejor....&lt;br /&gt;siempre lo mejor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7822284166495124378?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7822284166495124378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rk07y243BaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bKUQXmrjoVc/s72-c/burrito+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-3594109045298007052</id><published>2007-05-06T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:06:19.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mi bebe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rj4ID29KYpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VYi6k3ymgdg/s1600-h/bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rj4ID29KYpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VYi6k3ymgdg/s320/bebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061491893595693714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..has estado ahi nomas... yo no tenia idea..pero has estado ahi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3594109045298007052?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3594109045298007052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3594109045298007052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3594109045298007052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3594109045298007052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/mi-bebe.html' title='mi bebe....'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rj4ID29KYpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VYi6k3ymgdg/s72-c/bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-8982139318080119043</id><published>2007-04-29T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:52:58.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"el tonto"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RjV2HW9KYoI/AAAAAAAAADs/9-VDYoBal6M/s1600-h/Tarot0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RjV2HW9KYoI/AAAAAAAAADs/9-VDYoBal6M/s320/Tarot0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059079625213895298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siento tanto el haber perdido la compostura todo este tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;este rato ausente en el que no he hecho otra cosa que olvidar... aunque me haya fallado la estrategia...&lt;br /&gt;como usualmente anda pasando...&lt;br /&gt;llegara el dia en que se cumplan las mil profecias de todas las gitanas de la zona y de el señor turco buena gente del cafecito...&lt;br /&gt;pero aun se siente el frio que supone.. que lo tan esperado no acaba de llegar... se la extraña...&lt;br /&gt;esa tranquilidad que guio la vida.. antes del desastre, y despues, obviamente... (se sabe que asi sera)&lt;br /&gt;..se encuentra pensando, en un esquinita olvidada de la casa, en la que puede fumar libremetne-pensar tranquilamente, revolverlo todo, en el momento justo que viene despues DEL momento; le pica la pierna, porque le torturan los picados de los moscos en la playa.. y ese placer, el de pasar rapidamente las yemas de los dedos sobre la piel caliente, le da tiempo para recordar mas que nunca, que se vio a ella misma enfrentandose cara a cara con la locura.... la locura de perderse en territorios tenebrosos, que no son parte de su camino... y que ha rechazado con pasion mientras seguia la vida....la locura de sentir lo que sienten todas, lo que dicen sentir todas...&lt;br /&gt;.. el pensar el por que nacimos tan distintos... &lt;br /&gt;.. el amar a este caso perdido....&lt;br /&gt;.. el odiar estar aun parada al borde, y ya querer saltar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-8982139318080119043?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/8982139318080119043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=8982139318080119043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8982139318080119043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8982139318080119043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/oraculitos.html' title='&quot;el tonto&quot;'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RjV2HW9KYoI/AAAAAAAAADs/9-VDYoBal6M/s72-c/Tarot0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-4426583631871127139</id><published>2007-04-17T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:56:19.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>s/t</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RiWjxQD1miI/AAAAAAAAADk/XjJYQ6GYWzU/s1600-h/nieves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RiWjxQD1miI/AAAAAAAAADk/XjJYQ6GYWzU/s400/nieves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054626223313230370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+asi era la vista desde la ventana del auto..&lt;br /&gt;todos lo vieron, y jamas supieron si era cielo o suelo..... &lt;br /&gt;asi como los lugares de siempre..&lt;br /&gt;los que ellos compartieron..+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-4426583631871127139?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/4426583631871127139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=4426583631871127139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4426583631871127139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4426583631871127139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/st.html' title='s/t'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RiWjxQD1miI/AAAAAAAAADk/XjJYQ6GYWzU/s72-c/nieves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-3942264044350872783</id><published>2007-04-15T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:33:09.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>masea..</title><content type='html'>+(que taradez... la historia llega a su punto climax!...&lt;br /&gt;llega el momento en el que el se delata.. en el que el antagonista muestra, sin miedo, su real apariencia... (mil veces antes vista)&lt;br /&gt;cuando la protagonista empezo a pensar que habia algo diferente.. algo distinto en su mirada.. que hacia que todo tenga sentido,  que algo habia cambiado... : (algo se desgarro sin cura alguna..)&lt;br /&gt;es una clasica historia de fin de semana.. cursi..&lt;br /&gt;pero no es una historia distinta a la de la vecina evangelista de alfrente.. solo que con tanto alcohol y drogas.. no es mucho mas aburrido diga.. como sera la huevadilla entre canticos y galletas de cristos..?&lt;br /&gt;Renuncia, por decima vez...)+&lt;br /&gt;renuncio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3942264044350872783?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3942264044350872783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3942264044350872783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3942264044350872783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3942264044350872783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/masea.html' title='masea..'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-8108878997096372035</id><published>2007-04-08T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:01:12.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cut&amp;pasteNo.3 (thebigbrother)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RhlqbZhUXaI/AAAAAAAAADM/zR2qN-uJepY/s1600-h/el+gran+hermano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RhlqbZhUXaI/AAAAAAAAADM/zR2qN-uJepY/s320/el+gran+hermano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051185476012367266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y para que es que uno se mete en esto de develar la vida intima de uno mismo, a todo mundo..a los que andan en las mismas.. los panas, los no tan panas, los mas odiados, los mas amados tambien o a un infinito numero de desconocidos, tal vez por conocer... publico es publico... no sera que el voyerismo nos invade porque es la unica forma que uno tiene de comunicarse con los "OTRO" (ojo:sin S), sin que la cosa resulte tan.. digamos.. escalofriante... &lt;br /&gt;en que epocas andamos..  veo a mi alrededor.. y solo entiendo a todos dando vueltas, revolcandose sin parar y sin decir lo que realmente quieren... porque no se sabe nomas..&lt;br /&gt;yo almenos no tengo idea....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-8108878997096372035?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/8108878997096372035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=8108878997096372035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8108878997096372035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8108878997096372035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/cut-thebigbrother.html' title='cut&amp;pasteNo.3 (thebigbrother)'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RhlqbZhUXaI/AAAAAAAAADM/zR2qN-uJepY/s72-c/el+gran+hermano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-527802739811767298</id><published>2007-04-06T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:22:53.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cut&amp;pasteNo.2 (SaraVaughn said:WhateverLolawants...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RhZ4FphUXXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l0EN_v5hpnA/s1600-h/57598513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RhZ4FphUXXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l0EN_v5hpnA/s200/57598513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050356070582869362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4deabrilde2007: eresunapersona con suerte, y ademas, persigues lo que quieres sin titubeos... hoytendrasmuchaeregia, sobre todo sexual, algo quepodria hacer que buscaras o que demostrarasciertaagresividad a la hora de disfrutardela sexualidad.. Por dios!: ten cuidado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+..en el pasadomiles deveces me he lance al vacio por vos.. y ahi mismo me rompi la caracuando no te vi ahi abajo, esperandome... ahora mis pies dan vueltas, se hacen para atras, intentando alejarsedelpeligro que significa saltar paraestar a tu lado... los voy a apoyardesesperadamente.. aunnopuedo mirar tu mirada y dejar desentir ese unico sentimiento quedestruye miconfianza... y eso eslo unico quenecesitopara caminar, trotar, correr, tomar vuelo, lanzarme y caer sin miedo.. es que acaso es ese el camino?++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-527802739811767298?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/527802739811767298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=527802739811767298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/527802739811767298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/527802739811767298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/cut_06.html' title='cut&amp;pasteNo.2 (SaraVaughn said:WhateverLolawants...)'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RhZ4FphUXXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l0EN_v5hpnA/s72-c/57598513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-8488069546677616247</id><published>2007-04-02T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:31:31.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cut&amp;pasteNo.1 (quevivaeldescaro ya..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rhcrx5hUXYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jfsN-hourQs/s1600-h/botellin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rhcrx5hUXYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jfsN-hourQs/s200/botellin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050553643373452674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paradise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we left this town, we could walk the earth together&lt;br /&gt;If you let me down, I will live in you forever&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I want you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I want you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could find a home, we could go through time together&lt;br /&gt;If we could hold our own, devastate the night forever&lt;br /&gt;There's no place where we can't go&lt;br /&gt;There's no place where I have been&lt;br /&gt;There's no limit I can show&lt;br /&gt;There's no level inbetween&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, I could have seen you there,&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, I need you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I want you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I want you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, I could have seen you there&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into your lifeless eyes, I saw you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;There's no place where you can hide&lt;br /&gt;There's no place that I can't find&lt;br /&gt;There's no end to leave me clean&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason I have seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find me on my own, you could live your life forever&lt;br /&gt;Shall we leave our world alone, maybe we'll go back or never&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, I could've seen you there&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into your lifeless eyes, I saw you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I want you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I want you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I want you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I want you, I need you, I need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-8488069546677616247?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/8488069546677616247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=8488069546677616247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8488069546677616247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8488069546677616247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/cut_4689.html' title='cut&amp;pasteNo.1 (quevivaeldescaro ya..)'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rhcrx5hUXYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jfsN-hourQs/s72-c/botellin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7424838954685024423</id><published>2007-04-01T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:43:32.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thewayofthewarrior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RhBRqMj0lLI/AAAAAAAAACA/HXjsfdyW3jg/s1600-h/directo+al+sepuku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RhBRqMj0lLI/AAAAAAAAACA/HXjsfdyW3jg/s400/directo+al+sepuku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048624967650153650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;directo al SepuKu...&lt;br /&gt;esto es claramente un suicidio... HaraKiri, un SepuKo...&lt;br /&gt;hay mil formas famosas de quitarse la vida. .. la clasica de la cuerda colgada del techo... el gas saliendo del horno, el pistolazo y las piedras en los bolsillos dentro de un rio profundo... el terrazaso, o rasgarse las venas de una buena vez... podemos hacerlo estetico, podemos hacerlo juntos.. seguro sale bien... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+como sentir verguenza por la forma en la que late... como no poder enfrentar a este gran temor.. de perder algo que no se sabe tener.... que no se quiere tener... que no se entiende... llenos de verguenza.. vamos donde el maestro y hemos dicho que fracasamos en el intento.... solo el sabra defendernos de nosotros mismos....+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7424838954685024423?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7424838954685024423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7424838954685024423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7424838954685024423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7424838954685024423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/thewayofthewarrior.html' title='thewayofthewarrior...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RhBRqMj0lLI/AAAAAAAAACA/HXjsfdyW3jg/s72-c/directo+al+sepuku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-4345916178268635883</id><published>2007-03-27T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T00:52:59.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>viciosyvirtudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rgiwl-zGqkI/AAAAAAAAABg/BFqWAoxlzCw/s1600-h/vicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rgiwl-zGqkI/AAAAAAAAABg/BFqWAoxlzCw/s200/vicio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046477549027633730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando uno empieza a escribircasisiempre...&lt;br /&gt;suele acordarse de algunas gentes... que mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;hay que dedicar! hay que dedicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love uuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;sin ser ecosdenadie.... solo sesabe quelafelicidadesta en el hechodemirarnoslascaras.....&lt;br /&gt;+va por mis panas+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-4345916178268635883?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/4345916178268635883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=4345916178268635883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4345916178268635883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/4345916178268635883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/03/viciosyvirtudes.html' title='viciosyvirtudes'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/Rgiwl-zGqkI/AAAAAAAAABg/BFqWAoxlzCw/s72-c/vicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7305393383683900295</id><published>2007-03-25T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:18:37.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rosario mi amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgdBygkelUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TjOGWhEvgSk/s1600-h/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgdBygkelUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TjOGWhEvgSk/s200/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046074243484128578" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      primero en el cielo.. luego en el borde de un edificio...&lt;br /&gt;                      luego de cabeza al suelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     ..ya no quiero beber mas de eso....&lt;br /&gt;                            no me haces bien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7305393383683900295?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/7305393383683900295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=7305393383683900295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7305393383683900295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7305393383683900295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/03/rosario-mi-amor.html' title='rosario mi amor...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgdBygkelUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TjOGWhEvgSk/s72-c/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-6841502376180790845</id><published>2007-03-25T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T03:36:12.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>delhechoalpastiche.. dicese asi:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgYzcAkelTI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z2j9SKkft_g/s1600-h/heladin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgYzcAkelTI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z2j9SKkft_g/s400/heladin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045776988797572402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.+dar la impresion de ser una creacion independiente+..&lt;br /&gt;vamoahiphotoshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*definitivamente no puedo vivir sin ti.. y sin ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-6841502376180790845?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/6841502376180790845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=6841502376180790845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6841502376180790845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/6841502376180790845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/03/delhechoalpastiche-dicese-asi.html' title='delhechoalpastiche.. dicese asi:'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgYzcAkelTI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z2j9SKkft_g/s72-c/heladin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-8270847342538200899</id><published>2007-03-24T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:31:47.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tengoganas d saberquererte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgW04AkelSI/AAAAAAAAABA/poQF4gXN0Gw/s1600-h/corazones+rojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgW04AkelSI/AAAAAAAAABA/poQF4gXN0Gw/s400/corazones+rojos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045637831857181986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;y por otro lado. asi como en otra hoja, con otra letra.. ese late y late sin parar, mi cabeza se rompe pensando, intentando decifrar algun gesto, quiero darme una señal...&lt;br /&gt;....intentar construir mis discursos de amor, sobre tu extraña forma de ser.. solo para  reconocerme a tu lado, a tu derecha, a tu izquierda, arriba tuyo y sobretodo abajo tuyo...&lt;br /&gt;veo morder tu labiecito y no puedo dejar de temblar.. en que parte del deseo tan grande que siento sobrevive el amor?? existe algo??&lt;br /&gt;..siempre de ladito.. de rebote.. haciendome la loca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...presioneaqui.. pero ppresione...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-8270847342538200899?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/8270847342538200899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=8270847342538200899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8270847342538200899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/8270847342538200899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/03/tengoganas-d-saberquererte.html' title='tengoganas d saberquererte...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgW04AkelSI/AAAAAAAAABA/poQF4gXN0Gw/s72-c/corazones+rojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-3842123770867492167</id><published>2007-03-23T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:59:36.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la unica que no tiene camara... digital (la clasica cocacola light de las feministas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgQaGAkelRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yYrxCpBkn3I/s1600-h/las+chicas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgQaGAkelRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yYrxCpBkn3I/s400/las+chicas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045186173096334610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en este país el problema bàsico de la gente, es no tener idea, ni la mas minima nocion, de que es lo que cada uno es... y peor aun de que es lo que uno quiere... vivimos en las montañas, llenos de frio... hay que usar gorritas... se nos esta enfriando la cabecitaaa...&lt;br /&gt;ayer caminaba apacible y estresada al mismo tiempo como siempre, hacia mi trabajo y oi a un par de guardias en plena Republica del Salvador (citando al gemido popular) que decian: "no importa que sean feas de cara, lo que importa es que tengan un buen culo...hermano".. y los manes ricotes pero...&lt;br /&gt;si una como hembra supiera que es el pensamiento exclusivo, de esos y solo esos personajes, bueno ya... digo yo ... es el trabajo tan aburrido que tienen estos seres... y una viviria tranquila pensando que cualquiera es bacan.... cuando en eso: NO!... &lt;br /&gt;si mis propios allegados tienen ese discurso pendejo de quiteño tabla..&lt;br /&gt;el resto de palabras consecuentes a este tipo de comentarios,  me ahorro porque la puteada que bien merecida se la tienen este tipo de huevones, ya ha tenido ecos en algunos lugares cerebrales de ciertas mujeres, que es donde debe depositarse cierta informacion para que cogan una piedra y rompan cabezas en vez de decirles que no importa lo que digan, y que ellos son buenos cuando estan los dos..SOLOS.. solos....&lt;br /&gt;que tal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..excusas para decirme que sigo sin confiar en ti..... pero si confio....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3842123770867492167?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3842123770867492167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3842123770867492167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3842123770867492167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3842123770867492167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-unica-que-no-tiene-camara-digital-la.html' title='la unica que no tiene camara... digital (la clasica cocacola light de las feministas)'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgQaGAkelRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yYrxCpBkn3I/s72-c/las+chicas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-1401031816042575416</id><published>2007-03-23T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T01:21:55.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>asi me suele pasar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgNxyAkelQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1YefnG6W1QQ/s1600-h/fondito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgNxyAkelQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1YefnG6W1QQ/s400/fondito.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045001111545484546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me importo... solo lo hice... denuevo... &lt;br /&gt;y tu solo existias...&lt;br /&gt;hay canciones poperas clasicas quinceañeras.. tan bien hechitas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bellanova rules!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-1401031816042575416?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/1401031816042575416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=1401031816042575416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1401031816042575416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/1401031816042575416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/03/asi-me-suele-pasar.html' title='asi me suele pasar..'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgNxyAkelQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1YefnG6W1QQ/s72-c/fondito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-3558623505417512461</id><published>2007-03-21T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:36:39.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aun asi te vas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgHiSAkelMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7Tz3kvO-1DY/s1600-h/el.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgHiSAkelMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7Tz3kvO-1DY/s400/el.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044561856650187970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como es posible que uno caiga y caiga y recaiga siempre un infinito numero de veces, en la misma situacion, que dice no querer caer...&lt;br /&gt; Hay una pana que conozco que a todo dice "la clasica  es..." y la mas clasica que he oido es la del alcohol frente a las penas.. je je siempre hay un alguien detras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...todasesaspalabras tienen resonancia en mis oidos, comointerpretoloque jamas he visto, y que esta justo frentea mis ojos,  de dondevienen todas esas nociones.. de ti.... de donde saldra esta relacion? &lt;br /&gt;                                                                   de donde saldra esta conexion?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   de tu parte mas amarga?&lt;br /&gt; deje asi... es mejor dejar asi ciertas cosas, dejemos de intentar cambiar cierta voluntad.. &lt;br /&gt;..noesjustoquetealejessinhablar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-3558623505417512461?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/feeds/3558623505417512461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6008999565063028336&amp;postID=3558623505417512461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3558623505417512461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/3558623505417512461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/03/aun-asi-te-vas.html' title='aun asi te vas...'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgHiSAkelMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7Tz3kvO-1DY/s72-c/el.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008999565063028336.post-7755581746677295757</id><published>2007-03-21T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:14:03.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia en el pais de las reinitas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgHX4wkelLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/paM3DNU7nkI/s1600-h/el+mas+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgHX4wkelLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/paM3DNU7nkI/s400/el+mas+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044550427742213298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Bueno bueno...&lt;br /&gt;como para no quedarse atras, para estar a la moda  je je y ya que todo el mundo tiene un blog... , hay que aprovechar la nueva banda ancha.. y decir, sin decir lo que es necesario que -alguien- mas oiga... he decidido escribir sin parar, comunicar digamos, hacerme un espacio donde las curadurias institucionales y ciertos panas, no lleguen a censurar como siempre... aunque sepa, redundantemente, que no se escribir.. porque definitivamente yo naci para otras cosas.. haremos un esfuerzo, depronto en vano, depronto no... quien sabe... que pase..&lt;br /&gt;mas bien&lt;br /&gt;vamos a verf que sale...++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6008999565063028336-7755581746677295757?l=delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7755581746677295757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6008999565063028336/posts/default/7755581746677295757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delhechoalpastiche.blogspot.com/2007/03/amelia-en-el-pais-de-las-reinitas.html' title='Amelia en el pais de las reinitas..'/><author><name>la unica que no tiene camara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09515138659117560880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/SfdKx4oPRHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/g5xIdc6CQTk/S220/yo+y+mi+otro+yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ju6jbqOIFA/RgHX4wkelLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/paM3DNU7nkI/s72-c/el+mas+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
