<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973</id><updated>2009-10-13T19:26:37.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pero que sonrisa tan rara-.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-2668468337886262268</id><published>2008-02-05T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:20:05.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me siento tuya, soy tuya y Te Amo .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Te volviste algo esencial para mi, me das la fuerza necesaria para seguir adelante y ponerme en pie. Te amo tanto... Te juro que en mi vida me había sentido así... Mi mente, mi corazón y mi cuerpo son tuyos. Provocas sentimientos tan grandes que me llenan y me llevan a un mundo hermoso y desconocido, un mundo hecho para los dos , en donde sólo existimos tu y yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tus besos tus caricias, sentirte dentro de mi, sentir que eres mío... sensaciones que no las cambiaría por nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Te siento tan mío que te juro que en estos momentos me aterra la idea que algún día dejarás de serlo. Eres mi compañero, mi cable a tierra, mi pequeño Sol que me alumbra con ese resplandor innato de tus ojos. Me dices Te Amo y te juroq ue mi cuerpo se estremece por completo con esas dos palabras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Me siento tuya, soy tuya y Te Amo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-2668468337886262268?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/2668468337886262268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=2668468337886262268' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/2668468337886262268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/2668468337886262268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-siento-tuya-soy-tuya-y-te-amo.html' title='Me siento tuya, soy tuya y Te Amo .'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-270310373363576306</id><published>2008-02-01T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:57:53.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aunque paresca extraño, te quiero deborar... en una esquina de mi boca te dejaste estrellar. Tomo tu mano... Esa mano que me invita a un mundo totalmente nuevo para mi. Te miro a los ojos... tus ojos los que hacen estremecer mi cuerpo son una sola mirada. Te siento mío y denuevo vuelve esa sensación que no quiero que termine. Contigo, afloraron sentimientos que pensé que nunca estarían en mi. Me convertiste en alguien capáz de amar, capáz de Amarte y en alguien que no se cansa de decirte lo mucho que te ama. Me siento en una especie de nube y ahora no me queda nada más que esperar que cuando esa nube desaparesca la caida no sea tan dura... Te amo tanto... pasaría todo el día junto a ti y no te soltaría... Tienes ese brillo al mirar tus ojos, el mismo brillo que me da fuerza para estar en pie... Te has convertido en mi amante... mi compañero, el que me ama, me escucha y al que necesito...&lt;br /&gt;Y todas estas palabras se resumen en un TE AMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-270310373363576306?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/270310373363576306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=270310373363576306' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/270310373363576306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/270310373363576306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2008/02/te-amo.html' title='Te Amo.'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-1977292061564217438</id><published>2007-12-20T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:03:32.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al otro lado del río .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onasis.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/blanco-y-negro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://onasis.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/blanco-y-negro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Clavo mi remo en el agua, llevo tu remo en el mío.Creo que he visto una luz, al otro lado del rio. El día le irá pudiendo, poco a poco al frio. Sobre todo, creo que no todo esta perdido. Tanta lagrima, tanta lagrima, y yo soy un vaso vacio... Oigo una voz que me llama, casi un suspiro:¡Rema, rema, rema!. En esta orilla del mundo lo que no es presa, es baldio. Yo, muy seria, voy remando,muy adentro y sonrio. Creo que he visto una luzal otro lado del rio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-1977292061564217438?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/1977292061564217438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=1977292061564217438' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/1977292061564217438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/1977292061564217438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/12/al-otro-lado-del-ro.html' title='Al otro lado del río .'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-9132969674033478441</id><published>2007-12-12T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:52:42.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los pies de Alan .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/R2A3fNmVz2I/AAAAAAAAADo/Qo6ADwCV8EI/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/R2A3fNmVz2I/AAAAAAAAADo/Qo6ADwCV8EI/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143171783823052642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Los pies de Alan están cansados, descalzos y sin ganas de seguir andando . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Miralos y date cuenta por ti mismo cuan cansados están .&lt;br /&gt;Los pies de Alan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-9132969674033478441?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/9132969674033478441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=9132969674033478441' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/9132969674033478441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/9132969674033478441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/12/los-pies-de-alan-estn-cansados.html' title='Los pies de Alan .'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/R2A3fNmVz2I/AAAAAAAAADo/Qo6ADwCV8EI/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-3085628669190945355</id><published>2007-11-16T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T19:20:08.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Rz5dvOYd1yI/AAAAAAAAADg/W6wUQOPj0sc/s1600-h/SD531142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Rz5dvOYd1yI/AAAAAAAAADg/W6wUQOPj0sc/s320/SD531142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133643691144894242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi sonrisa . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-3085628669190945355?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/3085628669190945355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=3085628669190945355' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/3085628669190945355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/3085628669190945355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/11/mi-sonrisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Rz5dvOYd1yI/AAAAAAAAADg/W6wUQOPj0sc/s72-c/SD531142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-1397697068885593093</id><published>2007-11-04T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:20:08.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se tomó a mal, era sólo una canción-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lo que pensaste que era no lo era (suena extraño pero da igual), para mi eso ya es tema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Ry4RimyyQhI/AAAAAAAAADY/c_6ugXvCyi4/s1600-h/250px-Chaplin_The_Kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129056311848354322" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 255px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Ry4RimyyQhI/AAAAAAAAADY/c_6ugXvCyi4/s320/250px-Chaplin_The_Kid.jpg" border="0" height="276" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; cerrado.&lt;br /&gt;No hay más vuelta que darle . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adíos y para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-1397697068885593093?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/1397697068885593093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=1397697068885593093' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/1397697068885593093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/1397697068885593093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/11/te-echo-de-menos-le-digo-al-airete.html' title='Se tomó a mal, era sólo una canción-.'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Ry4RimyyQhI/AAAAAAAAADY/c_6ugXvCyi4/s72-c/250px-Chaplin_The_Kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-3964340947893604401</id><published>2007-10-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:36:02.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Rw5chHhjpgI/AAAAAAAAADI/IofVfr2WJEQ/s1600-h/b-w_nuremberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Rw5chHhjpgI/AAAAAAAAADI/IofVfr2WJEQ/s320/b-w_nuremberg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120131550392067586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Sabes que puedes buscarme, sabes que estaré para ayudarte, sabes que te apoyo, sabes que te quiero y sabes que soy tu amiga-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-3964340947893604401?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/3964340947893604401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=3964340947893604401' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/3964340947893604401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/3964340947893604401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/10/sabes-que-puedes-buscarme-sabes-que.html' title='Amigo-.'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Rw5chHhjpgI/AAAAAAAAADI/IofVfr2WJEQ/s72-c/b-w_nuremberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-2598590309557717526</id><published>2007-10-03T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:25:06.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwSHEHhjpdI/AAAAAAAAACw/hmiUNN9AJF0/s1600-h/blanco_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwSHEHhjpdI/AAAAAAAAACw/hmiUNN9AJF0/s320/blanco_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117363581408749010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Siempre existirán cosas que nos harán dudar, está en ti, querer cambiar las dudas por algo de verdad-.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-2598590309557717526?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/2598590309557717526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=2598590309557717526' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/2598590309557717526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/2598590309557717526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/10/siempre-existirn-cosas-que-nos-harn.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwSHEHhjpdI/AAAAAAAAACw/hmiUNN9AJF0/s72-c/blanco_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-1028891075527742819</id><published>2007-10-03T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:49:01.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totalmente contradictorio-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwPRC3hjpcI/AAAAAAAAACo/WuRFBvKWwf8/s1600-h/bn1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwPRC3hjpcI/AAAAAAAAACo/WuRFBvKWwf8/s320/bn1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117163448817657282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sentada, en un rincón de estas cuatro paredes. Miro a mí alrededor... Unos conversan, otros escriben, algunos juegan y yo... ¿Y yo?. ¿Que hago?. Trato de ver el mundo a mi manera, trato de comprender el actuar de todos. Me es algo difícil comprenderlos. Entre la música, escucho un grito... Me doy cuenta sin necesidad de mirar que es ella, la chica "superior y robustita". ¿Superior?. No lo es. Vuelvo a lo mío, trato de intentar no pensar en lo que hacen aquellas personas, pero por más que trato no puedo. En los intervalos entre canción y canción logro escuchar sus tonterías, como hablan de otros, de como se ríen por cosas tan vanas que realmente dan pena. Sería bastante egoísta de mi parte pretender cambiar su forma de ver las cosas, para sentirme bien... Pero sinceramente, no me interesa-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-1028891075527742819?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/1028891075527742819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=1028891075527742819' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/1028891075527742819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/1028891075527742819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/10/totalmente-contradictorio.html' title='Totalmente contradictorio-.'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwPRC3hjpcI/AAAAAAAAACo/WuRFBvKWwf8/s72-c/bn1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-5193529142861351470</id><published>2007-10-01T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:28:13.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eso es todo-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwHuVHhjpaI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZZu8h7M53E8/s1600-h/blanco_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwHuVHhjpaI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZZu8h7M53E8/s320/blanco_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116632698234054050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fue bueno conocerte y todo. Pero no te conozco, descubrí que eras un extraño. ¿Qué?. No sé, espera, sólo un poco. No soy un concepto, ni tampoco una impresión sólo soy alguien que está buscando su propio pedazo de razón, no soy perfecta, nadie lo es. ¿Lo verás?. Ya sabes... Opinarás de las cosas y yo me aburriré contigo, me sentiré atrapada, y, como siempre, te diré adiós... Caminar sin ti no me cuesta nada y eso lo sabes más que bien.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-5193529142861351470?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/5193529142861351470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=5193529142861351470' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/5193529142861351470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/5193529142861351470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/10/eso-es-todo.html' title='Eso es todo-.'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwHuVHhjpaI/AAAAAAAAACY/ZZu8h7M53E8/s72-c/blanco_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-2566927651241048015</id><published>2007-09-30T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:32:39.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Días-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwB3PXhjpYI/AAAAAAAAACI/QAUIqapRX40/s1600-h/CHAMBIbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 307px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwB3PXhjpYI/AAAAAAAAACI/QAUIqapRX40/s320/CHAMBIbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116220282589390210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Me levanto pesando en todo lo que debo hacer, me dirijo al baño, luego regreso a mi habitación, me visto, enciendo mi reproductor, me tiro en la cama a hacer lo que más me gusta... Escuchar música y pensar… Salgo a la calle, camino en dirección desconocida con la mirada en algún lugar de las calles de Chillán, miro al cielo y me doy cuenta de que comienzan los días de cielo completamente despejado. Miro hacia el suelo y lo único que logro ver, es basura. Quiero regresar a casa, recostarme y como siempre, escuchar música-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-2566927651241048015?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/2566927651241048015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=2566927651241048015' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/2566927651241048015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/2566927651241048015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-levanto-pesando-en-todo-lo-que-debo.html' title='Días-.'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/RwB3PXhjpYI/AAAAAAAAACI/QAUIqapRX40/s72-c/CHAMBIbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179307982719764973.post-3080037770155808499</id><published>2007-09-29T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:33:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eso-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Rv66bHhjpXI/AAAAAAAAACA/qGRHw8duxAk/s1600-h/esa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Rv66bHhjpXI/AAAAAAAAACA/qGRHw8duxAk/s320/esa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115731201778492786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; corazón que pueda amar, una vida para disfrutar y sobre todo ganas de vivir esa vida construida solo para mi, eso me falta-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Simplemente desde ahora viviré s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ólo para mi-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179307982719764973-3080037770155808499?l=quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/feeds/3080037770155808499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9179307982719764973&amp;postID=3080037770155808499' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/3080037770155808499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179307982719764973/posts/default/3080037770155808499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesonrisatanrara.blogspot.com/2007/09/eso.html' title='Eso-.'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrea-.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316324732458622492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03510192741995885133'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ckgCqu95OF4/Rv66bHhjpXI/AAAAAAAAACA/qGRHw8duxAk/s72-c/esa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>