<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:20:47.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the Game</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-8483867693539983478</id><published>2009-12-22T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:52:47.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SzE-PK7FfaI/AAAAAAAABPw/Dit299G2Qvw/s1600-h/HGOTG+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418180257054555554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SzE-PK7FfaI/AAAAAAAABPw/Dit299G2Qvw/s400/HGOTG+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; El sol calienta más de la cuenta en días de invierno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La noche es lenta es casi eterna si así lo quiero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; agrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; es&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dulce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;malo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;insuperable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo se hace fácil cuando estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Paseando tu figura en mi cuarto&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que busco lo he encontrado aquí&lt;br /&gt;Amarrado a tu cintura. Pegadito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pegadito ,despacito, así te quiero. Se siente el aire&lt;br /&gt;más liviano, más calientito .Bajo la luna&lt;br /&gt;nuestro baile&lt;br /&gt;es casi un tren imparable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pegado al imán de tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;Voy dejandome llevar por el vaivén de tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta cuando muerdes tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Como queriendo decir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"¡Oye! ¿Tú qué estás esperando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo es posible cuando estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Paseando tu hermosura en mi cuarto&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que busco lo he encontrado aquí&lt;br /&gt;Amarrado a tu cintura. Pegadito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-8483867693539983478?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/8483867693539983478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/8483867693539983478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/12/el-sol-calienta-mas-de-la-cuenta-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SzE-PK7FfaI/AAAAAAAABPw/Dit299G2Qvw/s72-c/HGOTG+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-445616989645239324</id><published>2009-12-05T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:59:53.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sxq5bHMJGAI/AAAAAAAABPo/eN6_vTsLw90/s1600-h/con+flor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411841777676654594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 444px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sxq5bHMJGAI/AAAAAAAABPo/eN6_vTsLw90/s400/con+flor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411841465981534034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 529px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sxq5I-CO_1I/AAAAAAAABPg/iDpwr6iu9OQ/s400/nico+u+bachi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Le pregunte a un pastor&lt;br /&gt;del amor y el me dijo&lt;br /&gt;que se lo entregara a Dios.&lt;br /&gt;Que no me sintiera solo&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;estar solo era mejor&lt;br /&gt;que vivir de una ilusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pregunte a un artista&lt;br /&gt;del amor a primera vista&lt;br /&gt;dijo que era un error&lt;br /&gt;que eso era de un novelista ,&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;en  la vida&lt;br /&gt;hay que ser mas realista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pregunte a un señor&lt;br /&gt;del amor y el me dijo&lt;br /&gt;que ingnorarlo era mejor&lt;br /&gt;que yo era joven y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;el dinero&lt;br /&gt;deberia ser mas importante&lt;br /&gt;que mil amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pregunte a un anciano &lt;br /&gt;del amor y las pasiones&lt;br /&gt;me dijo&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; '' Hijo eso &lt;strong&gt;es un cristal de doble filo&lt;/strong&gt; y corta&lt;br /&gt;Te Guinda De Un hilo "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pregunta a mi padre&lt;br /&gt;del amor y la inoncencia&lt;br /&gt;de la fe y la paciencia sabes lo que dijo&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hijo Siempre es mejor ignorar El Corazon  hazle caso a tu conciencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me lanze a si al vacio por amor&lt;br /&gt;Todos me dijieron, todos me advertian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Que hay flores que tienen espinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-445616989645239324?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/445616989645239324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/445616989645239324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/12/le-pregunte-un-pastor-del-amor-y-el-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sxq5bHMJGAI/AAAAAAAABPo/eN6_vTsLw90/s72-c/con+flor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-7917593712139341763</id><published>2009-12-02T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:02:58.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SxccS54tfbI/AAAAAAAABPY/ZRfu-TjCTD8/s1600-h/P1030343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410824588410846642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SxccS54tfbI/AAAAAAAABPY/ZRfu-TjCTD8/s400/P1030343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SxcbknvpirI/AAAAAAAABPQ/zNgPhTdnidY/s1600-h/P1030343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410823793267018418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SxcbknvpirI/AAAAAAAABPQ/zNgPhTdnidY/s400/P1030343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am no one special&lt;/strong&gt;. Just a common man with common thoughts. I’ve led a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;common life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There are no monuments dedicated to me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my name will soon be forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But in one respect I’ve succeeded as gloriously… as anyone who ever lived. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul… And for me that has always been enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-7917593712139341763?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/7917593712139341763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/7917593712139341763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-no-one-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SxccS54tfbI/AAAAAAAABPY/ZRfu-TjCTD8/s72-c/P1030343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-2349886874045980788</id><published>2009-12-02T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:34:01.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SxcU_DBUuRI/AAAAAAAABPI/LBGETEyaKZM/s1600-h/P1030357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410816550684113170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SxcU_DBUuRI/AAAAAAAABPI/LBGETEyaKZM/s400/P1030357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;solo quiero sentirme bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ando buscando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;algo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;adictivo al amor y al placer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;adictivo al amor y al placer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;adictivo al amor y al placer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-2349886874045980788?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/2349886874045980788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/2349886874045980788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/12/solo-quiero-sentirme-bien-ando-buscando.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SxcU_DBUuRI/AAAAAAAABPI/LBGETEyaKZM/s72-c/P1030357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-4732730351124804978</id><published>2009-11-10T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:26:16.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SvoRsVl5VnI/AAAAAAAABPA/W_qiDBCUWHo/s1600-h/13944_1276613913975_1188802223_877340_6246570_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402650156392339058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SvoRsVl5VnI/AAAAAAAABPA/W_qiDBCUWHo/s400/13944_1276613913975_1188802223_877340_6246570_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402649383037761490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SvoQ_Uny99I/AAAAAAAABO4/e42B8tvLEuo/s400/13944_1276613913975_1188802223_877340_6246570_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me encanta sentir que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;si las cosas pasan es porque tenían que pasar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que si soy quien soy es porque he vivido todo lo que me ha pedido el cuerpo, y tener la sensación de que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;muchas cosas buenas están a punto de comenzar&lt;/span&gt;. Me gusta ser inestable, sentir todo desde dentro y muy fuerte, llorar si te vas o también si apareces de repente. Odio cuando alguien no le da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;importancia a lo mínimo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, porque eso será después lo que nos haga grandes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-4732730351124804978?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/4732730351124804978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/4732730351124804978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-encanta-sentir-que-si-las-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SvoRsVl5VnI/AAAAAAAABPA/W_qiDBCUWHo/s72-c/13944_1276613913975_1188802223_877340_6246570_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-651494212834228218</id><published>2009-10-31T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:40:36.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SuxZNhjeTeI/AAAAAAAABOY/HdtKWFihMlI/s1600-h/8719_1262245674778_1188802223_833190_7455591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788142190710242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SuxZNhjeTeI/AAAAAAAABOY/HdtKWFihMlI/s400/8719_1262245674778_1188802223_833190_7455591_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788031095360866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SuxZHDsRzWI/AAAAAAAABOQ/dpTWxY_UTxc/s400/8719_1262245594776_1188802223_833188_7266890_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Pegue tu foto en el ropero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para sentir que estas aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yo me instale en el mes de enero&lt;br /&gt;afuera creo que es abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me importa un bledo el noticiero&lt;br /&gt;total jamas hablan de mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hice un pais de este agijero&lt;br /&gt;desde que tu no estas aqui&lt;br /&gt;este es el himno nacional&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;por bandera tengo tu tanga cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;confieso que la paso mal&lt;br /&gt;y no se como puedo mantenerme en pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;y sigo aqui tocando fondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;descubriendo todo lo que nos falto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;echandome la culpa en todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derritiendo el poco aire que me quedo&lt;br /&gt;y sigo aqui tocando fondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desde mi pais que este quinto piso&lt;br /&gt;desde tu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exhilio voluntario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la nostalgia sigue de primer ministro...&lt;br /&gt;todo esta intacto en mi pais&lt;br /&gt;tal cual como lo abandonaste&lt;br /&gt;las flores de papel tapiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;la copia del Dali que olvidaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;de mas esta decir te extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el resto de cursilerias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no insistas en lo que hace daño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;es otra frase de tu autoria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-651494212834228218?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/651494212834228218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/651494212834228218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/10/pegue-tu-foto-en-el-ropero-para-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SuxZNhjeTeI/AAAAAAAABOY/HdtKWFihMlI/s72-c/8719_1262245674778_1188802223_833190_7455591_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-9195756036502368326</id><published>2009-10-05T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:28:37.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Si e&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389275992517353890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SsqN9iqJoaI/AAAAAAAABNI/ytoCn2hcWec/s400/7627_1231187018331_1188802223_737801_1005353_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;s cuestión de confesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no sé preparar café y no entiendo de fútbol &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;creo que alguna vez fuí infiel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; juego mal hasta el parqués y jamás uso reloj y para ser más franca &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;nadie piensa en ti como lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;hago yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aunque te dé lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Si es cuestión de confesar nunca duermo antes de diez ni me baño los domingos la verdad es que también lloro una vez al mes sobre todo cuando hay frío conmigo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nada es fácil&lt;/span&gt; ya debes saber &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me conoces bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; y sin ti todo es tan aburrido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; El cielo está cansado ya de ver la lluvia caer y cada día que pasa es uno más parecido a ayer no encuentro forma a alguna de olvidarte porque seguir amándote es inevitable siempre supe que es mejor cuando hay que hablar de dos empezar por uno mismo ya sabrás la situación aquí todo está peor pero al menos aún respiro no tienes que decirlo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no vas a volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;te conozco bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ya buscaré &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;qué hacer conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Siempre supe que es mejor cuando hay que hablar de dos empezar por uno mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-9195756036502368326?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/9195756036502368326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/9195756036502368326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-e-s-cuestion-de-confesar-no-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SsqN9iqJoaI/AAAAAAAABNI/ytoCn2hcWec/s72-c/7627_1231187018331_1188802223_737801_1005353_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-2954403325177025926</id><published>2009-09-25T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:42:28.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1_Aiz1BZI/AAAAAAAABMw/7uZGL9tOwIg/s1600-h/7627_1231253539994_1188802223_738006_29434_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385600376725898642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1_Aiz1BZI/AAAAAAAABMw/7uZGL9tOwIg/s400/7627_1231253539994_1188802223_738006_29434_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1-6AN0x5I/AAAAAAAABMo/31IF_jn1gnk/s1600-h/7627_1231253739999_1188802223_738010_4940597_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385600264360478610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1-6AN0x5I/AAAAAAAABMo/31IF_jn1gnk/s400/7627_1231253739999_1188802223_738010_4940597_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puedo meterte en mi cama, pero no te abrigues mucho no es que no tenga corazón, es que &lt;strong&gt;hace rato no lo uso.&lt;/strong&gt;Puedo quererte el domingo, pero no me creas mucho no es que no tenga corazón, es que &lt;strong&gt;hace rato no lo escucho&lt;/strong&gt;.Puedo subirte a mi viaje, pero no te quedes mucho no es que no use el corazón, es que &lt;strong&gt;hace siglos no lo lustro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-2954403325177025926?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/2954403325177025926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/2954403325177025926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/09/puedo-meterte-en-mi-cama-pero-no-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1_Aiz1BZI/AAAAAAAABMw/7uZGL9tOwIg/s72-c/7627_1231253539994_1188802223_738006_29434_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-4516468047597227453</id><published>2009-09-25T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:27:31.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr16X-eW_5I/AAAAAAAABMg/xj0BYfAPSG4/s1600-h/primavera+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385595281730895762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr16X-eW_5I/AAAAAAAABMg/xj0BYfAPSG4/s400/primavera+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;"I'm always yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-4516468047597227453?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/4516468047597227453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/4516468047597227453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-touch-you-can-play-if-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr16X-eW_5I/AAAAAAAABMg/xj0BYfAPSG4/s72-c/primavera+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-2995627328600929816</id><published>2009-09-25T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:22:28.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1r14w8INI/AAAAAAAABMY/TywyQk8pbM4/s1600-h/primavera+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385579302919872722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1r14w8INI/AAAAAAAABMY/TywyQk8pbM4/s400/primavera+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1pfx5-BDI/AAAAAAAABMQ/c8Z4Mpqfti0/s1600-h/primavera+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFDzJT5fqt8/SgsJX3NDHOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xPn4hTqgc5U/s1600-h/15+de+Cott+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1pfx5-BDI/AAAAAAAABMQ/c8Z4Mpqfti0/s1600-h/primavera+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385576724098319410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1pfx5-BDI/AAAAAAAABMQ/c8Z4Mpqfti0/s400/primavera+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No puedes ser feliz, con tanta gente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hablando, hablando a tu alrededor. Oh dame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tu amor a mí, le estoy hablando, hablando a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tu corazón. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No importan el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lenguaje ni las palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; ni las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fronteras que separan a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nuestro amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quiero que me escuches y que te abras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;le estoy hablando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hablando a tu corazón&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFDzJT5fqt8/SgsJX3NDHOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xPn4hTqgc5U/s1600-h/15+de+Cott+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-2995627328600929816?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/2995627328600929816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/2995627328600929816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-puedes-ser-feliz-con-tanta-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/Sr1r14w8INI/AAAAAAAABMY/TywyQk8pbM4/s72-c/primavera+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-8569175697590782304</id><published>2009-09-03T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:57:11.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SqBXsGMUwgI/AAAAAAAABLc/HX6QvKpqhqE/s1600-h/rachel_mcadams12.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377394370168537602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SqBXsGMUwgI/AAAAAAAABLc/HX6QvKpqhqE/s400/rachel_mcadams12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y si vos me preguntas hoy ¿Qué carajo es el amor?yo te contesto: &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Miralos a ellos dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-8569175697590782304?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/8569175697590782304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/8569175697590782304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-si-vos-me-preguntas-hoy-que-carajo-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SqBXsGMUwgI/AAAAAAAABLc/HX6QvKpqhqE/s72-c/rachel_mcadams12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786202902504852318.post-2057414481230636404</id><published>2009-06-18T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:43:06.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SjrTvkF_aaI/AAAAAAAABKU/yg-80mYJZYg/s1600-h/IMG_9758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348820321552001442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SjrTvkF_aaI/AAAAAAAABKU/yg-80mYJZYg/s400/IMG_9758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SjrTf5itDeI/AAAAAAAABKM/M1_BKFDxu_E/s1600-h/IMG_9754.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348820052431670754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SjrTf5itDeI/AAAAAAAABKM/M1_BKFDxu_E/s400/IMG_9754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengo el corazon tanto tiempo confundido esperando que &lt;em&gt;tu&lt;/em&gt; te sientas decidido. Quiero &lt;em&gt;mas amor,&lt;/em&gt; que por algo estas conmigo pero para ti solo es un compromiso. Basta ya de tonterias &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;estas conmigo si o no&lt;/span&gt; es verdad que no me quieres como yo te quiero a ti y te cuesta dedicarme un segundo para mi. Basta ya de tonterias estas conmigo si o no. Dime la verdad no es mentira lo que digo es la realidad y no quieres asumirlo. Dime donde estan las caricias del principio yo era todo para ti pero ya no existo.No recuerdas los momentos de pasion que compartiamos, En tus ojos y en tus labios encendidos yo crei morir &lt;em&gt;que nos queda del amor, &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;amor que nos juramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786202902504852318-2057414481230636404?l=quimicanocturna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/2057414481230636404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786202902504852318/posts/default/2057414481230636404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quimicanocturna.blogspot.com/2009/06/tengo-el-corazon-tanto-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15318595313265042396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SXGP5CYoslI/AAAAAAAAAoc/77GwVu-RPkA/S220/IMG_9684.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1sI1o-mNV80/SjrTvkF_aaI/AAAAAAAABKU/yg-80mYJZYg/s72-c/IMG_9758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
