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alma no quiere dejar ir a esa persona y simplemente se va con ella.&lt;br /&gt;¿ Como llenar ese vacio ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-4437289393444736885?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/4437289393444736885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=4437289393444736885' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/4437289393444736885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/4437289393444736885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-1847382442084262260</id><published>2009-12-28T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:42:59.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donde Kiera Ke Estes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiero Ke Entiendas Y Ke Sepas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KE Ya He Cerrado Mi Corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pa Ke Mas Nunka tu ni nadie Kepa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-3886590373059159925</id><published>2009-12-24T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:49:17.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tuvo un final feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizás por que nunca tuvo un principio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizás por que nunca tendrá Final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O quizás por que así sería una historia real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-3886590373059159925?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/3886590373059159925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=3886590373059159925' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/3886590373059159925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/3886590373059159925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/8607789620983753778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=8607789620983753778' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8607789620983753778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8607789620983753778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ningun-gran-artista-ve-las-cosas-como.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-7055028993069289249</id><published>2009-12-12T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:12:23.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SyRMo_qi7LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pFZuef1zDRg/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SyRMo_qi7LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pFZuef1zDRg/s320/DSC02176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414536919174540466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca me Imaginé que La vida daría tantas vueltas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con cada uno de ustedes he vivido diferentes situaciones y me han ayudado constantemente a llenar mi vida de colores. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-7055028993069289249?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/7055028993069289249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=7055028993069289249' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/7055028993069289249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/7055028993069289249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/12/nunca-me-imagine-que-la-vida-daria.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SyRMo_qi7LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pFZuef1zDRg/s72-c/DSC02176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-1226099604084930225</id><published>2009-12-10T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:03:40.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una y otra vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SyGaJ_3ZDmI/AAAAAAAAAII/WNOWAz6wn9Q/s1600-h/sueno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SyGaJ_3ZDmI/AAAAAAAAAII/WNOWAz6wn9Q/s320/sueno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413777723629309538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por algún motivo que he intentado no cuestionarme&lt;br /&gt;Si no  simplemente&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sentir&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un fuerte&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sentimiento&lt;/span&gt; que desea expresarse,&lt;br /&gt;A su vez la&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; imaginación&lt;/span&gt; solo desea dejarse llevar sin importar  cuan irracional sean estos pensamientos o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fantasías&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desearia&lt;/span&gt; que estas fantasías que volvieron a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;renacer&lt;/span&gt; no durmiesen jamás.&lt;br /&gt;Y si esque estas lo quisieran hacer, solo fuese para volver a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soñar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;una y otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-1226099604084930225?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/1226099604084930225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=1226099604084930225' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/1226099604084930225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/1226099604084930225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/12/una-y-otra-vez.html' title='Una y otra vez'/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SyGaJ_3ZDmI/AAAAAAAAAII/WNOWAz6wn9Q/s72-c/sueno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-3158811949990401164</id><published>2009-12-10T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:10:26.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;a conoció una de esas noches en la que ella &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabía&lt;/span&gt; que el amor no existe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;na de esas noches enque el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pasado&lt;/span&gt; y el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;futuro&lt;/span&gt; se escaparon de esta realidad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;na de esas noches en que el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;presente&lt;/span&gt; se hiso eterno sobrepasando cualquier ley física.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;na de esas noches en que los &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;textos&lt;/span&gt; se transforman en &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dibujos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; los dibujos en&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; melodias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;na de esas noches &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inconclusas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; como esta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;historia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-3158811949990401164?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/3158811949990401164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ntes sus ojos la realidad se transformo en una fantasía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;o desconocido depronto se torno conocido y a su vez eterno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a luz de la luna brillaba con la misma intensidad que sus pensamientos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; la sonrísa era tan profunda e infinita como el Mar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;odo ocurrio debajo de la Luna... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-3522440372455047167?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/3522440372455047167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=3522440372455047167' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/3522440372455047167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/3522440372455047167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ntes-sus-ojos-la-realidad-se-transformo.html' 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curioso que lo preguntara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;unca ante sus ojos  el cielo se había encontrado tan estrellado y a su vez tan vacio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;unca lo había sentido tan cambiante y a su vez tan estático...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;a luna nunca había brillado tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ero era una luna nueva ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-1500361978985639605?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/1500361978985639605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-8591032604523697906</id><published>2009-11-18T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:37:29.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;En ocasiones me esperastes y nunca llegué,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;en ocasiones me llamastes y ni contesté,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;en ocasiones me buscastes y yo te ignoré,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;me siento que te fui infiel en ocasiones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;En ocasiones prometi cosas que luego olvidé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;cosas que tanto ame en la vida y las abandoné&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;no se como, ni cuando..pero me aparté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;aunque te extrañe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; en ocasiones.&lt;br /&gt;Cosculluela - en ocasiones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-8591032604523697906?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/8591032604523697906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=8591032604523697906' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8591032604523697906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8591032604523697906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/11/en-ocasiones-me-esperastes-y-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-3252419808874954349</id><published>2009-11-10T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:17:33.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SvnUmTc2jZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_BiQweqOtyA/s1600-h/cielo-estrellado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SvnUmTc2jZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_BiQweqOtyA/s320/cielo-estrellado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402582982529027474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt;l le preguntó  que tal le parecía el cielo esta noche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;lla no repondió, pero si pensó que era curioso que lo preguntara.&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;unca ante sus ojos  el cielo se había encontrado tan estrellado y a su vez tan triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;unca lo había sentido tan cambiante y a su vez tan estático...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;a luna nunca había brillado tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ero nunca había estado tan lejos ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-3252419808874954349?l=en-transee.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/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SvnUmTc2jZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_BiQweqOtyA/s72-c/cielo-estrellado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-7399806232287607130</id><published>2009-11-09T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:10:53.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SvjWx2F-r4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2o6is2H63m0/s1600-h/2584568225_bc6643d6e1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SvjWx2F-r4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2o6is2H63m0/s320/2584568225_bc6643d6e1_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402303904853438338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&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;Sus                                            picaduras son tremendamente dolorosas                                            y pueden ser  fatales para un      humano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Su veneno es Mortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Solo ataca en defenza propía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-7399806232287607130?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SvjWx2F-r4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2o6is2H63m0/s72-c/2584568225_bc6643d6e1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-6172964579306482094</id><published>2009-11-07T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:20:15.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SvWKR5EdSjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sia4b0fHtlU/s1600-h/serpiente1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SvWKR5EdSjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sia4b0fHtlU/s320/serpiente1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401375368082704946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serpiente&lt;/span&gt; siempre ha sido símbolo de sabiduría,&lt;br /&gt;Por su fortaleza y su destreza en los espacios más complicados...&lt;br /&gt;A su vez es símbolo de engaño...&lt;br /&gt;Sobre todo en el ambito religioso :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blk"&gt;"El disfraz del Diablo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Como en todo orden de cosas todo tiene un doble significado o tal vez varias características&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Las &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serpientes&lt;/span&gt; buscaran todas las herramientas necesarias para cumplir su objetivo, le gusta tener su espacio, ya que su momento personal es muy importante; tal cual como la describen la antigua civilización de los mayas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Usuario/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casi toda nuestra existencia es un enígma, solo queda sentir, darle a la vida y las cosas que nos rodean nuestro propio significado dejandosé llevar por los sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Así tal cual como la serpiente tento a eva y eva dejandose llevar por esta tento a Adán .&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/6172187785596758097-6172964579306482094?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/6172964579306482094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SvWKR5EdSjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/sia4b0fHtlU/s72-c/serpiente1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-821878814794472806</id><published>2009-10-31T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:18:38.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/Svbg-mn9_cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/z17PB7SZtAY/s1600-h/1168494532_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/Svbg-mn9_cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/z17PB7SZtAY/s320/1168494532_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401752169202187714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"La diferencia entre un sentimiento y un capricho, esque el capricho dura toda la vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;El capricho es algo existente&lt;br /&gt;El sentimiento es Algo irreal&lt;br /&gt;El capricho duele lentamente&lt;br /&gt;El sentimiento daña al alma directamente&lt;br /&gt;El capricho es impaciente&lt;br /&gt;El sentimiento se deja cegar por una pasciencia infinita&lt;br /&gt;El capricho es imprudente&lt;br /&gt;El sentimiento no admite sus imprudencias&lt;br /&gt;El capricho es obstinado&lt;br /&gt;El sentimiento es absurdamente dócil&lt;br /&gt;El capricho es impulsivo e irrazonable&lt;br /&gt;El sentimiento lamentablemente esconde sus sensaciones más profundas y las racionaliza hasta llegar a un punto absurdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El capricho es un sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El sentimiento es un capricho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-821878814794472806?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/821878814794472806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=821878814794472806' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/821878814794472806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/821878814794472806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-diferencia-entre-un-sentimiento-y-un.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/Svbg-mn9_cI/AAAAAAAAAHE/z17PB7SZtAY/s72-c/1168494532_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-1535801369726027702</id><published>2009-10-29T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:41:41.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Soñando entre colores que no se han inventado *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-1535801369726027702?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/1535801369726027702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=1535801369726027702' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/1535801369726027702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/1535801369726027702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/10/sonando-entre-colores-que-no-se-han.html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SosDYTl4_RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9PperMnU07o/s320/jtgVww3rVfK0DQgIqGGMbw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371390696680389906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En lo que sea, pero siempre la mejor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-1326485908552034477?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/1326485908552034477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=1326485908552034477' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/1326485908552034477'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-6820952372338181123</id><published>2009-08-16T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:34:22.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este silencio es mio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-6820952372338181123?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/6820952372338181123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=6820952372338181123' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Entiende para Creer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sobre todo cree, no busques tanto en el mundo exterior,&lt;br /&gt;si no, busca en tu interior...&lt;br /&gt;Y entiende.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-659784367607591982?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/659784367607591982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=659784367607591982' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/659784367607591982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/659784367607591982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/08/cree-para-entender-entiende-para-creer.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-7526796234815029873</id><published>2009-08-05T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:15:04.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No Hay nada en nuestra mente que no haya sido antes sentido"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y es la misma mente que inconcientemente transforma o disfraza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;algunos de nuestros sentimientos con el fin de racionalizarlos y adaptarlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a la vida cotidiana sin que se expresen de una manera instintiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o impulsiva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La mente la que nos termina traicionando haciendonos hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cosas para satisfacer nuestros sentimientos más ocultos y es nuestro corazón el que muchas veces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ignora sus propios latidos, y cuando esos sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;salen a flote, salen con tantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fuerzas que arrastran más cosas con sigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-7526796234815029873?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/7526796234815029873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=7526796234815029873' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/7526796234815029873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/7526796234815029873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-hay-nada-en-nuestra-mente-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-1727891062711187043</id><published>2009-08-02T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:14:05.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SnXHIBatLkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_qK8Z4Nxwq0/s1600-h/stuartt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SnXHIBatLkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_qK8Z4Nxwq0/s320/stuartt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365413471715143234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad, es que no se como empezar, y eso es raro porque está es la manera más fluida que tengo para expresarme. Pero en fin, solo quiero dejar en algún lugar del mundo, aparte que en tu alma, unas pequeñas palabritas y un lindo sentimiento y es el de quererte mucho angelito, quiero decirte que me quede con muchas cosas en mi corazón para decirte, pero yo sé que tu me está escuchando. No puedo dejar de pensar en todos los momentos que vivimos, y como la distancia casi nos venció, pero no corto ese laso tan fuerte que ahora me doi cuenta que sigo sintiendo... siempre vas a ser mi hermanita, la con sentimientos más bonitos hacia la vida, y que el destino sabe porque te la quito, y esos sueños tambiém... Alomejor cumpliste tu misión y ahora estás en un lugar mejor, ya pasaste una étapa ahora te queda mucho más y de eso estoy segura...&lt;br /&gt;Esperame con los brazitos abiertos en ese lugar y no dejes de cuidarme, que tu sabés que a veces me equivoco, bueno hartas veces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Descanza en Paz Katherin Paulette Gonzales Vargas...&lt;br /&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/6172187785596758097-1727891062711187043?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/1727891062711187043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=1727891062711187043' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-965524162052697290</id><published>2009-07-17T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:37:37.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{- * Las ambiciones son mucho mas que simples deseos * -}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-965524162052697290?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/965524162052697290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-6953294688117866659</id><published>2009-07-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:55:23.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Maldad es muy compleja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La crueeldad es para los débiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El amor es muy intenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el cariño es pasajero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La verdad es muy válida .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La mentira es &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verdad&lt;/span&gt;era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La vida juega con uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juega con la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-6953294688117866659?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/6953294688117866659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=6953294688117866659' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/6953294688117866659'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-680744595475605210?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/680744595475605210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=680744595475605210' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/680744595475605210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/680744595475605210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/07/letras.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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font-style: italic;"&gt;as sentido &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ue l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a ll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a re&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ad&lt;/span&gt; -}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; desc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;ar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mentir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a de un nosé...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hí es donde l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ironí&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me observ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; desde lejos cumpliendo su objetivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-6081014889278513325?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/6081014889278513325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=6081014889278513325' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/6081014889278513325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/6081014889278513325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/07/viviendo-en-un-mundo-de-f-ant-asi-as.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-2901779016627801852</id><published>2009-07-12T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:37:12.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dulce Ironí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{- Y pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;q&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ue l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a ironí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a solo er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a un método p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a encontr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ar l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ad...&lt;br /&gt;y hoy en dí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a es lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;q&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ue golpea mi puert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a dí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a dí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-2901779016627801852?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/2901779016627801852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=2901779016627801852' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo &lt;/span&gt;esta en la mente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-8818268835835928785?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/8818268835835928785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=8818268835835928785' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8818268835835928785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8818268835835928785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/02/todo-esta-en-la-mente.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-4569711346324888387</id><published>2009-02-10T12:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:06:51.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y al fin de cuentas me doy cuenta que es solo un capricho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-4569711346324888387?l=en-transee.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/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-2439710921803991018</id><published>2009-01-27T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:59:41.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt; Simplemente cuando uno busca una respuesta a todo&lt;br /&gt;nunca va a terminar de entender,&lt;br /&gt;Es como cuando las sensaciones chocan una con la otra&lt;br /&gt;o se enlazan a la vez... es todo confuzo pero a la ves&lt;br /&gt;lo mismo de todos los días... muy extraño pero a la vez lo más conocido&lt;br /&gt;Como en todo orden de cosas..&lt;br /&gt;La conclución siempre sera la misma. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-2439710921803991018?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/2439710921803991018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=2439710921803991018' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/2439710921803991018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/2439710921803991018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2009/01/simplemente-cuando-uno-busca-una.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-3368301222295752725</id><published>2009-01-05T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:02:30.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt; Pensar en &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toda&lt;/span&gt; mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que todos los recuerdos son &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sensaciones&lt;/span&gt; resién experimentadas,&lt;br /&gt;que cada error, cada decisión, cada sufrimiento, cada alegría,&lt;br /&gt;cada movimiento que en el minuto fue sin importancia, hoy&lt;br /&gt;es muy influyente en mi presente.&lt;br /&gt;Una &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirada&lt;/span&gt;, una &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;palabra&lt;/span&gt;, un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gesto&lt;/span&gt;, un&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pensamiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;casualidad&lt;/span&gt;, una &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desición&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;de donde brotaran que quedan tan plasmadas en el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;?... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-3368301222295752725?l=en-transee.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/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-9102484589176866596</id><published>2009-01-04T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:27:59.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt; Sentirse nada, sabiendo que una lo era todo... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-9102484589176866596?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/9102484589176866596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-2446667436635499510</id><published>2008-12-13T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:24:46.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilusiónes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fantasías &lt;/span&gt;tan&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; reales&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pero...&lt;br /&gt;¿ Que sería de una  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realidad&lt;/span&gt; si no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se vive&lt;/span&gt; de esa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fantasía ?&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-2446667436635499510?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/2446667436635499510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=2446667436635499510' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/2446667436635499510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/2446667436635499510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/12/ilusines.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-8832233734358842197</id><published>2008-11-28T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:13:58.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{- &lt;/span&gt;No se juega con fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todos&lt;/span&gt; se queman... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-8832233734358842197?l=en-transee.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/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-6515113466662956206</id><published>2008-11-26T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:13:00.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt;Es mejor no saber nada&lt;br /&gt;A creer saberlo todo...&lt;br /&gt;Hacer las cosas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a la manera de cada uno y siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actuar por inersia&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se olvida la escencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-7366510090707137922</id><published>2008-11-10T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:27:22.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y así son los sentimientos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frágiles e incontrolables &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No admiro a la persona que pueda controlarlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las lagrimas acarician la tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;convirtiendola en relajamiento y tranquilidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las maripositas que siento al mirarte a los ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y el latido del corazón que se hace más fuerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y la mágia de un sentimiento que te lleva a otro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-7366510090707137922?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/7366510090707137922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=7366510090707137922' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{- &lt;/span&gt;Son pequeños detalles los que te producen alegría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;como solo a mirarte a los ojos de tranquilidad llenas mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti El amor de mi vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; -}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-6458291543451173329?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/6458291543451173329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-206281836677192005</id><published>2008-09-02T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:42:31.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Banda - Hermosas depresiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;fumo marihuana prensa&lt;br /&gt;en medio de uan soledad&lt;br /&gt;que pa muchos&lt;br /&gt;como el castillo de greycol la casa del terror&lt;br /&gt;los mejores momentos&lt;br /&gt;cuando no hay nadie a mi alrededor&lt;br /&gt;y entablo una conversacion con el diablo que habita en mi interior&lt;br /&gt;hoy no salgo de mi habitacion hasta que pille al dragon&lt;br /&gt;hasta que redacte el pacto exacto&lt;br /&gt;de esta hermosa depresion&lt;br /&gt;deje de sentir aprecio por las personas&lt;br /&gt;demaciadas desiluciones&lt;br /&gt;el ancia de un suicida se quita con este tipo de canciones&lt;br /&gt;son opciones&lt;br /&gt;estabilizo emociones&lt;br /&gt;paraliza las sensaciones que no sirven de na&lt;br /&gt;en situaciones extremas&lt;br /&gt;el alma esta de mas&lt;br /&gt;ya no tengo frio el fuego no me quema&lt;br /&gt;el drama me ama me llama&lt;br /&gt;grita mi nombre entremedio de las llamas de este infierno&lt;br /&gt;sangre en mi cuadreno&lt;br /&gt;30 grados afuera y sigo viviendo mi propio invierno&lt;br /&gt;aunque no quiera causo diseño intencional de puro enfermo&lt;br /&gt;okey piromano&lt;br /&gt;segunda estacion del año&lt;br /&gt;el extraño de pelo corto que causa daño&lt;br /&gt;ya no lo soporto&lt;br /&gt;estan flagelados del craneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son hermosas depresiones que se convierten en canciones&lt;br /&gt;son hermosas depresiones que se convierten en canciones&lt;br /&gt;estan buenas condiciones&lt;br /&gt;estar preparados pa cualquier tipo de desiluciones&lt;br /&gt;son mis visiones paranoias persecuciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son hermosas depresiones que se convierten en canciones&lt;br /&gt;son hermosas depresiones que se convierten en canciones&lt;br /&gt;son mis opciones&lt;br /&gt;me dicen que reaccione&lt;br /&gt;siento las presiones que se convierten en enfermas intenciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son hermosas depresiones que se convierten en canciones&lt;br /&gt;son hermosas depresiones que se convierten en canciones&lt;br /&gt;son hermosas depresiones que se convierten en canciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el mundo es un charco de barro que apesta bajo esa cara de fiesta&lt;br /&gt;ideas siniestras secuestran y muestras que nuestra propuestas es un tag con linterna chorreando en tu puerta&lt;br /&gt;tu buena onda me apesta&lt;br /&gt;y anoche hable contigo y cache que el parche del shera es tan solo un cliche&lt;br /&gt;supe de lumpen que irrumpen se engrupen y escupen disculpen hasta que la chupen&lt;br /&gt;mis rimas escuplen exactos diseños abstractos&lt;br /&gt;redacto y me jacto de provocar un impacto en el corazon de mis pares&lt;br /&gt;razon pa que el pacto no pare&lt;br /&gt;razon pa que no me disparen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fluyo del demo loko toco tu orgullo estoco&lt;br /&gt;apaguen esos focos del toco&lt;br /&gt;el efecto de la droga dura dura poco tay loco se te caen los mocos&lt;br /&gt;porros prensaos, con ñoko y mas problemas&lt;br /&gt;la sangre en el cemento se me escapo por las venas nena&lt;br /&gt;alcohol pa las penas&lt;br /&gt;cigarros pa la ansiedad&lt;br /&gt;me agarro de algun sueño pero me impacta la realidad&lt;br /&gt;verdad que es duro enfrentar el futuro en un mundo tan oscuro&lt;br /&gt;entre vampiros con sangre y vampiros con hambre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-206281836677192005?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/206281836677192005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=206281836677192005' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/206281836677192005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/206281836677192005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/09/natural-banda-hermosas-depresiones.html' title='Natural Banda - Hermosas depresiones'/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-3584542710381653454</id><published>2008-08-28T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:44:02.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y no sé como explicarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Ni si quiera se como sentirlo ni asumirlo.&lt;br /&gt;No es nada cotidiano, es algo más bien personal&lt;br /&gt;Y esque me esta entrando un poco la desesperación&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera se que es.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-3584542710381653454?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/3584542710381653454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=3584542710381653454' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/3584542710381653454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/3584542710381653454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/08/y-no-s-como-explicarlo.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-6825089698904204263</id><published>2008-08-07T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:14:15.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabes como yo soy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes de lo que soy capáz de hacer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes por que hago las cosas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabes mi manera&lt;/span&gt; de actuar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes mi manera de sentir &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes mi manera de expresarme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes hasta que punto puede llegar mi imaginación &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes el extremo de mis pensamientos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes mi manera de tomar deciciones&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes Las cosas que más odio &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo que más amo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo que hace sentirme bien &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo que hace sentirme&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pésimo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes mis intrigas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes mi manera de calmarme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo que me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gustaría &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo que encuentro lógico&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo que haría para conseguir lo que quiero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo que  hago cuando me rindo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes cual es mi mayor debilidad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo que me hace fuerte&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que mis impulsos son más fuertes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo que necesito &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que te respondas esas preguntas!&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/6172187785596758097-6825089698904204263?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/6825089698904204263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=6825089698904204263' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/6825089698904204263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/6825089698904204263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/08/sabes-como-yo-soy-sabes-de-lo-que-soy.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-4827245906163321609</id><published>2008-08-06T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:56:53.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{-Es como viajar por el túnel de la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;hasta llegar Al fondo de una ilusión llena de colores,&lt;br /&gt;y miradas con luces apagadas pero con una pequeña luz,&lt;br /&gt;que es la que ilumina los deseos más profundos&lt;br /&gt;de mi ser sin detenerse ni arrepentirse y mucho menos&lt;br /&gt;bajarse de esa nube que me lleba a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soñar&lt;/span&gt; -}&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los procesos mentales como las emociones, motivaciones y pensamientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;operan de forma paralela ( conciente e inconciente ), lo que conduce a sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conflictivos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/6172187785596758097-4827245906163321609?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/4827245906163321609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-341369423814651351</id><published>2008-08-06T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:51:10.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt; La mayoría de a parte mental de un individuo es inconsiente, y como resultado&lt;br /&gt;las persona se comportan de manera que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt; misma no entiende&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. -}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;{- Solo tiendo a hacer lo que tiende a brotar espontaneamente de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadie &lt;/span&gt;lo entiende, es cuando más se me complicaba,&lt;br /&gt;Pero la verdad esque&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; se aprende &lt;/span&gt;y se puede convivir con ello. Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al fin&lt;/span&gt; y al cabo de la historia ; el desenlace &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se encuentra&lt;/span&gt; Ya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escrito&lt;/span&gt;-}&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;domingo 9 de marzo de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-341369423814651351?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/341369423814651351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=341369423814651351' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/341369423814651351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/341369423814651351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-mayora-de-parte-mental-de-un.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-8342647054182114178</id><published>2008-07-30T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:15:11.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La autora, y protagonista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt; Y esto resién era el prologo.&lt;br /&gt;La diferencia ahora esque el guión  lo hago yo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-8342647054182114178?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/8342647054182114178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=8342647054182114178' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8342647054182114178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8342647054182114178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-autora-y-protagonista.html' title='La autora, y protagonista'/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-2894186908097098486</id><published>2008-07-21T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:25:09.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt; Para los que entienden mis reacciones,&lt;br /&gt;mis deciciones, mis sentimientos,&lt;br /&gt;mis actos de bondad, o de " malicia "&lt;br /&gt;Ese pecado que lo encuentro sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Para los que mi quieren y me aceptan como soy.&lt;br /&gt;Me conosco, se que aun queda mucho&lt;br /&gt;pero más feliz que nunca sabiendo lo que busco. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dejandome llevar por los latidos del corazón de mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-2894186908097098486?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/2894186908097098486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=2894186908097098486' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/2894186908097098486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/2894186908097098486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/07/para-los-que-entienden-mis-reacciones.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-8625963937174552427</id><published>2008-07-13T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:13:40.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SHqnUBRwUHI/AAAAAAAAADk/_bbrobxajAM/s1600-h/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SHqnUBRwUHI/AAAAAAAAADk/_bbrobxajAM/s320/aaa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222670680271638642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{- &lt;/span&gt;¿ Que importa ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ Que más da ?&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadie&lt;/span&gt; sabe lo que otra persona puede llegar a sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Por eso desde hoy solo voi a pensar en mi y en las personas&lt;br /&gt;que de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verdad&lt;/span&gt; piensan en mi felicidad y no en esas personas que  cuestionan&lt;br /&gt;todo con preguntas y respuestas sin sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Desde hoy la palabra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No importa&lt;/span&gt;, importa y se cumple&lt;br /&gt;Dede hoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;  la pinto a mi color . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-8625963937174552427?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/8625963937174552427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=8625963937174552427' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8625963937174552427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/8625963937174552427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/07/que-importa-que-ms-da-si-nadie-sabe-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SHqnUBRwUHI/AAAAAAAAADk/_bbrobxajAM/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-6168340513681394607</id><published>2008-07-10T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:30:14.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SHXylxGYv7I/AAAAAAAAADc/E9Onds01h2s/s1600-h/abismoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SHXylxGYv7I/AAAAAAAAADc/E9Onds01h2s/s320/abismoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221346073655164850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;¿ Ser o no ser?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-6168340513681394607?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/6168340513681394607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=6168340513681394607' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/6168340513681394607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/6168340513681394607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/07/ser-o-no-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SHXylxGYv7I/AAAAAAAAADc/E9Onds01h2s/s72-c/abismoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-1362084039498962306</id><published>2008-07-09T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:24:43.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{- &lt;/span&gt;Aveces nos dejamos llevar por la intriga de los sentimientos,&lt;br /&gt;es la mejor forma de salir de alguna duda, claro que solo para&lt;br /&gt;la persona que tiene la intriga, al contrario solo se sembraria otra duda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y claro que también hay veces que te puedes envenenar al pichar una espina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no correspondida ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pero hay veces que el amor le gana al veneno , Y si se lucha siempre el&lt;br /&gt;amor puede alumbrar el camino... Pero&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; luchar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;por eso, ahí esta la clave&lt;br /&gt;Si no se hace nada y solo dejas que el veneno ataque hasta lo más profundo&lt;br /&gt;de tu corazón, solo se sembrara un mal sentimiento al final&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. -}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ironico el juego del amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hermoso el sentimiento del amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-1362084039498962306?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/1362084039498962306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=1362084039498962306' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/1362084039498962306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/1362084039498962306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/07/aveces-nos-dejamos-llevar-por-la.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-4111593749800599803</id><published>2008-06-22T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:43:02.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dicen que el brillo de los ojos&lt;br /&gt;La luz que uno desprende nunca nadie te la va a poder robar...&lt;br /&gt;o alomejor es una vil mentira que  pense escuchar,&lt;br /&gt;alomejor es para que creas que la vida es linda y llena&lt;br /&gt;de colores.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie puede herirte tan profundamente como para lograr eso,&lt;br /&gt;o que apesar de que las herídas que tienes en miles de sentidos&lt;br /&gt;se cerraran y todo pasará.&lt;br /&gt;Alumbra la mágia que hay en ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-4111593749800599803?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/4111593749800599803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=4111593749800599803' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/4111593749800599803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/4111593749800599803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/06/dicen-que-el-brillo-de-los-ojos-la-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-269616508095770808</id><published>2008-06-17T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:56:50.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt; Y aquí estoy, Donde más protejida Me siento&lt;br /&gt;En mi pensamiento, en mis miles de desiciones&lt;br /&gt;o mejor dicho en donde uno &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Donde es tan simple dejarse llevar por sensaciones y miles de ideas que&lt;br /&gt;uno no sabe como expresar, y aquí es donde es tan fácil que solo hay que dejar&lt;br /&gt;que fluyan.&lt;br /&gt;Como todo en esta vida... Dejalo fluir.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pensé que era lo mejor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-269616508095770808?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/269616508095770808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=269616508095770808' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/269616508095770808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/269616508095770808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-aqu-estoy-donde-ms-protejida-me.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-1047854663867030980</id><published>2008-06-13T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:02:40.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>te advierto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;osino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-1047854663867030980?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/1047854663867030980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=1047854663867030980' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/1047854663867030980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/1047854663867030980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/06/te-advierto.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6172187785596758097.post-725870196130499467</id><published>2008-06-10T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:16:41.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{-&lt;/span&gt; Y todo cambia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en un segundo -}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6172187785596758097-725870196130499467?l=en-transee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/feeds/725870196130499467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6172187785596758097&amp;postID=725870196130499467' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/725870196130499467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6172187785596758097/posts/default/725870196130499467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://en-transee.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-todo-cambia-en-un-segundo.html' title=''/><author><name>en-transeee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018424495694426918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1jXwC3mt-c/SX_EmZzxR9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI2Bub_wpVQ/S220/yo+too+el+rato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
