<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:45:37.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoja en blanco</title><subtitle type='html'>"Yo nunca estoy bien. Soy pesimista: vivo para quejarme y para protestar. No puedo remediarlo. A diferencia del resto del mundo, yo nunca pienso en vasos medios llenos o vasos medios vacíos, yo pienso que el vaso tiene vida, y que me quiere matar"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4129359801532056575</id><published>2009-09-04T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:02:16.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juventud</title><content type='html'>"Es usted joven muchacha, no se da cuenta la cantidad de resistencia y ganas de luchas que proporciona la edad, son los jóvenes quienes se dejan caer y mueren, porque no tienen suficiente interés por vivir. Muéstreme usted a alguien que haya vivido más de 70 años, y tendrá adelante a un buen luchador, alguien que tiene ganas de vivir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El testigo mudo.  Agatha Christie (1937)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4129359801532056575?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4129359801532056575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4129359801532056575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2009/09/juventud.html' title='Juventud'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-3187316971495000457</id><published>2009-09-04T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:57:09.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanley Spector.</title><content type='html'>This isn't funny. This isn't cute. See the way we're looked at? Because I'm not a toy. I'm not a doll. The way we're looked at because you think we're cute? Because, what? I'm made to feel like a freak if I answer questions? Or I'm smart? Or I have to go to the bathroom? What is that, Jimmy? What is that? I'm asking you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnolia, (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SqHTZI6b8pI/AAAAAAAAASw/6jP4PsGivTc/s1600-h/stanley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SqHTZI6b8pI/AAAAAAAAASw/6jP4PsGivTc/s200/stanley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377811858899858066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-3187316971495000457?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3187316971495000457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3187316971495000457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2009/09/stanley-spector.html' title='Stanley Spector.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SqHTZI6b8pI/AAAAAAAAASw/6jP4PsGivTc/s72-c/stanley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-3376193465389350393</id><published>2009-09-04T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:48:46.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do have love to give</title><content type='html'>"I know I did a stupid thing. So stupid! Getting braces. I thought... I thought he would love me. Getting... braces! And for what? For something I don't even... I don't know where to put things, you know? I really do have love to give! I just don't know where to put it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnolia, (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SqHRUQyUOgI/AAAAAAAAASo/4HyE6uoHoE8/s1600-h/magnolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SqHRUQyUOgI/AAAAAAAAASo/4HyE6uoHoE8/s200/magnolia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377809576090679810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-3376193465389350393?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3376193465389350393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3376193465389350393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-do-have-love-to-give.html' title='I really do have love to give'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SqHRUQyUOgI/AAAAAAAAASo/4HyE6uoHoE8/s72-c/magnolia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5231109067983897274</id><published>2009-03-02T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:41:33.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldaditos de plomo mutilados.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"De Esperanza no tenía más que el nombre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la que no esperaba nada de los hombres, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; coleccionaba amores desgraciados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; soldaditos de plomo mutilados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pero quiso una noche comprobar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; para qué sirve un corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y prendió un cigarrillo y otro más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; como toda esperanza se esfumó. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Por eso, cuando el tiempo hace resumen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y los sueñ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;os parecen pesadillas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; regresa aquel perfume &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; de fotos amarillas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Y, aunque sé que no era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; las más guapa del mundo... juro que era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mas guapa, más guapa que cualquiera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más guapa que cualquiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joaquín Sabina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/Sa3b-HQnikI/AAAAAAAAASg/ARfB2tdSGlU/s1600-h/colagge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/Sa3b-HQnikI/AAAAAAAAASg/ARfB2tdSGlU/s200/colagge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309141395886803522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7620936721364785595-5231109067983897274?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5231109067983897274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5231109067983897274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-esperanza-no-tenia-mas-que-el-nombre.html' title='Soldaditos de plomo mutilados.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/Sa3b-HQnikI/AAAAAAAAASg/ARfB2tdSGlU/s72-c/colagge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8922034687380815106</id><published>2009-01-21T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:41:33.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soledad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Un mundo superpoblado es el lugar ideal para estar solo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian Aldis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los superjuguetes duran todo el verano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8922034687380815106?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8922034687380815106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8922034687380815106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2009/01/soledad.html' title='soledad.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4375461563085792389</id><published>2009-01-21T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:17:13.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-01-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SXfIoiHWA7I/AAAAAAAAASY/15e6glfMaPo/s1600-h/liniers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SXfIoiHWA7I/AAAAAAAAASY/15e6glfMaPo/s200/liniers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293920485675238322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4375461563085792389?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4375461563085792389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4375461563085792389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='20-01-09'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SXfIoiHWA7I/AAAAAAAAASY/15e6glfMaPo/s72-c/liniers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-3417446258357158072</id><published>2008-12-14T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:43:11.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timidez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SUW6sTuNLpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-_rnw0g5w-Y/s1600-h/Timidez.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SUW6sTuNLpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-_rnw0g5w-Y/s200/Timidez.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279831408532860562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-3417446258357158072?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3417446258357158072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3417446258357158072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/12/timidez.html' title='Timidez'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SUW6sTuNLpI/AAAAAAAAASQ/-_rnw0g5w-Y/s72-c/Timidez.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8685242825023561270</id><published>2008-11-07T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:59:12.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomodos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SRUAUzSYB7I/AAAAAAAAANY/fTQNYx26b3o/s1600-h/INCOMODOS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 68px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SRUAUzSYB7I/AAAAAAAAANY/fTQNYx26b3o/s200/INCOMODOS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266115696644327346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo&lt;/span&gt; que verla.&lt;br /&gt;De mañana no pasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8685242825023561270?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8685242825023561270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8685242825023561270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/11/incomodos.html' title='Incomodos'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SRUAUzSYB7I/AAAAAAAAANY/fTQNYx26b3o/s72-c/INCOMODOS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-1609684753454223360</id><published>2008-11-07T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:55:15.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scent of a woman speach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul! And why? Because he's not a Bairdman. Bairdmen. You hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, FUCK YOU TOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Slade, (Al Pacino)&lt;br /&gt;Scent of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;1992&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/7620936721364785595-1609684753454223360?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1609684753454223360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1609684753454223360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-order-i-show-you-out-of-order.html' title='Scent of a woman speach'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-1522164144244474401</id><published>2008-09-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:29:09.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Esta noche no encuentro nada bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nada que me interese alrededor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Porque sé que mi remedio queda lejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo creía que la vida me hizo fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pero ahora me desvivo por tenerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me diste últimamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;los mejores momentos&lt;br /&gt;que guardaré para siempre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SNhbA50pYII/AAAAAAAAAM4/JGP7UzWsgzI/s1600-h/nona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SNhbA50pYII/AAAAAAAAAM4/JGP7UzWsgzI/s200/nona.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249045436780077186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-1522164144244474401?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1522164144244474401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1522164144244474401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/09/esta-noche-no-encuentro-nada-bien-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SNhbA50pYII/AAAAAAAAAM4/JGP7UzWsgzI/s72-c/nona.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7905784956016579830</id><published>2008-09-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:10:37.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To escape the madness, he reached for the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His voice was soft and very slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allan Poe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shall be lifted - Nevermore!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent (1982), Tim Burton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SNXI9nQs1dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9oQzrIjf3JU/s1600-h/vincent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SNXI9nQs1dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9oQzrIjf3JU/s200/vincent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248321901606786514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7905784956016579830?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7905784956016579830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7905784956016579830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/09/vincent.html' title='Vincent'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SNXI9nQs1dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9oQzrIjf3JU/s72-c/vincent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8884954904804808635</id><published>2008-09-10T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:15:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimensión Literaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mis primeros dibujos, fueron hechos en un alojamiento alquilado. Estaba lleno de imágenes extrañas y nostálgicas. Había incluso una dimensión literaria en mi trabajo que me intrigaba. Pensaba que siempre había más que la imagen en si misma. Como si se tratara de la primera oracion de la historia. Por eso me gusta escribir y por eso me gusta escribir sobre mis dibujos más que en el margen de ellos. Me gusta que la escultura forme parte del dibujo. Durante los años se convitrió en compulsión."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralph Steadman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SMh-m0Qh6FI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0ENQE2Nj5Ho/s1600-h/the+grapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SMh-m0Qh6FI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0ENQE2Nj5Ho/s200/the+grapes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244580971401046098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8884954904804808635?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8884954904804808635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8884954904804808635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/09/dimensin-literaria.html' title='Dimensión Literaria'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SMh-m0Qh6FI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0ENQE2Nj5Ho/s72-c/the+grapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-581027794566448170</id><published>2008-09-09T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:30:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1985)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-581027794566448170?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/581027794566448170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/581027794566448170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-put-your-mind-to-it-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7845385334964615540</id><published>2008-09-02T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:28:22.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EGO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"la vergüenza ya le pisa los talones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;lamentando el precio de sus confesiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;esquivando ejecutivos por florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mientras cruza sin mirar las avenidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se martilla la cabeza sin piedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;vuelve con los ojos llenos de perdón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero es demasiado tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Dos amantes del monton, Historias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Las pastillas del abuelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7845385334964615540?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7845385334964615540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7845385334964615540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/09/ego.html' title='EGO.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-2547825443935682326</id><published>2008-09-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:30:30.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"La venganza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; consiste primordialmente en la reprimenda contra una persona o grupo en respuesta a una mala acción percibida. Aunque muchos aspectos de la venganza se asemejan al concepto de justicia, la venganza en general persigue un objetivo más injurioso que reparador.&lt;br /&gt;El deseo de venganza consiste en forzar a quien haya hecho algo malo en sufrir el mismo dolor que Él infligió, o asegurarse de que esta persona o grupo no volverá a cometer dichos daños otra vez. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;La venganza es un acto, que en la mayoria de los casos, causa placer a quien la efectua, debido al sentimiento de rencor que ocasiona el antecedente factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7620936721364785595-2547825443935682326?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2547825443935682326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2547825443935682326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-aos-despus.html' title='Venganza'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5884806934698567414</id><published>2008-08-16T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:20:11.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiérame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No soy solo esta colección de actos cotidianos, soy esto que escribo también... por favor quiérame."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alejandro Dolina&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&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/7620936721364785595-5884806934698567414?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5884806934698567414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5884806934698567414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/08/quirame.html' title='Quiérame'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8136889249929888751</id><published>2008-08-16T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:21:14.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madurez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cualquier cosa es preferible a esa mediocridad eficiente, a esa miserable resignación que algunos llaman madurez"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro Dolina&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/7620936721364785595-8136889249929888751?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8136889249929888751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8136889249929888751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/08/madurez.html' title='Madurez'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-6902754583343194742</id><published>2008-08-02T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:00:20.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No hope, no love, no glory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy ending, Mika.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007. Life in a cartoon motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SJUe-OlfFyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5oNqUIzwXn4/s1600-h/Life+in+a+cartoon+motion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 132px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SJUe-OlfFyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5oNqUIzwXn4/s320/Life+in+a+cartoon+motion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230120596676744994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-6902754583343194742?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6902754583343194742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6902754583343194742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-hope-no-love-no-glory.html' title='No hope, no love, no glory.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SJUe-OlfFyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5oNqUIzwXn4/s72-c/Life+in+a+cartoon+motion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-3025847407439490557</id><published>2008-07-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:24:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine months, quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000424/"&gt;Samuel Faulkner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Are you sure?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000194/"&gt;Rebecca Taylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: I'm ten days late.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000424/"&gt;Samuel Faulkner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: And there's no way you could have had it and just not noticed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Dr. Kosevich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: I've got it! Nurse, call the Anesthesiologist, this woman needs an enema!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Samuel, Rebecca, Nurse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; An enema?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Dr. Kosevich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: No, uh, she needs a pedicure!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: This ain't no goddam beauty parlor!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Dr. Kosevich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Epitath!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000424/"&gt;Samuel Faulkner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: She's not dead, you moron!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Dr. Kosevich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Epidermus... Uh...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000194/"&gt;Rebecca Taylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Epidural, asshole! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine Months.&lt;br /&gt;1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-3025847407439490557?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3025847407439490557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3025847407439490557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/07/samuel-faulkner-are-you-sure-rebecca.html' title='Nine months, quotes'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-2402875765531766937</id><published>2008-07-21T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:07:49.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you go to an all girls school when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For anyone who has ever experienced a moment that's screamed "I went to an all girls school". You know you belong here if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-You either went 2 ways: you didn't meet your first boy till you were 18 and are still terrified, OR you met your first boy at 12 and have been in a series of sexually active relationships since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You often hitch up your winter skirt in public to adjust your tights, and think thats completely fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You often find yourself  in a deep, public discussion on the ever popular "tampons or pads" debate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You share everything with your friends: deodorant, sanitary items, hairbrushes, makeup, lipgloss,  etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You have no issues with adjusting eachothers bras, comparing bras, talking about bras, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You know when your closest friends are due for 'that time of the month' (only because thats when you're due too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You are completely comfortable with emotional intensity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You have at least one girl in your group who has chocolate/tissues in her locker at all times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You belong to a group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You can talk about waxing, fake tan, shaving, in the same sentence as essays, world affairs, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Most of your friends car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ry lipgloss/paw paw in their pencil case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You can often spend the first 10 minutes of a class discussing someones new hair colour/cut WITH your teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You have your male teachers wrapped around your finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You can tell someones wellbeing/stress levels/emotional status/hours of sleep from: what makeup they're wearing (if any), hairdo, perfume/no perfume etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You know each of your friends perfumes by heart and often spend time 'sniffing' eachother jumpers and commenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You are familiar with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the smell of smoke mixed with chanel perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You know crying and claiming to 'be overwhelmed' can get you out of anything, anywhere, anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You know who fake tans, who goes to the solarium, whos 'a la natural', and who's naturally tanned (you then proceed to hate this person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-You notice when someone has straightened, washed, curled their hair, which often leads to a discussion on how they too, can achieve that look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Before opting for summer uniform, you know you must shave, moisturize and tan first. Or if you don't , you must make a big deal in announcing "OMG guys my legs are sooooo hairy, I haven't shaved in forever", which then launches a group discussion in who hasn't shaved their legs the longest, hence taking the spotlight off your feral legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-you know you go to an all girls school when on photo d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ay everyone puts stacks of makeup and lipgloss on and then when they get the photos everyone says they dont want to look at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them because they're horrible"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SIUtLiRaVqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VWtlbm-cZg4/s1600-h/primer+grado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SIUtLiRaVqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VWtlbm-cZg4/s320/primer+grado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225632618834974370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Primer grado (1992) promoción 2003 Misericordia Devoto.&lt;br /&gt;Si, yo fui a un colegio de mujeres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7620936721364785595-2402875765531766937?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2402875765531766937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2402875765531766937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-you-go-to-all-girls-school.html' title='You know you go to an 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type='text'>One click could change your future. Belt up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SG2FwCgJlhI/AAAAAAAAALw/1ApPTMqrUKk/s1600-h/public_agres_61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SG2FwCgJlhI/AAAAAAAAALw/1ApPTMqrUKk/s400/public_agres_61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218974603544204818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SG2FDGrjT3I/AAAAAAAAALg/Q70nJtDPeM4/s1600-h/public_agres_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SG2FDGrjT3I/AAAAAAAAALg/Q70nJtDPeM4/s400/public_agres_60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218973831571656562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-2809654786842758091?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2809654786842758091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2809654786842758091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-click-could-change-your-future-belt.html' title='One click could change your future. Belt up.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SG2FwCgJlhI/AAAAAAAAALw/1ApPTMqrUKk/s72-c/public_agres_61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8883812054622758974</id><published>2008-07-03T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:00:28.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can be a hero after you die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SG2D_ZioRQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zjWjY9BbPQ8/s1600-h/public_agres_49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SG2D_ZioRQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zjWjY9BbPQ8/s400/public_agres_49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218972668403401986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8883812054622758974?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8883812054622758974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8883812054622758974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-can-be-hero-after-you-die.html' title='You can be a hero after you die.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SG2D_ZioRQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zjWjY9BbPQ8/s72-c/public_agres_49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8917299682708239582</id><published>2008-07-03T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:12:00.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hay algo que desvela. Necesito averiguar qué estan pensando esos cincuentones rancios, con olor a noche y desodorante de ambientes, que aprovechan cuando esperas el colectivo o caminás sola de noche para arrimarte su enorme auto de remisero premium color bordó y preguntarte si estás solita o te pueden alcanzar a algún lado. ¿Cuál es su expectativa? ¿Se imaginan que vamos a ponernos a charlar, risueñas, y al ver que somos muy parecidos nos vamos a enamorar de su pelada grasienta? ¿Que nos vamos a subir a su chata del amor y vamos a tener sexo desenfrenado a cambio de que nos lleven a casa? ¿De verdad creen que alguien de veintipico de años podría estar interesada en un viejo redondo y fracasado, de 50 años, casado, con un auto horrible y un sweater de colegio? ¿Están locos? ¿Y por qué luego de tantos años lo siguen haciendo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;¿Alguna hija de puta se sube, no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Aguirre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8917299682708239582?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8917299682708239582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8917299682708239582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/07/hay-algo-que-desvela.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-6526399452097139812</id><published>2008-06-29T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:32:46.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SGhI9pagzfI/AAAAAAAAALI/96Ds1m2riaI/s1600-h/Now+serving.+Jonathan++wayshak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SGhI9pagzfI/AAAAAAAAALI/96Ds1m2riaI/s400/Now+serving.+Jonathan++wayshak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217500392234995186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Serving.&lt;br /&gt;Jonatan Wayshak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-6526399452097139812?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6526399452097139812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6526399452097139812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-serving.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SGhI9pagzfI/AAAAAAAAALI/96Ds1m2riaI/s72-c/Now+serving.+Jonathan++wayshak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-6795535455099112553</id><published>2008-06-28T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:05:02.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>_¿Entonces qué aprendimos hoy?&lt;br /&gt;_"Me hiciste un favor, y me dejaste un monton de problemas psicologicos"&lt;br /&gt;_Bien, entendiste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-6795535455099112553?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6795535455099112553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6795535455099112553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7620936721364785595-3534022419359839155?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3534022419359839155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3534022419359839155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-vos-para-quien-sino.html' title='Ahora fotos.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SGcVDRxJeHI/AAAAAAAAALA/SrX6mG8_dIs/s72-c/vela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8650405444316759251</id><published>2008-06-28T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:34:03.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SGcS-XEGhlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HRorW6tHKsA/s1600-h/taza..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SGcS-XEGhlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HRorW6tHKsA/s400/taza..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217159555884418642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&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/7620936721364785595-8650405444316759251?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8650405444316759251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8650405444316759251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/juntos-caf-y-brownies.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SGcS-XEGhlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HRorW6tHKsA/s72-c/taza..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7365974225985524750</id><published>2008-06-28T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:46:24.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SGcREKavbaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HeCq2F3ppwM/s1600-h/Suiza+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SGcREKavbaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HeCq2F3ppwM/s400/Suiza+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217157456545672610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alguien tiene ganas de pegarse un viajecito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lac léman, Gèneve. Swiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7365974225985524750?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7365974225985524750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7365974225985524750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/primavera-en-europa.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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Junio.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5172366129290577047</id><published>2008-06-04T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:46:39.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Y jamás des por perdidala partida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cree en ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y aunque duelan, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;las heridas curarán&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-5172366129290577047?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5172366129290577047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5172366129290577047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-jams-des-por-perdidala-partida-cree.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4718680645023119436</id><published>2008-06-04T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:40:46.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mago de oz - hoy te toca ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/GOc3prnESsw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/GOc3prnESsw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Y verás que tú puedes volar,&lt;br /&gt;y que tu cuerpo es el viento,&lt;br /&gt;porque hoy tú vas a sonreír,&lt;br /&gt;HOY TE TOCA SER FELIZ"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4718680645023119436?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4718680645023119436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4718680645023119436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/mago-de-oz-hoy-te-toca-ser-feliz.html' title='mago de oz - hoy te toca ser feliz'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-6467852690415494543</id><published>2008-06-04T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:47:43.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolución</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;hagamos una revolución,que nuestro líder sea el sol, y nuestro ejército sean mariposas. por bandera otro amanecer y por conquista comprender que hay que cambiar las espadas por rosas. mientras te quede aliento ve a buscar con el viento ayuda, pues no queda tiempo…"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La costa del silencio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Es del M&lt;strong&gt;ago de Hoz&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-6467852690415494543?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6467852690415494543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6467852690415494543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/revolucin.html' title='Revolución'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7900498922090467049</id><published>2008-06-04T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:10:55.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"suelo elegir a mis amigos entre la gente triste. Y no vaya a creerse que nuestras reuniones consisten en charlas lacrimógenas. Nada de eso: concurrimos a bailongos atorrantes, amanecemos en lugares desconocidos, cantamos canciones puercas, nos enamoramos de mujeres desvergonzadas que revolean el escote y hacemos sonar los timbres de las casas para luego darnos a la fuga. Los muchachos tristes nos reímos mucho, le aseguro. Pero eso sí: a veces, mientras corremos entre carcajadas, perseguidos por las víctimas de nuestras ingeniosas bromas, necesitamos ver un gesto sombrío y fraternal en el amigo que marcha a nuestro lado. Es el gesto noble que lo salva a uno para siempre. Es el gesto que significa "atención, muchachos, que no me he olvidado de nada".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alejandro Dolina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7900498922090467049?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7900498922090467049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7900498922090467049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-3380996661885185520</id><published>2008-06-04T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:10:25.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Cuánto más inteligente, profunda y sensible es una persona, más probabilidades tiene de cruzarse con la tristeza. Por eso, las exhortaciones a la alegría suelen proponer la interrupción del pensamiento: "es mejor no pensar...". Casi todos los aparatos y artificios que el hombre ha inventado para producir alegría suspenden toda reflexión: la pirotecnia, la música bailable, las cantinas de la Boca, el metegol, los concursos de la televisión, las kermeses."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alejandro Dolina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Claramente este tipo es un genio. Cada día lo detesto un poquitito mas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-3380996661885185520?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3380996661885185520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3380996661885185520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/cunto-ms-inteligente-profunda-y.html' title='Alegria'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-2137821647931301366</id><published>2008-06-04T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:01:44.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" &lt;em&gt;Yo siempre quise ser peter pan y a base de irresponsabilidades lo estoy consiguendo.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joaquín Sabina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-2137821647931301366?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2137821647931301366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2137821647931301366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/yo-siempre-quise-ser-peter-pan-y-base.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7506080508477659752</id><published>2008-06-04T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:49:49.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exilio</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Me referiré otra vez a mi experiencia personal: si mi exilio físico no es de ninguna manera comparable al de los escritores expulsados de sus países en los últimos años, puesto que yo me marché por decisión propia y ajusté mi vida a nuevos parámetros a lo largo de más de dos décadas, en cambio mi reciente exilio cultural, que corta de un tajo el puente que me unía a mis compatriotas en cuanto lectores y críticos de mis libros, ese exilio insoportablemente amargo para alguien que siempre escribió como argentino y amó lo argentino, no fue para mí un traumatismo negativo. Salí del golpe con el sentimiento de que ahora sí, ahora la suerte estaba verdaderamente echada, ahora tenía que ser la batalla hasta el fin. El sólo pensar en todo lo que ese exilio cultural tiene de alienante y de pauperizante para miles y miles de lectores que son mis compatriotas como lo son de tantos otros escritores cuyas obras están prohibidas en el país, me bastó para reaccionar positivamente, para volver a mi máquina de escribir y seguir adelante mi trabajo, apoyando todas las formas inteligentes de combate. Y si quienes me cerraron el acceso cultural a mi país piensan que han completado así mi exilio, se equivocan de medio a medio. En realidad me han dado una beca de full-time, una beca para que me consagre más que nunca a mi trabajo, puesto que mi respuesta a ese fascismo cultural es y será multiplicar mi esfuerzo junto a todos los que luchan por la liberación de mi país. Desde luego no voy a dar las gracias por una beca de esa naturaleza, pero la aprovecharé a fondo, haré del disvalor del exilio un valor de combate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julio Cortazar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7506080508477659752?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7506080508477659752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7506080508477659752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/06/exilio.html' title='Exilio'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8307128610350566206</id><published>2008-05-31T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:39:54.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1ero de Junio 1920.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SEG3UztEOYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ukh0s52u9c4/s1600-h/Imagen+670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206644212321499522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SEG3UztEOYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ukh0s52u9c4/s400/Imagen+670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 88 años de perfección ante nuestros ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8307128610350566206?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8307128610350566206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8307128610350566206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/05/1ero-de-junio-1920.html' title='1ero de Junio 1920.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SEG3UztEOYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ukh0s52u9c4/s72-c/Imagen+670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-1293564442531712304</id><published>2008-05-14T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:22:55.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There are very few things more painful than watching the woman you love grapple with another man. Actually, I take that back. There are no things more painful"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-1293564442531712304?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1293564442531712304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1293564442531712304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-are-very-few-things-more-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5073503309782696009</id><published>2008-05-14T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:27:18.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LA PUTA MADRE COMO DUELE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-5073503309782696009?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5073503309782696009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5073503309782696009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-puta-madre-como-duele.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8383637229618024144</id><published>2008-05-10T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:19:43.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SCad8fIU8PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jtsWR2Q2yvs/s1600-h/complejidad+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SCad8fIU8PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jtsWR2Q2yvs/s400/complejidad+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199016482319954162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8383637229618024144?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8383637229618024144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8383637229618024144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SCad8fIU8PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jtsWR2Q2yvs/s72-c/complejidad+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-3301087046912170580</id><published>2008-05-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:20:25.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SB9d1o9sCwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rLUElwqoIlQ/s1600-h/ojo-def.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend's funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelie (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vimos este fragmento en la facu y me pareció brillante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Si fede, lo robe olimpicamente de tu blog, tomalo como un homenaje en vida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-6221849475340133107?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6221849475340133107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6221849475340133107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/04/amlie.html' title='Amélie'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-2774955923044287953</id><published>2008-04-13T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:32:44.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Porque no subí esto antes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SAK4vM1j21I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZJM-Ix0U0_I/s1600-h/abrazo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188912841723468626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SAK4vM1j21I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZJM-Ix0U0_I/s400/abrazo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-2774955923044287953?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2774955923044287953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2774955923044287953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/04/porque-no-subi-esto-antes.html' title='¿Porque no subí esto antes?'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SAK4vM1j21I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZJM-Ix0U0_I/s72-c/abrazo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4797381271465328873</id><published>2008-04-12T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:13:59.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costumbres femeninas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 verdades sobre la Universidad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a) Al salir de un exámen, las mujeres aseguran sollozando que les fue mal. Después se sacan 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b) Durante las clases, las mujeres anotan todo lo que dice el profesor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los hombres ponen la fecha y juegan con la birome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c) Las mujeres necesitan seducir al profesor. Aún si él tiene 90 años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bestiaria.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SABhD30pyEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/S_Q6mEdAmfg/s1600-h/n569573848_323243_9655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 91px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SABhD30pyEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/S_Q6mEdAmfg/s200/n569573848_323243_9655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188253489883105346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-0056682491812635"; /* 336x280, creado 18/01/08 */ google_ad_slot = "7324791528"; google_ad_width = 336; google_ad_height = 280; //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4797381271465328873?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4797381271465328873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4797381271465328873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/04/costumbres-femeninas.html' title='Costumbres femeninas'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/SABhD30pyEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/S_Q6mEdAmfg/s72-c/n569573848_323243_9655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8815935359358563202</id><published>2008-04-11T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:16:05.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las fantasias mas comunes de las mujeres.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que tu ex novio te pida perdón de rodillas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que tu ex novio te pida que vuelvas con él de rodillas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tu ex novio te pida que vuelvas con él de rodillas, ya estés enamorada de otro y le digas que es demasiado tarde.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hacerte depilación definitiva.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprarte una bicicleta fija para poder hacer ejercicio todos los días (aunque todos sabemos que nadie usa una bicicleta fija una vez que la tiene)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enamorar perdidamente a hombre ermitaño, oscuro y torturado, que jamás se haya fijado en otra mujer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bajar de peso espontáneamente porque tenés mucho trabajo y te olvidás de comer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que él llame - finalmente - para explicar que el motivo de su silencio era que había perdido tu número telefónico.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tener sexo con un profesor&lt;/span&gt; (siempre nos encanta algún profesor).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que dos hombres se agarren a las trompadas por vos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que los diseñadores hagan menos toreritas color naranja alerta para deslumbrar a sus colegas, y hagan más pantalones negros para deslumbrar a sus clientas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que salga al mercado un dulce de leche bajas calorías de verdad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poder tocar el control remoto alguna vez.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tener un admirador secreto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Llegar a ser viejita al lado de tu pareja.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tu primer novio (quien probablemente ya tuvo muchas novias, una esposa, hijos y nietos) haya estado siempre enamorado de vos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando tenés cinco años: casarte con el compañero de facultad de tu hermana mayor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hacer un pacto con el diablo y –sin importar lo que comas- no volver a engordar nunca más.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cada vez que estás menstruando y te duele la panza: que te extirpen el útero, que te aten las trompas, o incluso que te vacíen toda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poder usar remera sin corpiño y que todo quede en su lugar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprar compulsivamente sin preguntar los precios, llevar cada prenda en varios colores y, cuando llegás a tu casa, desparramar todo sobre la cama para mirarlo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que lo que haya dicho la tarotista o el horóscopo sea cierto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usar los más viles aros de lata, alambre de púa o chatarra repujada y que no te den alergia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cambiar a un hijo de puta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser la más linda de una fiesta, de la universidad, de un grupo de amigos, o -aunque más no sea- de la familia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acostarse con un desconocido.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dejar de perder la lima de uñas, la pincita de depilar y el alicate una vez por semana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tener un vestidor o un placard con organizador para zapatos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encontrarte con el hombre que te rompió el corazón justo cuando estás más flaca, más linda y mejor vestida.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empezar el gimnasio, ir a correr, o a clases de natación, y mantener esa rutina durante años.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Descubrir qué clase de enferma mental sigue diseñando corpiños con la taza en punta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cada vez que salís un sábado por la noche con amigas: conocer al amor de tu vida.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cada vez que te enamorás y no te corresponden: que existan las pócimas de amor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saber a dónde van a morir las tapas de los tupperwares.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que esa infeliz que habla todo el día de lo perfecto que es su marido, se entere de que es cornuda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tu pelo se mueva como en la publicidad de “Pantene“.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que tu pareja no se parezca a la de tus padres.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poder detectar qué zapatos te van a mutilar los dedos antes de comprarlos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encontrar a los mogólicos que diseñan bikinis para explicarles que la parte de abajo y la de arriba rara vez le sirven a la misma mujer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuando tenés una cita: que si el hombre resulta ser un imbécil, te reintegre el dinero que invertiste en peluquería y vestimenta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que el talle “M” sea siempre “M” de “medium” y no “M” de muñeca Barbie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que alguna vez ellos contesten la pregunta “¿En qué estás pensando?”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tener un cuerpo perfecto para poder tirarte encima cualquier trapito de oferta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que los poros finalmente se cierren, que las estrías se borren, que las puntas del pelo se regeneren, que la celulitis se alise, que los brazos se tonifiquen, que la panza se endurezca y que la cola se levante sin hacer demasiado esfuerzo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que él por fin se de cuenta de que “serían perfectos juntos”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuando el amor de tu vida ni te registra: que sorpresivamente te declare su amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que la empleada doméstica deje de meter tus corpiños con aro en el lavarropas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que tu hermana menor deje de usarte la ropa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volver a ser soltera.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No ser la última de la familia en casarte.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bestiaria.blogspot.com-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nota de Tinker: salvo 2 ó 3 puntos, pocas veces en mi vida leí algo tan real.&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/7620936721364785595-8815935359358563202?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8815935359358563202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8815935359358563202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/04/las-fantasias-mas-comunes-de-las.html' title='Las fantasias mas comunes de las mujeres.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-2659098942473978563</id><published>2008-04-08T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:48:19.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los tipos como vos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;"Solo te pido un abrazo mas&lt;br /&gt;que me apriete mucho mas que ayer&lt;br /&gt;solo te pido una mirada mas&lt;br /&gt;que a traves de ella pueda ver&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que hacen y sienten &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tipos como vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;los que mueren de pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;solo quisiera una ultima despedida&lt;br /&gt;que manche de alegria el resto de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;y cuando lagrimas de luto caen en tu mejilla&lt;br /&gt;entiendo que no tendre lo que mas quiero&lt;br /&gt;ese minuto mas&lt;br /&gt;solo un minuto mas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo te pido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las pastillas del abuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Se cerró el libro. Cada vez tenemos menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7620936721364785595-2659098942473978563?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2659098942473978563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2659098942473978563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/04/los-tipos-como-vos.html' title='Los tipos como vos.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8914861486994678270</id><published>2008-04-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:58:50.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. &lt;strong&gt;It hurts&lt;/strong&gt;. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Gaiman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8914861486994678270?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8914861486994678270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8914861486994678270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-love.html' title='I hate love'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7094561295905734208</id><published>2008-04-04T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:54:32.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"If you have the courage to love then you should have the courage to suffer too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing E.H. Majaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7094561295905734208?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7094561295905734208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7094561295905734208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/04/courage-to-love.html' title='Courage to love'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4763812993597824854</id><published>2008-04-04T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:17:20.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un día mas y van....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R_buWuLAekI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9x6Cyt5SwWQ/s1600-h/graficamariposa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185594095082437186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R_buWuLAekI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9x6Cyt5SwWQ/s400/graficamariposa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;No quiero más. No quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Costado positivo: Sigo viva. En algún momento pensé que me iba a morir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4763812993597824854?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4763812993597824854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4763812993597824854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-da-mas-y-van.html' title='Un día mas y van....'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R_buWuLAekI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9x6Cyt5SwWQ/s72-c/graficamariposa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-2279289790216920221</id><published>2008-04-03T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:09:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facundo.</title><content type='html'>2 meses&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Inexplicable lo que se siente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-2279289790216920221?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2279289790216920221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2279289790216920221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/04/facundo.html' title='Facundo.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-942743558129832744</id><published>2008-03-30T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:38:50.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R_Akg-LAejI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ySldTuKRf7U/s1600-h/410681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183683319967021618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R_Akg-LAejI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ySldTuKRf7U/s400/410681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R_AkLuLAeiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0Ote3URRIB0/s1600-h/410681.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-942743558129832744?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/942743558129832744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/942743558129832744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/sueo.html' title='Sueño'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R_Akg-LAejI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ySldTuKRf7U/s72-c/410681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8429073428754810931</id><published>2008-03-30T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:39:21.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No lograron apagar ese amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;llegaron tiempos, oscuros y violentos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;en que toda la vida era un callejón&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que no tenía salidas, solo desolación&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ella partió deprisa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voló como una brisa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;huyendo de esos días y él lo comprendió.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque estalló en pedazos su corazón.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuantos días, cuantos meses, cuantos años,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esperando que la vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lave todo el desengaño.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuantos días, cuantas nueces, &lt;strong&gt;veinte años,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;separados no lograron apagar ese amor&lt;/strong&gt;,ese amor... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ese amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero un día se encontraron como trenes de ida y vuelta en el andén&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se abrazaron, se besaron y todo empezó de nuevo ¡otra vez!.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nueces, Coti e Ismael Serrano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Esta mañana y otros cuentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8429073428754810931?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8429073428754810931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8429073428754810931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-lograron-apagar-ese-amor.html' title='No lograron apagar ese amor'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-438244988448321407</id><published>2008-03-27T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:10:31.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jueves</title><content type='html'>"Otra tarde como las demás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sin amores rotos de casualidad&lt;br /&gt;otro jueves de esos que no se dejan besar.&lt;br /&gt;No eran las esquirlas del rencor,&lt;br /&gt;eran telarañas en el corazón&lt;br /&gt;una flor con lagañas&lt;br /&gt;un desamor sin amor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otro jueves cobarde.&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/7620936721364785595-438244988448321407?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/438244988448321407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/438244988448321407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/jueves.html' title='Jueves'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-3581965564198920853</id><published>2008-03-23T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:57:31.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibujito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R-aYAuLAehI/AAAAAAAAAIg/G9OyYqYPTEc/s1600-h/bujito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R-aYAuLAehI/AAAAAAAAAIg/G9OyYqYPTEc/s200/bujito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180995559497955858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es una de esas cosas que te dan mucho dolor de cabeza, y te dejan palmado en una cama.&lt;br /&gt;Esas que te producen una incontrolable ira, por las cuales terminas acurrucado en un rincon, temblando, sin encontrar respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Cosas aisladas. pero que duelen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-3581965564198920853?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3581965564198920853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3581965564198920853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/dibujito.html' title='Dibujito'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R-aYAuLAehI/AAAAAAAAAIg/G9OyYqYPTEc/s72-c/bujito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5990291749732250842</id><published>2008-03-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:08:58.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Scissorhands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="qt0194895"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0930454/"&gt;Officer Allen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;: Will he be OK, Doc?  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0527316/"&gt;Psychologist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;: The years spent in isolation have not equipped him with the tools necessary to judge right from wrong. He's had no context. He's been completely without guidance. Furthermore, his work - the garden sculptures, hairstyles and so forth - indicate that he's a highly imaginative... uh... character. It seems clear that his awareness of what we call reality is radically underdeveloped. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0930454/"&gt;Officer Allen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;: But will he be all right out there?  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0527316/"&gt;Psychologist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;: Oh yeah, he'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R-QVHeLAefI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PwZxODAxHlk/s1600-h/edward+scissorhands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 117px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R-QVHeLAefI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PwZxODAxHlk/s200/edward+scissorhands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180288689485412850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1990, Tim Burton&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/7620936721364785595-5990291749732250842?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5990291749732250842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5990291749732250842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/edward-scissorhands.html' title='Edward Scissorhands'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R-QVHeLAefI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PwZxODAxHlk/s72-c/edward+scissorhands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-9174586513235007628</id><published>2008-03-21T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:50:18.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you feel like letting go, (hold on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody hurts sometimes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everybody hurts sometimes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.E.M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-9174586513235007628?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/9174586513235007628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/9174586513235007628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-everything-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-3095187121040731150</id><published>2008-03-20T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:35:22.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un babero para la tia Carito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R-MPr-LAedI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c_zrciVEFWQ/s1600-h/Facundo+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R-MPr-LAedI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c_zrciVEFWQ/s200/Facundo+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180001244504160722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tan solo 2 meses y 14 días&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-3095187121040731150?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3095187121040731150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3095187121040731150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-babero-para-la-tia-carito.html' title='Un babero para la tia Carito...'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R-MPr-LAedI/AAAAAAAAAIA/c_zrciVEFWQ/s72-c/Facundo+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4409692976686591887</id><published>2008-03-18T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T06:25:49.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusión rota</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Rota la ilusión de mi esperanza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda la razón de mi existir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este corazón se quedó solo también&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buscando su consuelo en el ayer"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayer, Vicentico.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4409692976686591887?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4409692976686591887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4409692976686591887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/ilusin-rota.html' title='Ilusión rota'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8567733244558162222</id><published>2008-03-18T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:58:04.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Marzo, 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No fue casualidad,&lt;br /&gt;Sabía que ibas a venir.&lt;br /&gt;Estás radiante y sé&lt;br /&gt;Estás radiante y sé&lt;br /&gt;los malos dias&lt;br /&gt;Solo fueron para mi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igual que ayer, Coti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8567733244558162222?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8567733244558162222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8567733244558162222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/17-marzo-2008.html' title='17 Marzo, 2008.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-1822676782791253748</id><published>2008-03-13T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:53:53.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lo malo es que aunque la mano palpa la espalda buscando el borde de lana, parecería que el pulóver ha quedado completamente arrollado cerca del cuello y lo único que encuentra la mano es la camisa cada vez más arrugada y hasta salida en parte del pantalón, y de poco sirve traer la mano y querer tirar de la delantera del pulóver porque sobre el pecho no se siente más que la camisa, el pulóver debe haber pasado apenas por los hombros y estará ahi arrollado y tenso como si él tuviera los hombros demasiado anchos para ese pulóver lo que en definitiva prueba que realmente se ha equivocado y ha metido una mano en el cuello y la otra en una manga, con lo cual la distancia que va del cuello a una de las mangas es exactamente la mitad de la que va de una manga a otra, y eso explica que él tenga la cabeza un poco ladeada a la izquierda, del lado donde la mano sigue prisionera en la manga, si es la manga, y que en cambio su mano derecha que ya está afuera se mueva con toda libertad en el aire aunque no consiga hacer bajar el pulóver que sigue como arrollado en lo alto de su cuerpo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se culpe a nadie, Final del juego.&lt;br /&gt;Julio Cortazar.&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/7620936721364785595-1822676782791253748?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1822676782791253748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1822676782791253748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/lo-malo-es-que-aunque-la-mano-palpa-la.html' title='Fragmento.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4878524865120998561</id><published>2008-03-08T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:10:44.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 de Marzo</title><content type='html'>Seriamente hablando, pocas cosas son mas placenteras, como que te dejen pasar primera en el colectivo, te abran una puerta o no te dejen caminar del lado de la calle.&lt;br /&gt;Que te traten con educación, aunque sea un total desconocido al cual te cruzaste una vez en una escalera, y al cual probablemente no vuelvas a ver en tu vida. Que sean atentos y respetuosos.&lt;br /&gt;Ser mujer no es una tarea sencilla.&lt;br /&gt;¡Felíz día a nosotras!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4878524865120998561?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4878524865120998561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4878524865120998561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/7-de-marzo.html' title='8 de Marzo'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7926106323862691392</id><published>2008-03-04T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:52:02.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; "Yo nunca estoy bien. Soy pesimista: vivo para quejarme y para protestar. No puedo remediarlo. A diferencia del resto del mundo, yo nunca pienso en vasos medios llenos o vasos medios vacíos, yo pienso que el vaso tiene vida, y que me quiere matar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestiaria.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(me asusta q una persona que no me conoce, pueda definirme tan bien)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7926106323862691392?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7926106323862691392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7926106323862691392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/ego.html' title='EGO.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5229599045237034</id><published>2008-03-01T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:39:17.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't hate you</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I thought you hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't. I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;" class="fine"&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;] I wasn't gonna be like my father. I wasn't gonna let all these things left unsaid smother me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosemary, I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I do. I'm sorry, but I love you more than anyone's ever loved. I love you, I love you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;" class="fine"&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;] How's that for letting it all hang out there? And hang, and hang, and hang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think you might wanna love me, too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what I think, Gabe, I'm only 11. I don't think I'm ready to be in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not ready and I'm doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I was wrong, maybe girls don't mature faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No they do, they do, you know they do. You even said so at the park. We at least mature at the same rate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1659579/"&gt;Rosemary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what mature is anymore, but I'm really happy you came. Do you want to dance, Gabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1242688/"&gt;Gabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure, what the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R8nMhKTyjEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PD3P_FoWubY/s1600-h/little-manhattan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R8nMhKTyjEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PD3P_FoWubY/s200/little-manhattan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172890517086833730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-5229599045237034?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5229599045237034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5229599045237034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-hate-you.html' title='I don&apos;t hate you'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R8nMhKTyjEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PD3P_FoWubY/s72-c/little-manhattan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7520785761564644622</id><published>2008-03-01T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:24:58.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can't ever shake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7520785761564644622?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7520785761564644622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7520785761564644622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7072364983731600495</id><published>2008-03-01T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:40:47.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R8nEmKTyjDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TRHmDIkNpCE/s1600-h/little+manhatan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172881806893157426" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R8nEmKTyjDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TRHmDIkNpCE/s200/little+manhatan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The truth is, there's gonna be other girls out there. I mean, I hope. &lt;strong&gt;But I'm never gonna get another first love&lt;/strong&gt;. That one is always gonna be her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Manhattan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7072364983731600495?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7072364983731600495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7072364983731600495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-love.html' title='First love'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R8nEmKTyjDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TRHmDIkNpCE/s72-c/little+manhatan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4846621897529793992</id><published>2008-02-29T04:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:31:37.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goobees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QxyHXIveGsI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QxyHXIveGsI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happiness factory de chocolate! (no tan happiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero aprender a hacer lo que hacen estos señores!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4846621897529793992?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4846621897529793992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4846621897529793992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/goobees.html' title='Goobees'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4675743248690735712</id><published>2008-02-25T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T02:42:18.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R8KbeqTTmhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BIfvH3p2Kkg/s1600-h/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R8KbeqTTmhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BIfvH3p2Kkg/s200/harry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170866273228397074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudo que mi vida vuelva a ser la misma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4675743248690735712?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4675743248690735712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4675743248690735712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/el-final.html' title='El final'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R8KbeqTTmhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BIfvH3p2Kkg/s72-c/harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-6730255930239606175</id><published>2008-02-20T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:23:40.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dos cosas son infinitas: el universo y la estupidez humana, y no estoy seguro sobre el universo"&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Una frase más hurtada de mi agenda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-6730255930239606175?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6730255930239606175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6730255930239606175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/dos-cosas-son-infinitas-el-universo-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5763822240699222190</id><published>2008-02-20T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:19:54.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It made sense to pool our collective loathing for the opposite sex, and while we were at it, you get to share a bed with somebody at the same time. We were frightened of being left alone for the rest of our lives. Only people of a certain disposition are frightened of being alone for the rest of their lives at the age of 26, and we were of that disposition"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-5763822240699222190?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5763822240699222190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5763822240699222190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/disposition.html' title='Disposition'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-1286584738125002267</id><published>2008-02-20T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:01:26.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She left me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I was jealous of other men in her design department. I became convinced that she was going to leave me for one of them. Then she left me for one of them"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-1286584738125002267?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1286584738125002267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1286584738125002267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-left-me.html' title='She left me'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7673064765127003085</id><published>2008-02-20T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:50:54.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0521974/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: I guess it looks as if you're reorganizing your records. What is this though? Chronological?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0521974/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Not alphabetical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0521974/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: Autobiographical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0521974/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: No fucking way.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;High Fidelity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7673064765127003085?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7673064765127003085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7673064765127003085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/records.html' title='Records'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-2639747761452514182</id><published>2008-02-20T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:24:15.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It would be nice to think that since I was 14 times have changed, relationships have become more sophisticated, females less cruel, skins thicker, instincts more developed, but there seems to be an element of that afternoon in everything that's happened to me since. All my romantic stories are a scrambled version of that first one "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-2639747761452514182?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2639747761452514182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2639747761452514182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-3132846237907131349</id><published>2008-02-20T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:31:01.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola, soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil 5 personas me habian dicho q mire high fidelity, les hice caso. Por lo tanto se vienen una sgeuidilla de entradas.&lt;br /&gt;Lo amerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-3132846237907131349?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3132846237907131349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/3132846237907131349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/hola.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4601613334767113006</id><published>2008-02-20T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:42:01.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the deathly hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7x0WaTTmgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/J-gqN6BWJGc/s1600-h/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169134400680729090" style="CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7x0WaTTmgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/J-gqN6BWJGc/s200/harry.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7xzw6TTmfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yFDqo-1UuL4/s1600-h/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meses esperando este momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que alguien me baje la adrenalina de un sopapo, por favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4601613334767113006?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4601613334767113006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4601613334767113006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the deathly hallows'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7x0WaTTmgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/J-gqN6BWJGc/s72-c/harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5634605014141137232</id><published>2008-02-18T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:52:08.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from  the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for  more than it's worth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wear sunscreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Schmich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-5634605014141137232?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5634605014141137232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5634605014141137232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/advice.html' title='Advice.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5239270521692953404</id><published>2008-02-18T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:56:48.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want to do it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="stanza-12"&gt;"Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with  your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted  to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still  don't"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="stanza-12"&gt;Wear sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;Mary Schmich&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-5239270521692953404?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5239270521692953404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5239270521692953404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-want-do.html' title='You want to do it?'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4964253597328418415</id><published>2008-02-18T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:40:04.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="stanza-3"&gt;"Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying  is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.  The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your  worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="stanza-3"&gt;Wear sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;Mary Schmich&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4964253597328418415?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4964253597328418415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4964253597328418415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-559996660604297846</id><published>2008-02-17T12:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:36:05.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 horas de evasión a la realidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7ia9qTTmeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QF_mDHU_EXo/s1600-h/casa+lu+x+9+byn+peke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168050956525607394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7ia9qTTmeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QF_mDHU_EXo/s200/casa+lu+x+9+byn+peke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Myself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Love]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.........................&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[Murder]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Gracias a Lu y Van, por seguir mis delirios)&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/7620936721364785595-559996660604297846?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/559996660604297846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/559996660604297846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/6-horas-de-evasin-la-realidad.html' title='6 horas de evasión a la realidad'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7ia9qTTmeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QF_mDHU_EXo/s72-c/casa+lu+x+9+byn+peke.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-1235836442759516785</id><published>2008-02-17T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:19:03.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Guardo un recoveco en el alma&lt;br /&gt;Que recuerda tu cara como nadie la vio&lt;br /&gt;Río, lloro y paso de todo por el bien de los dos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Y otra vez seremos dos extraños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Otra vez volveré a hacernos daño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Otra vez estoy en el fondo del dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y otra vez, tu y yo, por el bien de los dos" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Otra Vez.&lt;br /&gt;Coti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7620936721364785595-1235836442759516785?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1235836442759516785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1235836442759516785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/guardo-un-recoveco-en-el-alma-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-5914485398356178560</id><published>2008-02-17T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:18:57.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7h6bKTTmbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nVMvuJZwxq4/s1600-h/nieve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7h6bKTTmbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nVMvuJZwxq4/s400/nieve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168015179448031666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"quería que todo fuera eterno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; se fue el amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; llegó el invierno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y anduve tiritando en cualquier lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y sólo pude llorar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reloj de plastilina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charly García.&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/7620936721364785595-5914485398356178560?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5914485398356178560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/5914485398356178560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/quera-que-todo-fuera-eterno-se-fue-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7h6bKTTmbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nVMvuJZwxq4/s72-c/nieve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-944926692767992357</id><published>2008-02-14T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:40:16.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We had a fine time holding hands in june&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warm in a sunshine watching love in bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India&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/7620936721364785595-944926692767992357?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/944926692767992357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/944926692767992357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-had-fine-time-holding-hands-in-june_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-4499882259507159341</id><published>2008-02-14T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:07:28.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tu amor abrió una herida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; porque todo lo que te hace bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; siempre te hace mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tu amor cambió mi vida como un rayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, para lo que fue y será"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumbas de la gloria.&lt;br /&gt;Charly Garcia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-4499882259507159341?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4499882259507159341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/4499882259507159341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/tu-amor-abri-una-herida-porque-todo-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-8472355193300678303</id><published>2008-02-14T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:24:40.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7TilqTTmaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_yJG19bDOss/s1600-h/corona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167003809139104162" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7TilqTTmaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_yJG19bDOss/s400/corona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Princesa de todos mis palacios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si me pudieran dar a elegir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como y donde yo quisiera morir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contestaría acostado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz de estar a tu lado"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Princesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Las pastillas del abuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &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 width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-8472355193300678303?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8472355193300678303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/8472355193300678303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/princesa-de-todos-mis-palacios-si-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7TilqTTmaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_yJG19bDOss/s72-c/corona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-6688665585324832788</id><published>2008-02-14T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:32:00.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;La espera me agotó&lt;br /&gt;      no se nada de vos&lt;br /&gt;      dejaste &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanto&lt;/span&gt; en mí&lt;br /&gt;      En llamas me acosté&lt;br /&gt;      y en un lento degradé&lt;br /&gt;      supe que te perdí&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;       ¿Qué otra cosa puedo hacer?&lt;br /&gt;      si no olvido, moriré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crimen.&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo Cerati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota de Carito:&lt;br /&gt;Día garcha. si veo una pareja mas de la mano empiezo a los tiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7620936721364785595-6688665585324832788?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6688665585324832788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6688665585324832788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-espera-me-agot-no-se-nada-de-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-2141994373214204869</id><published>2008-02-13T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:15:09.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7OkIKTTmZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K506SvM7OW4/s1600-h/enriqueta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7OkIKTTmZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K506SvM7OW4/s400/enriqueta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166653657635330450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-2141994373214204869?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2141994373214204869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2141994373214204869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R7OkIKTTmZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K506SvM7OW4/s72-c/enriqueta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7702344082081871288</id><published>2008-02-12T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:49:13.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No solo de pan vive el hombre. De vez en cuando, también necesita un trago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unir avec l'entrée antérieure, s'il te plaît.&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/7620936721364785595-7702344082081871288?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7702344082081871288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7702344082081871288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-solo-de-pan-vive-el-hombre.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-7457938728226713824</id><published>2008-02-10T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:59:59.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"La conciencia es soluble en alcohol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riane Eisler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-7457938728226713824?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7457938728226713824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/7457938728226713824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-conciencia-es-soluble-en-alcohol.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-6656480401000466022</id><published>2008-02-09T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:32:07.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No me pidas que no sea un inconsciente</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No me pidas que no sangre&lt;br /&gt;si aun el cuchillo no sacaste de mi&lt;br /&gt;no me pidas que use cicatrizante&lt;br /&gt;dame dias dame meses &lt;br /&gt;Si te busco en el agua de mi boca&lt;br /&gt;si te veo en el fondo de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;no me pidas que no sea un inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;si no dejo de quererte. &lt;br /&gt;Y si escribo otra estupida cancion (de amor) &lt;br /&gt;y si me gusta y le pongo melodia&lt;br /&gt;si te digo que es por vos que me salia&lt;br /&gt;no es mentira aunque mienta facilmente&lt;br /&gt;No me pidas que no sea un inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;si no dejo de quererte.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andres Calamaro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-6656480401000466022?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6656480401000466022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6656480401000466022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-me-pidas-que-no-sea-un-inconciente.html' title='No me pidas que no sea un inconsciente'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-6685267187763630914</id><published>2008-02-08T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:21:52.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R60OCqYOMhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mzLYcVAbXuw/s1600-h/Ritual,+jonathan+wayshak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R60OCqYOMhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mzLYcVAbXuw/s400/Ritual,+jonathan+wayshak.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164799786562236946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritual, Jonathan Wayshak&lt;br /&gt;Diseñador/ilustrador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-6685267187763630914?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6685267187763630914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6685267187763630914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/ritual.html' title='Ritual'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R60OCqYOMhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mzLYcVAbXuw/s72-c/Ritual,+jonathan+wayshak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-2561867801382090686</id><published>2008-02-05T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:14:52.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo fuego</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Viernes!!!...ahora siempre es Viernes, sí…&lt;br /&gt;Sol!!!es preferible el sol sin dudas…&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo me sobra, aún estoy nuevo, aún tengo tiempo de más. &lt;br /&gt;Probé la vida y quiero más,&lt;br /&gt;Tengo stamina de más y bonus para gastar…&lt;br /&gt;Los días nublados de ayer hoy pasaron y no quiero saber &lt;br /&gt;de andar con mochilas de amargos recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;Con el cartel que dice: “Pegue que no duele”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supercell de optimismo, Twister de emoción,&lt;br /&gt;Fenómeno Tsunami, rocanrol del amor…&lt;br /&gt;De enamorarse nada mas que del amor en sí, del amor en mí&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo fuego&lt;br /&gt;Ataque 77&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-2561867801382090686?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2561867801382090686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/2561867801382090686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/echo-fuego.html' title='Echo fuego'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-979622366086080080</id><published>2008-02-02T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:08:18.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nessie by Sony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/c0TpDxLfjHc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/c0TpDxLfjHc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lo que se ve es un monstruo marino holográfico hecho por Sony en base a lásers en la bahía de Tokio para promocionar la película Water Horse: Legend of the Deep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-979622366086080080?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/979622366086080080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/979622366086080080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/nessie-by-sony.html' title='Nessie by Sony'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-1130115899202035979</id><published>2008-02-02T16:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:00:12.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin y Hobbes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Calvin recibió el nombre de un teólogo del siglo XVI que creía en la predestinación. Mucha gente cree que Calvin está inspirado en un hijo mío, o que se basa en recuerdos detallados de mi propia infancia. En realidad no tengo hijos, y fuí un niño bastante tranquilo y obediente, casi lo contrario que Calvin. Una de las razones que hace divertido escribir el personaje de Calvin es que, a menudo, no estoy de acuerdo con él. Calvin es autobiográfico en el sentido de que piensa sobre los mismos temas que yo, pero en esto, Calvin refleja más mi madurez que mi infancia. Muchos de los conflictos de Calvin son metáforas de mí mismo. Sospecho que muchos de nosotros envejecemos sin crecer, y que dentro de cada adulto (a veces muy adentro) hay un crío que quiere que todo se haga a su manera. Utilizo a Calvin como salida a mi inmadurez, como una forma de mantener mi curiosidad por la naturaleza, como una forma de rediculizar mis propias obsesiones, y como una forma de comentar la naturaleza humana. No querría tener a Calvin en mi casa, pero en el papel, me ayuda a sortear y entender mejor mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Al igual que Calvin, a menudo prefiero la compañia de animales a la de la gente, y Hobbes es mi idea de amigo ideal. El llamado "truco" de mi tira -las dos versiones de Hobbes- suele malinterpretarse. No pienso en Hobbes como un muñeco que cobra vida milagrosamente cuando aparece Calvin. Ni tampoco pienso en Hobbes como un producto de la imaginación de Calvin. La naturaleza de la realidad de Hobbes no me interesa. Calvin ve a Hobbes de una manera, y todos los demás lo ven de otra. Muestro dos versiones de la realidad, y cada una tiene sentido para el participante que la ve. Creo que es así como funciona la vida. Todos no vemos el mundo de la misma manera, y eso es lo que dibujo en la tira. Hobbes trata más sobre la naturaleza subjetiva de la realidad que sobre muñecos que cobran vida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Watterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R6URHaYOMgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3eXgjfENrAQ/s1600-h/calvin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R6URHaYOMgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3eXgjfENrAQ/s400/calvin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162551366887813634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-1130115899202035979?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1130115899202035979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/1130115899202035979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/calvin-y-hobbes.html' title='Calvin y Hobbes'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R6URHaYOMgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3eXgjfENrAQ/s72-c/calvin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-6713303638308472172</id><published>2008-02-02T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:22:25.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut.</title><content type='html'>Homer: Aw, twenty dollars! I wanted a peanut! &lt;br /&gt;Homer`s Brain: Twenty dollars can buy many peanuts! &lt;br /&gt;Homer: Explain how! &lt;br /&gt;Homer`s Brain: Money can be exchanged for goods and services! &lt;br /&gt;Homer: Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R6UI86YOMfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ypeomYdrasE/s1600-h/homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R6UI86YOMfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ypeomYdrasE/s200/homer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162542390406164978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-6713303638308472172?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6713303638308472172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/6713303638308472172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/peanut.html' title='Peanut.'/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R6UI86YOMfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ypeomYdrasE/s72-c/homer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-857605367253954288</id><published>2008-02-01T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:25:30.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R6PGRaYOMeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qmsJTdaSp8I/s1600-h/enroqueta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R6PGRaYOMeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qmsJTdaSp8I/s400/enroqueta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162187600337711586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-857605367253954288?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/857605367253954288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/857605367253954288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P6QzlmRcb6U/R6PGRaYOMeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qmsJTdaSp8I/s72-c/enroqueta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7620936721364785595.post-958271658480086155</id><published>2008-02-01T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:16:52.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Primero de febrero.&lt;br /&gt;Otro mes pasó y yo sigo soltera.&lt;br /&gt;esto es indignante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7620936721364785595-958271658480086155?l=sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/958271658480086155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7620936721364785595/posts/default/958271658480086155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinunaputaidea.blogspot.com/2008/02/1ero-de-febrero.html' title=''/><author><name>Carito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01420438932990287876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
