<?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-11075020</id><updated>2011-11-17T16:14:23.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is about everything</title><subtitle type='html'>Is a yes, is about what goes thru my mind, about music, what i like to say</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-8281964911773346648</id><published>2011-01-07T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:28:28.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo infinitas resoluciones para el año nuevo y para la eternidad.</title><content type='html'>Antes solía escribir mucho, muy a menudo, todo el tiempo... por cada sentimiento... cada pensar... un pensamiento me llevaba a otro y a otro y terminaba escribiendo mucho más de la idea inicial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sea cliché, todos los años nuevos, me trazo metas, que es muy efectivo ponerlas en escritura porque te sientes comprometido "públicamente" a lograrlas... o por lo menos hacer todo lo posible por alcanzarlas. Hoy publico una de mis metas, volver a escribir como antes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-8281964911773346648?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/8281964911773346648/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=8281964911773346648' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/8281964911773346648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/8281964911773346648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2011/01/tengo-infinitas-resoluciones-para-el.html' title='Tengo infinitas resoluciones para el año nuevo y para la eternidad.'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-2030787352811740832</id><published>2010-11-22T18:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:30:18.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for now, i feel 50 feet below crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-2030787352811740832?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/2030787352811740832/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=2030787352811740832' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/2030787352811740832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/2030787352811740832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-for-now-i-feel-50-feet-below-crap.html' title='Just for now, i feel 50 feet below crap'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-4317814863377376033</id><published>2010-08-19T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:30:39.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolución</title><content type='html'>Antes de escribir esto me pregunté a quien le va a importar lo que escriba, que diga lo que pienso, lo que siento, lo que hago, lo que me gusta, lo que me enoja. Y la respuesta me la di inmediatamente y a quien le importa es a mi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escribo como desahogo, para compartir, para la posteridad, escribo para mi, porque la vida se trata de todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-4317814863377376033?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/4317814863377376033/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=4317814863377376033' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/4317814863377376033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/4317814863377376033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2010/08/resolucion.html' title='Resolución'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-2229891291096051925</id><published>2010-06-11T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:48:56.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW CONFERENCE 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.capitaldbg.com/2010/06/how-conference-2010/"&gt;HOW CONFERENCE 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-2229891291096051925?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.capitaldbg.com/2010/06/how-conference-2010/' title='HOW CONFERENCE 2010'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/2229891291096051925/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=2229891291096051925' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/2229891291096051925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/2229891291096051925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-conference-2010.html' title='HOW CONFERENCE 2010'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-4024100663481045575</id><published>2009-12-10T01:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:02:54.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna be ok, just dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Just Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I've had a little bit too much&lt;br /&gt;All of the people start to rush.&lt;br /&gt;Start to rush babe.&lt;br /&gt;How does he twist the dance? &lt;br /&gt;Can't find my drink or man.&lt;br /&gt;Where are my keys, I lost my phone.&lt;br /&gt;What's go-ing out on the floor? &lt;br /&gt;I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it cool what's the name of this club? &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember but it's alright, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Just dance. Gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Da-doo-doo-doo&lt;br /&gt;Just dance. Spin that record babe.&lt;br /&gt;Da-doo-doo-doo&lt;br /&gt;Just dance. Gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Duh-duh-duh-duh&lt;br /&gt;Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.&lt;br /&gt;How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out babe.&lt;br /&gt;Control your poison babe&lt;br /&gt;Roses with thorns they say.&lt;br /&gt;And we're all gettin' hosed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;What's go-ing out on the floor? &lt;br /&gt;I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it cool what's the name of this club? &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember but it's alright, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come through on the dance floor checkin out that catalogue.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe my eyes so many women without a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonn' give it up, steady tryna pick it up like the car&lt;br /&gt;I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it and flex until the til done until tomorr' yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Show me I can see that you got so much in the jean&lt;br /&gt;The way you twirling up them hips round and round&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason, I know why you can't leave here with me&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime stand, let me watch you break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm psychotic synchypnotic&lt;br /&gt;I got my blue burners and phonic&lt;br /&gt;I'm psychotic synchypnotic&lt;br /&gt;I got my brand electronic&lt;br /&gt;I'm psychotic synchypnotic&lt;br /&gt;I got my blue burners and phonic&lt;br /&gt;I'm psychotic synchypnotic&lt;br /&gt;I got my brand electronic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go. Use your muscle comin out work and hustle&lt;br /&gt;I got it, just stay close enough to get it&lt;br /&gt;Go slow. Drive it, clean it like so clean it's been molesto, I got it, and your popped coll'&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/11075020-4024100663481045575?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/4024100663481045575/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=4024100663481045575' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/4024100663481045575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/4024100663481045575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2009/12/gonna-be-ok-just-dance.html' title='Gonna be ok, just dance'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-6617575406594861419</id><published>2009-04-01T00:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:56:47.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Great song Dido.... good song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;"i just want to feel safe in my own skin &lt;br /&gt;i just want to be happy again &lt;br /&gt;i just want to feel deep in my own world &lt;br /&gt;but im so onlely i dont even want to be with myself anymore &lt;br /&gt;on a different day &lt;br /&gt;if i was safe in my own skin &lt;br /&gt;then i wouldn't feel lost and so frightened &lt;br /&gt;but this is today and im lost in my own skin &lt;br /&gt;and im so lonely i dont even want to be with myself anymore &lt;br /&gt;i just want to feel safe in my own skin &lt;br /&gt;i just want to be happy again"&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/11075020-6617575406594861419?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/6617575406594861419/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=6617575406594861419' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/6617575406594861419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/6617575406594861419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2009/04/honestly-ok.html' title='Honestly ok'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-2758392855404329434</id><published>2009-01-05T23:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:53:07.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>I dream everyday. I dream eyes open, i dream eyes closed, soul hoping and body moving for good things, better things, funny things, emotional things, happy things, musical things, healthy things, colorful things, movie things, goal things, freedom things, you with me things... maybe i should get real things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love to dream. I'll still dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-2758392855404329434?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/2758392855404329434/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=2758392855404329434' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/2758392855404329434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/2758392855404329434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-8445160063161644603</id><published>2008-12-22T01:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:01:52.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross</title><content type='html'>I want to kiss you were is wet,&lt;br /&gt;i want to hold your face and save it for myself,&lt;br /&gt;for you to touch my hair and kiss my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;and for both to finish high... right there at our secret spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lick your hands and smell your chest,&lt;br /&gt;to find your glimpse, to watch and stare,&lt;br /&gt;while you sit in front of your computer sipping tinto&lt;br /&gt;showing and amazing me with your beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the sunrise comes, i see you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i get wrapped one more time in your arms and get up and leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-8445160063161644603?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/8445160063161644603/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=8445160063161644603' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/8445160063161644603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/8445160063161644603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2008/12/cross.html' title='Cross'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-6793552536728692819</id><published>2008-12-01T00:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:48:05.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Sinatra to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I've heard Sinatra before, but i've never really listen to him so this afternoon, after thorough consideration, i decided to listen to his "Fly me to the moon" production, so alone at home, i closed my eyes, pressed play and paid attention to the poems with rhythm and soul that were coming out of the speakers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;As an immediate reaction my foot beggined twirling, a smile appeared on my face, i thought of you, i remembered friday... what you said, i remembered your kiss and your tender caress on my face, and i have to admit and say you are also under my skin every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-6793552536728692819?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/6793552536728692819/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=6793552536728692819' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/6793552536728692819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/6793552536728692819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-sinatra-to-me.html' title='From Sinatra to me'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-4345168915001808529</id><published>2008-08-01T16:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:29:05.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isendit yourecieveit</title><content type='html'>Just like you said, nada personal since i don't have you always on my mind, wish you were here one love closer, you know i'm no good dirty little secret perfect girl, life in tecnicolor, nada particular al otro lado del río, dame el poder, should i say or should i go, no dices más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-4345168915001808529?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/4345168915001808529/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=4345168915001808529' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/4345168915001808529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/4345168915001808529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2008/08/isendit-yourecieveit.html' title='Isendit yourecieveit'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-9179020647292440010</id><published>2008-07-23T14:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:05:39.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jugando el juego</title><content type='html'>10 en un bar, dos en la barra, después de... unos cuantos tragos, risas y disfrutar, convece uno al otro de ponerse a jugar y así empieza el juego que jugaron los 10 en el bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Vamos a jugar un juego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; ¿Cómo se juega?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Yo escribo algo y tu escribes otra cosa... lo que te dé feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Dale, empieza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Hay amor aún cuando nunca ha existido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Yo simplemente, básicamente....AMO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Que bonito es amar y nunca mirar atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Nunca mirar atrás es moverse hacia adelante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Cuantas caras tiene la vida para mostrar su belleza y aún sigo buscando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Buscar y buscar para luego darte cuenta que sabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; ¿Qué sabes?... Saberse a uno mismo, esa es la cuestión más profunda y a la vez, más básica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Es tan básico como mi lengua azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; La lengua domina al mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; La lengua domina al mundo, domina a la mujer, te domina a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; La lengua dibuja en los cuerpos, las figuras del lenguaje más sexual y apasional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; La lengua dibuja mis curvas y mi infinito por descubrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says: &lt;/span&gt;El infinito se descubre tocando, mirando, probando con los labios su sabor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; El sabor lo sabre con tus labios de arriba a abajo, explorando, conociendo y acostumbrándote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; La exploración combate la costumbre tediosa; y lo que nos puede traer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Quiero saber todo lo que hay por saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; Se tanto que no se nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Nada no es una definición que me pueda conformar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Nada es el significado del todo, todo es lo único que nos queda por conocer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; Lo único que tengo es conocer todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Envidio el conocer todo pero disfruto el conocer nada, nada es muy vacío para mi cerebro y reconfortante para mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; El corazón lo entiende todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; El corazón lo entiende todo pero no escapa de descifrar nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 says:&lt;/span&gt; A la vez, el corazón siente más de lo que imaginamos y descifra las cosas, aunque no lo notemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; Lo notamos pero tememos aceptarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Aceptar los mensajes que nos dan, es más fácil que aceptar la realidad que nos toca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; Para que aceptarlo, si podemos sentirlo y disfrutarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 says:&lt;/span&gt; Pero al mismo tiempo lo aceptamos pero no lo compartimos del todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; para que comprenderlo si podemos sentirlo y hacerlo sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; No hay que comprender nada, sólo disfrutar todo lo que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Es decir, ¿Qué todo es tan simple como el blanco y el negro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Existen los grises; ahi se esconden los secretos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; En los secretos se encuentran las mejores sensaciones y se viven los mejores momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Los momentos secretos dan sentido a nuestra vida, sin conseiderar "reglas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 says:&lt;/span&gt; En los secretos vivimos y sumergimos nuestra existencia, ya que cada uno de nosotros llevamos dentro eso que se llama individualismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; Lo maravilloso del individualismo es la capacidad de poder compartirlo... compártelo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Compartir te hace vulnerable... y no estoy segure si eso me es agradable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Claro que una risa es agradable para compartir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; Pero compartir más que una sonrisa es lo que todos queremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 says:&lt;/span&gt; NO HAY NADA QUE EL AMOR NO ARREGLE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Compartir todo, sin prejuicios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Intergaláctico!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Intergaláctico, fantástico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 says:&lt;/span&gt; Fantástico... disfrútalo... vívelo, esa es la escencia y lo magnífico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Magnifica tus sentimientos hasta explotar de extasis !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Extasis que me explota ¿éxtasis que me llena? ¿Puedes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Me llena este sandwich de salchicha. Se vale to'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 says:&lt;/span&gt; Se vale todo hasta un beso de desayuno y nos vamos volando, donde nos lleve lo que sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 says:&lt;/span&gt; Nos vamos volando hasta neptuno con "Special K"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 says:&lt;/span&gt; Se armó!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se armó la bailadera, se armaron los recuerdos de un fin de semana en Atlantis para recordar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-9179020647292440010?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/9179020647292440010/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=9179020647292440010' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/9179020647292440010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/9179020647292440010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2008/07/jugando-el-juego_23.html' title='Jugando el juego'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-8192203445212302449</id><published>2008-07-09T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:27:58.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/SHUG9TGPVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T_XebMkcrWo/s1600-h/Picture%2B5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/SHUG9TGPVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T_XebMkcrWo/s400/Picture%2B5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221086993174189698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo tomé prestado de mi buena amiga mabel... no puedes tener más razón, gracias por prestármelo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-8192203445212302449?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/8192203445212302449/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=8192203445212302449' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/8192203445212302449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/8192203445212302449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2008/07/contando.html' title='Contando'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/SHUG9TGPVoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T_XebMkcrWo/s72-c/Picture%2B5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-8999391181010152620</id><published>2008-07-09T01:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:04:59.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero leerte</title><content type='html'>Escríbeme hoy... cuéntame de tu sentir esperanzado,&lt;br /&gt;escríbeme mañana...  mientras acaricio tu pelo y pegas tus brazos a mi falta,&lt;br /&gt;escríbeme siempre, planeando y viviendo nuestros viernes,&lt;br /&gt;Escríbeme otra vez... extraño tanto un correo nuevo tuyo en mi buzón de entrada y tu fiebre de cuando en vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-8999391181010152620?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/8999391181010152620/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=8999391181010152620' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/8999391181010152620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/8999391181010152620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiero-leerte.html' title='Quiero leerte'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-7421148014832947665</id><published>2008-06-20T16:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:46:29.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganas</title><content type='html'>Hoy tengo ganas de ti,&lt;div&gt;ganas de mirarte, respirarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentirte, olfatearte, gustarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despertarte, masticarte, besarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desnudarte, iluminarte, gustarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enloquecerte, asesinarte, resucitarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buscarte, evadirte... entregarme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-7421148014832947665?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/7421148014832947665/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=7421148014832947665' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/7421148014832947665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/7421148014832947665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2008/06/ganas.html' title='Ganas'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-9188149392814701122</id><published>2008-06-10T11:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:32:56.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canción de la semana</title><content type='html'>Esta canción no pudo llegar a mis oídos en mejor momento... gracias Amy por la comprensión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Amy Whinehouse&lt;br /&gt;Tittle: Tears Dry On Their Own&lt;br /&gt;Album: Back To Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can ever be to you,&lt;br /&gt;Is a darkness that we knew,&lt;br /&gt;And this regret I've got accustomed to,&lt;br /&gt;Once it was so right,&lt;br /&gt;When we were at our high,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you in the hotel at night,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I hadn't met my match,&lt;br /&gt;But every moment we could snatch,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I got so attached,&lt;br /&gt;It's my responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;And you don't owe nothing to me,&lt;br /&gt;But to walk away I have no capacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;He walks away,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day but I'm grown,&lt;br /&gt;And in your way, in this blue shade&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry on their own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I stress A man,&lt;br /&gt;When there's so many bigger things at hand,&lt;br /&gt;We could a never had it all,&lt;br /&gt;We had to hit a wall,&lt;br /&gt;So this is inevitable withdrawal,&lt;br /&gt;Even if I stop wanting you,&lt;br /&gt;A Perspective pushes true,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be some next man's other woman soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't play myself again,&lt;br /&gt;I should just be my own best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are history,&lt;br /&gt;YOUR shadow covers me&lt;br /&gt;The sky above,&lt;br /&gt;A blaze only that lovers see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say no regrets,&lt;br /&gt;And no emotional debts,&lt;br /&gt;Cause that kiss goodbye the sun sets,&lt;br /&gt;So we are history,&lt;br /&gt;The shadow covers me,&lt;br /&gt;The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;He walks away,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day but I'm grown,&lt;br /&gt;And in you way,&lt;br /&gt;My deep shade,&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-9188149392814701122?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/9188149392814701122/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=9188149392814701122' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/9188149392814701122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/9188149392814701122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2008/06/esta-cancin-no-pudo-llegar-mis-odos-en.html' title='Canción de la semana'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-116482699706961772</id><published>2006-11-29T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:03:17.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>Oficialmente "terminé",  eso me hace sentir complacida (y para mi mamá esto ha sido uno de los mejores momentos de su vida), pero para mí es como que blah... y es porque el suceso de este evento me ha hecho pensar en el principio de todo y en las cosas vividas durante todo esto y en donde estoy ahora y me cuestiono a ver si realmente he hecho algo con mi vida, si realmente toda esta gran inversión de tiempo, esfuerzó físico y mental e inversión millonaria monetaria me ha llevado a algún lugar en el cual estoy "satisfecha" o "feliz"o encaminada por lo menos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué si he llegado a alguna conclusión? absolutamente no, lo único que he notado hasta ahora es que tengo más edad que antes, conozco más personas que antes, tengo un poco más experiencia, pero siento y pienso que deben haber cosas más grandiosas que esto... no sé que... pero es que tiene que haber algo tan grandioso que por eso no sé lo que és... y es más... ¿Porqué tiene que ser una sola cosa grandiosa?, es más... tienen que haber miles de cosas grandiosas!... más que esto... mejor que esto por lo menos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente sé que sí, que estoy encaminada... ¿Hacia donde? hacia saber que tengo que encontrar las cosas grandiosas. De las miles que estoy segura que hay, quisera encontrar 7... mientras tanto sigo sonriendo, trabajando, queriendo y soñando, esta última es mi favorita, es la mejor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-116482699706961772?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/116482699706961772/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=116482699706961772' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/116482699706961772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/116482699706961772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/11/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-116102653256364565</id><published>2006-10-16T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:22:13.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are so freakin' mind blowing!</title><content type='html'>You drive me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;you make me want to jump all around and up and down,&lt;br /&gt;just knowing is you, puts an inmediate dumb smile on my face, as if i were still a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;You've had me thinking about you... none stop, it took me so long to stop that habit!&lt;br /&gt;You have that silly effect on my that makes me even sillier everytime... still... after it's been so long...&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you called last night!&lt;br /&gt;I hate my self for letting you get to me, when i know you don't even know nothing!&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for doing this to me!&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice hearing from you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-116102653256364565?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/116102653256364565/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=116102653256364565' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/116102653256364565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/116102653256364565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-are-so-freakin-mind-blowing.html' title='You are so freakin&apos; mind blowing!'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-115496528178454383</id><published>2006-08-07T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:41:21.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will</title><content type='html'>Boy am i looking foward for a weekend curled up under your scent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-115496528178454383?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/115496528178454383/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=115496528178454383' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/115496528178454383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/115496528178454383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/08/will.html' title='Will'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-115214700627450046</id><published>2006-07-05T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:50:06.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy</title><content type='html'>52 días, 20 horas, 34 minutos y los segundos.. difícil de tabularlos y todavía sigue corriendo, todavía ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-115214700627450046?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/115214700627450046/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=115214700627450046' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/115214700627450046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/115214700627450046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/07/hoy.html' title='hoy'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-114772734943886594</id><published>2006-05-15T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:09:09.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Probablemente</title><content type='html'>Nunca es suficiente&lt;br /&gt;siempre es demasiado,&lt;br /&gt;nunca se acaba&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay algo...&lt;br /&gt;hasta cuando?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probablemente para siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-114772734943886594?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/114772734943886594/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=114772734943886594' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114772734943886594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114772734943886594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/05/probablemente.html' title='Probablemente'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-114236602737171355</id><published>2006-03-14T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:58:24.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo</title><content type='html'>Tengo sueño de tenerte&lt;br /&gt;ganas de verte,&lt;br /&gt;tengo dolor de apartarte&lt;br /&gt;ganas de abrazarte,&lt;br /&gt;tengo amor para sonreir&lt;br /&gt;ganas de dormir,&lt;br /&gt;tengo lágrimas  para  extrañarte&lt;br /&gt;ganas de amarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-114236602737171355?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/114236602737171355/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=114236602737171355' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114236602737171355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114236602737171355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/03/tengo.html' title='Tengo'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-114182786634782833</id><published>2006-03-08T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:37:00.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadando sin nada</title><content type='html'>No pensando en nada, de repente me encuentro pensando en tí... mejor sigo nadando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-114182786634782833?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/114182786634782833/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=114182786634782833' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114182786634782833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114182786634782833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/03/nadando-sin-nada.html' title='Nadando sin nada'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-114176746454652090</id><published>2006-03-07T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:37:44.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abecedario</title><content type='html'>Aún basta con decir "estoy felíz ganando historias imborrables jugando kilómetros lamiendo más nada orgánico pues que rizos salados tupidos".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-114176746454652090?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/114176746454652090/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=114176746454652090' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114176746454652090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114176746454652090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/03/abecedario.html' title='Abecedario'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-114116481742029504</id><published>2006-02-28T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:13:37.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>así...</title><content type='html'>No quiero tener la razón, pero quiero tenerla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-114116481742029504?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/114116481742029504/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=114116481742029504' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114116481742029504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/114116481742029504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/02/as.html' title='así...'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-113995461910542478</id><published>2006-02-14T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:03:39.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5081/883/1600/heart.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5081/883/320/heart.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel the heart beat&lt;br /&gt;beat the drums&lt;br /&gt;drums sounds from the wind&lt;br /&gt;wind so cool, touch me again&lt;br /&gt;again is today&lt;br /&gt;today i say, happy valentine's day.&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/11075020-113995461910542478?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/113995461910542478/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=113995461910542478' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113995461910542478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113995461910542478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/02/heart-day_14.html' title='The Heart Day'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-113873529754678359</id><published>2006-01-31T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:21:37.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Net</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5081/883/1600/net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5081/883/320/net.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are safety nets really used for?... i mean really!&lt;br /&gt;I think i need one...anybody got one or two?&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/11075020-113873529754678359?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/113873529754678359/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=113873529754678359' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113873529754678359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113873529754678359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2006/01/net.html' title='Net'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-113528756858860251</id><published>2005-12-22T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:39:28.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions_vol. 1</title><content type='html'>TV series, couples kissing,&lt;br /&gt;sunday nights, making plans,&lt;br /&gt;countries at war, songs in my car,&lt;br /&gt;smiles on the street, shopping spree,&lt;br /&gt;being in my room, thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;singing a song, eating alone,&lt;br /&gt;being on a diet, you being quiet,&lt;br /&gt;children smiling, writing and wanting,&lt;br /&gt;smell of candies, staying still doing nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-113528756858860251?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/113528756858860251/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=113528756858860251' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113528756858860251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113528756858860251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/12/emotionsvol-1.html' title='emotions_vol. 1'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-113294914360629533</id><published>2005-11-25T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:05:43.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viernes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5081/883/1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5081/883/320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, heme aquí, viernes por la tarde una vez más. Es Fantático !, ya empezó la brisita "fría" de diciembre en la isla, de la cual nos aprovechamos para ponernos la "ropa de invierno"; por las tardes el sol brilla contento, en la calle las personas sonríen y diciembre levanta su falda para provocarnos con su ligera inocencia. Antes de que nos demos cuenta podremos ver la suave piel del muslo de mitad de mes. Ya saben a donde vamos desde aquí, a todo vapor y derecho a los panties de la navidad, fiesta todos los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si al igual que yo, que el mes de diciembre es una época de indulgencia pesada, encontrarás que la cintura se ensancha un poco, disfrútalo y míralo de esta forma....ya llegó la navidad. Felices fiestas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-113294914360629533?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/113294914360629533/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=113294914360629533' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113294914360629533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113294914360629533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/11/viernes.html' title='Viernes'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-113154324671082142</id><published>2005-11-09T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:45:39.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canción de Amor</title><content type='html'>Ellos danzan y bailan incansablemente la canción de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ellos ruedan y giran constantemente bailando la canción de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ellos se miran y rien caudalosamente disfrutando la canción de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ellos se tocan y acarician apasionadamente al ritmo de la canción de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ellos sienten y escuchan con detalle las letras de la canción de amor....&lt;br /&gt;Ella quiere y sueña bailar la canción de amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-113154324671082142?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/113154324671082142/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=113154324671082142' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113154324671082142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/113154324671082142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/11/cancin-de-amor.html' title='Canción de Amor'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-112727569311021945</id><published>2005-09-20T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:38:06.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué tengo que hacer con esto?</title><content type='html'>Anoche pensé en ti...soñé contigo...te sentí tan cerca de mi, justo a mi lado, como siempre...nuestros labios se fundieron, te sentí, besaste mis ojos, te deseé...te amé, éramos una sola alma.&lt;br /&gt;sí..., así...tanto así estube contigo que el tiempo se congeló, había un silencio encantador, ...sólo la melodía más dulce se escuchaba de fondo...tu respiración, todo perfecto, tu caricia tibia, mi tacto rodando, tocando, sintiendo, conociéndo hasta tu sombra, llegando al tope de las emociones, de las sensaciones, donde te deseo, te sueño...te espero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-112727569311021945?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/112727569311021945/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=112727569311021945' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112727569311021945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112727569311021945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/09/qu-tengo-que-hacer-con-esto.html' title='¿Qué tengo que hacer con esto?'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-112663476819952964</id><published>2005-09-13T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T14:06:08.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormida</title><content type='html'>No quiero quedarme dormida, tengo que despertar, mi cerebro está recibiendo las señales pero mi cuerpo no reacciona. Yo durmiendo, te siento a mi lado, yo...segura, tú dándome tus brazos, yo...quierendo abrazos.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo seguir dormida, no quiero seguir durmiendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-112663476819952964?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/112663476819952964/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=112663476819952964' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112663476819952964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112663476819952964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/09/dormida.html' title='Dormida'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-112655858551284221</id><published>2005-09-12T16:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:09:16.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Se fue</title><content type='html'>Definitivamente nunca te tuve, ahora sí que te fuiste para siempre, ya no tendré más besos intensos de esos que me quitaban(me quitan) el aliento, ni me mirarán más tus ojos...esos ojos...esos que tildaban de elixir de vida(mi vida), ya no más lugares secretos, escondidos ni suspenso, ya mis dedos no sentirán tus caricias tibias, ya no tendré los pelos de punta con sólo saber que te vería, con solo escuchar tu nombre...a las emociones le salieron alas, se fueron volando y no las puedo alcanzar.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo... aunque podría jurar que estoy durmiendo y soñando, que siempre me lo estube imaginando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-112655858551284221?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/112655858551284221/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=112655858551284221' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112655858551284221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112655858551284221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/09/se-fue.html' title='Se fue'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-112440776128649973</id><published>2005-08-18T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:29:21.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Escribo</title><content type='html'>Me gustó mucho, se parece a mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Escribo. Escribo que escribo. Mentalmente me veo escribir que escribo y también puedo verme ver que escribo.  Me recuerdo escribiendo ya y también viéndome que escribía. Y me veo recordando que me veo escribir y me recuerdo viéndome recordar que escribía y escribo viéndome escribir que recuerdo haberme visto escribir que me veía escribir que recordaba haberme visto escribir que escribía y que escribía que escribo que escribía.  También puedo imaginarme escribiendo que ya había escrito que me imaginaría escribiendo que había escrito que me imaginaba escribiendo que me veo escribir que escribo".&lt;br /&gt;Salvador Elizondo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-112440776128649973?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/112440776128649973/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=112440776128649973' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112440776128649973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112440776128649973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/08/escribo.html' title='Escribo'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-112351253475618348</id><published>2005-08-08T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T10:48:54.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta vez sera</title><content type='html'>Hoy sarah decidió por décimo quinta vez ponerse a dieta... si!, desafiando el bypass gástrico, la abdominoplastía y la liposucción, con dieta y ejercicio pretende lograrlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez si lo logrará!, será delgada y esbelta, no dejará la dieta. Está cansada de tener que comprar tallas que tienen más de una X, de no ponerse bikini, de que se refieran a ella como “la gordita”, ya está bueno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre su escritorio colocó todos los dulces que poseía para que todo el que quiera venga y se sirva cuantos quiera. Primero dijo que su cumpleaños no lo pasaba gorda, ya hace casi dos meses que pasó... pero insiste, este año (como todos los años) lo terminará flaca! ¿resolución de mitad de año? eso es diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En lo que va de día lleva 4 vasos de agua, un paquete de chicle sin azúcar, y las uñas de la mano derecha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con cuanta determinación empezó esta vez, y aunque suene cliché lo hace para ser saludable, este es el “nuevo estilo de vida”, vida saludable, ejercicios, no cigarros, menos cantidad de bebidas alcohólicas (porque le gusta su traguito social), muchos vegetales, agua, medicina natural....Ja! quiere verse(me) bien y sentirse(me) bien con ella misma...si esa, la del cuerpazo....esa misma, wao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealista, difícil, posible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-112351253475618348?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/112351253475618348/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=112351253475618348' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112351253475618348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112351253475618348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/08/esta-vez-sera.html' title='Esta vez sera'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-112326982186473596</id><published>2005-08-05T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:51:23.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>roommate replacement candidates</title><content type='html'>1. A blind transvestite with a pet (I suspect he'd bought an hybrid between a chicken and a rubber tire).&lt;br /&gt;2. Siamese male twins.&lt;br /&gt;3. A very handsome gentleman called Jason. It was all going very well until he described his hobbies as "going to the gym, football, fishing and prostitutes and my 'affiction' for chainsaws". Nice.&lt;br /&gt;4. An old lady whose husband had passed away and was looking for a substitute family (I felt so sad it made me want to cry).&lt;br /&gt;5. A beautiful girl named marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which one is a better candidate to choose for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearly i went for the lovely marie. After showing her around we agreed to head for a drink and assess our compatibility. No worries there. houses on fire, shopping, arts, the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm thinking great, this girl is perfect and I promptly offered the room and joyously she accepted. Hooray. Except then I thought I would show my happiness of finding such a great roomate ...&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so relieved" I said, "the others were so odd and you are so wonderful there's no danger to sleep with you in the same room, you next to me".... Apparently that's not amusing. I guess i better find a litter match for this damned room then ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-112326982186473596?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/112326982186473596/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=112326982186473596' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112326982186473596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112326982186473596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/08/roommate-replacement-candidates.html' title='roommate replacement candidates'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-112319630812497329</id><published>2005-08-04T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:58:28.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>smelly cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/86853769@N00/31295784/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/31295784_8c1e2ede8d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/86853769@N00/31295784/"&gt;smellycat&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/86853769@N00/"&gt;_kala&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in honor to the adorable smelly cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you?&lt;br /&gt;smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they won't take you to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;You're obviously not their favorite pet.&lt;br /&gt;you may not be a bed of roses,&lt;br /&gt;and you're no friend to those with noses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly cat, smelly cat what are they feeding you?&lt;br /&gt;smelly cat, smelly cat it's not your fault!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-112319630812497329?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/112319630812497329/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=112319630812497329' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112319630812497329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112319630812497329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/08/smelly-cat_04.html' title='smelly cat'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11075020.post-112171286517462105</id><published>2005-07-18T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:54:25.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Testing....one two...ouch ! a little feedback, give me time to call the sound guy to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11075020-112171286517462105?l=lles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/feeds/112171286517462105/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11075020&amp;postID=112171286517462105' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112171286517462105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11075020/posts/default/112171286517462105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lles.blogspot.com/2005/07/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>kala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03017267814047723014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hHNAVTF1eac/TET9OfxKVNI/AAAAAAAAACE/zLmA9duY4eg/S220/Photo+68.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
