<?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-5224831428798581575</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:43:07.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cosas por contar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-4685073300201557030</id><published>2008-08-16T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:15:00.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ante mis ojos</title><content type='html'>La vida pasa desapercibida ante mis ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Cada mañana, sentado en el metro, me pongo los cascos y mientras suenan viejas canciones contemplo absorto todo tipo de gente que sube y baja sin cesar.&lt;br /&gt;Habeces me entra la tristeza y los ojos me empiezan a lagrimear y sueño con enfermedades mortales que podrian enviarme bajo tierra sin mas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tengo ganas de llorar, de dejar todo a tras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente necesito desconectar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-4685073300201557030?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/4685073300201557030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=4685073300201557030' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/4685073300201557030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/4685073300201557030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/08/ante-mis-ojos.html' title='Ante mis ojos'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-8332326378868193685</id><published>2008-08-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:07:00.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moscas, todas ellas asquerosas</title><content type='html'>Ya no se que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Llevo dias moviendome entre la espada y la pared y cuando creia disipar un rayo de luz, volvi a encontrarme con la pared.&lt;br /&gt;Habeces seria bueno no tener sentimientos, hacer las cosas sin mas, dejarnos llevar sin importarnos nada y ser animales libres.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tenerte..&lt;br /&gt;Pero no se puede enjaular a un sapo que no para de saltar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-8332326378868193685?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/8332326378868193685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=8332326378868193685' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/8332326378868193685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/8332326378868193685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/08/moscas-todas-ellas-asquerosas.html' title='Moscas, todas ellas asquerosas'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-3529118016985535943</id><published>2008-07-30T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:18:43.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotas de agua</title><content type='html'>Hoy a sido un dia de esos en que las gotas de agua acumuladas tras varios dias, han sucumbido y han explotado segundos antes de tocar las rachuelas del suelo, entre calor y gotas sudorosas de mi frente que esquibaban alimentos precocinados del menu diario compuesto por 4 primeros y 3 segundos y charcos de agua que ivan creciendo a medida que la zona de trabajo se iva inundando por culpa de algun que otro aparato electronico de segunda mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, a sido un dia de mucho calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero como dicta la ley... el calor no es para siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-3529118016985535943?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/3529118016985535943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=3529118016985535943' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/3529118016985535943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/3529118016985535943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/07/gotas-de-agua.html' title='Gotas de agua'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-2054331966580999023</id><published>2008-07-29T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:46:52.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juegos raros</title><content type='html'>Hay una pequeña parte de mi que desde hace varios dias se siente insegura y abandonada porque cree que estan jugando con ella.&lt;br /&gt;Un dia toca el si, y puede pasarlo genial y reirse de ello al dia siguiente, con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja, pero cuando toca el no, se puede pasar horas y horas pensando negativamente y hundiendose poco a poco en un sombrio rincon.&lt;br /&gt;Esa parte de mi, ya no sabe que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;A llegado un punto en el que lo unico que desea es olvidarse de todo, de su rostro y su imagen y seguir hacia delante, pero cuanto mas lo desea, resurge del rincon un ilo de esperanza que la va contradiciendo cautelosamente, diciendole cosas como: sigue asi, no tires la toalla, tu sigue, disfruta el momento y si a de pasar algo ya pasara...&lt;br /&gt;Asi, que mi parte esta en conflicto, un dia mataria por ello, y al dia siguiente se mataria a ella misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consejos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que no podemos pedir consejos para todo, y este, es uno de ellos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-2054331966580999023?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/2054331966580999023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=2054331966580999023' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/2054331966580999023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/2054331966580999023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/07/juegos-raros.html' title='Juegos raros'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-5209948193644238091</id><published>2008-07-17T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:47:01.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas del alma</title><content type='html'>Desde hace un par de dias que siento una presion incierta dentro de mi, creo que tiene que ver con mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Es como la presion que ejercen dos imanes cuando se repelen entre si, algo intenso que no cesa en ningun momento y que ansía por salir, empujando mis costillas hacia fuera.&lt;br /&gt;Juraria que puedo asegurar del cierto de donde procede ese dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo hay que mirar al pasado.&lt;br /&gt;Pero una vez decidi dejar el pasado atras, y ahora me da miedo girarme por lo que pueda haber dejado en aquel cajon.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo que explote ante mis ojos, que me vuelva a corromper o a encarcelar...&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo de muchas cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y el pobre niño se quedo mirando con mirada absorta, mientras se oian los gritos y llantos que sonaban como el final de una triste canción de orquestra."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-5209948193644238091?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/5209948193644238091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=5209948193644238091' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/5209948193644238091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/5209948193644238091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/07/cosas-del-alma.html' title='Cosas del alma'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-8170976531996013192</id><published>2008-05-14T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:57:43.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/SCtAd81zr-I/AAAAAAAAABU/H92oXFGRgko/s1600-h/Cviki4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200321078021566434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/SCtAd81zr-I/AAAAAAAAABU/H92oXFGRgko/s320/Cviki4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Las cosas siempre deberian ser asi!&lt;br /&gt;cumple vicki! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-8170976531996013192?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/8170976531996013192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=8170976531996013192' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/8170976531996013192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/8170976531996013192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/05/felicidad.html' title='felicidad'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/SCtAd81zr-I/AAAAAAAAABU/H92oXFGRgko/s72-c/Cviki4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-2472522965990795519</id><published>2008-04-05T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:57:44.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ataudes</title><content type='html'>Te e robado la foto, si.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R_fQAKfur_I/AAAAAAAAABM/YuY2y0bE550/s1600-h/DSCF4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185842197176430578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="253" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R_fQAKfur_I/AAAAAAAAABM/YuY2y0bE550/s320/DSCF4752.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te la e robado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero esta vez tengo un buen motivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te acuerdas cuando dije...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Me construiras uno a medida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues bien, a llegado el momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se que hace poco tiempo que hiciste el primero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero ya estoy listo para irme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hazmelo te supiclo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hazmelo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5224831428798581575-2472522965990795519?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/2472522965990795519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=2472522965990795519' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/2472522965990795519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/2472522965990795519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/04/ataudes.html' title='Ataudes'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R_fQAKfur_I/AAAAAAAAABM/YuY2y0bE550/s72-c/DSCF4752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-4909683439982815380</id><published>2008-03-21T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:57:45.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lavabos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R-QmaKfur-I/AAAAAAAAABE/_gHh9e-Dp2A/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180307702318804962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R-QmaKfur-I/AAAAAAAAABE/_gHh9e-Dp2A/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;En el desosiego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;de las manos llenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;no está la tranquilidad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;de las manos vacias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bello es el silencio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;de las ruinas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-4909683439982815380?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/4909683439982815380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=4909683439982815380' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/4909683439982815380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/4909683439982815380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/03/en-el-desosiego-de-las-manos-llenas-no.html' title='lavabos'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R-QmaKfur-I/AAAAAAAAABE/_gHh9e-Dp2A/s72-c/DSC00318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-8056187204291373328</id><published>2008-03-19T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:24:26.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>momento</title><content type='html'>Soy feliz..&lt;br /&gt;SI! soy feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Ahora puedo gritar a lo alto! puedo sentirme libre, puedo decir que tengo todo lo que una vez desee.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una nueva vida, tengo una nueva oportunidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-8056187204291373328?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/8056187204291373328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-1976481126821656524</id><published>2008-03-18T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:22:34.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kagadas!!!</title><content type='html'>lo mejor de hoy..&lt;br /&gt;las cagadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ole! ole! y ole!&lt;br /&gt;cena el domingo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuey!!! andale!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-1976481126821656524?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/1976481126821656524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-7331652487973199680</id><published>2008-03-12T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:57:45.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habitaciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R9hBNR7RLNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xxdYuF-RAUQ/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176959468068482258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R9hBNR7RLNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xxdYuF-RAUQ/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5224831428798581575-7331652487973199680?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R9hBNR7RLNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xxdYuF-RAUQ/s72-c/DSC00042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-7047916812710891448</id><published>2008-03-11T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:57:45.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R9bEUR7RLLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YO2aiXb1qdk/s1600-h/yo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176540674397383858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R9bEUR7RLLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YO2aiXb1qdk/s320/yo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noche loka kon los de cocina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada jueves mas y mas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lo mejor..         los tekilas!!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrancame el corazón o amame con pasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5224831428798581575-7047916812710891448?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/7047916812710891448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=7047916812710891448' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/7047916812710891448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/7047916812710891448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/03/noche-loka-kon-los-de-cocina-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R9bEUR7RLLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YO2aiXb1qdk/s72-c/yo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-1861402421709624267</id><published>2008-02-27T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:13:22.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy...</title><content type='html'>Hoy e decidido dejar todo atras... dejar todo pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me dado cuenta de que no vale la pena esperar lo imposible, lo improbable, lo inalcanzable.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de que sea mañana, tengo ganas de saber que es lo que me deparará.&lt;br /&gt;Contento de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-1861402421709624267?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/1861402421709624267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=1861402421709624267' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/1861402421709624267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/1861402421709624267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoy.html' title='Hoy...'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-1355758609894968551</id><published>2008-02-25T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:06:57.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfermedad</title><content type='html'>Pos si...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me despertado a eso de las 8'30 con un dolor de estomago insoportable y unas nauseas enormes! yo pensaba que seria cosa de un momentin, pero el momentin se a convertido en todo el dia, y segun el medico, durara entre 3 y 4 dias...&lt;br /&gt;Almenos no ma tocado en plena semana de examenes...&lt;br /&gt;Y na, esu, que el nene chiquito (si yo) xD esta enfermo, y con esta, ya es la segunda enfermedad prolongada que sufrire, aunque por suerte en na desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;La otra.. el tiempo dira jeje&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-1355758609894968551?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/1355758609894968551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=1355758609894968551' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/1355758609894968551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/1355758609894968551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/02/enfermedad.html' title='Enfermedad'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-1180065804722438519</id><published>2008-02-24T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:57:45.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy no va...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R8GnxyhljeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sCW72WnFnSs/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170598321016114658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R8GnxyhljeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sCW72WnFnSs/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy no va de textos emotivos, ni de historias fantasticas, ni tampoco de romanticas poesias.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy va de la vida, de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Pues bien, el viernes tube "la prueba", tal como suena, asi de simple.&lt;br /&gt;Pense que se trataria de algo puntual, miran que tal lo haces y te dan el visto bueno. El caso, es que hoy a sido mi tercer dia.&lt;br /&gt;Se podria decir que ya tengo trabajo, no es todo lo que uno podria desear, pero el horario es bueno y el sueldo... bueno.. es algo que aun tengo que preguntar.&lt;br /&gt;Si lo comparo con el antiguo puesto, prefiero este, pero si me fijo en la compañia, hecho de menos el otro.&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que es acostumbrarse, los primeros dias siempre suelen ser complicados, pero eh! parece mas guay, y el trato del jefe hacia mi persona, es totalmente distinto a mi antiguo jefe.&lt;br /&gt;Lo bueno? el tipico chiste de machitos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! no te acerques! que son tos unos maricones, y yo..&lt;br /&gt;si chico si.. tos toitos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno.. que li farem! (que le haremos! xD).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-1180065804722438519?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/1180065804722438519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=1180065804722438519' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/1180065804722438519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/1180065804722438519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoy-no-va.html' title='Hoy no va...'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R8GnxyhljeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sCW72WnFnSs/s72-c/IMG_1581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-8657918585827931626</id><published>2008-02-20T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:36:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas de la luna</title><content type='html'>Hoy la luna me preguntaba sobre la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;con rostro palido y hermoso,&lt;br /&gt;y yo me la miraba apagado,&lt;br /&gt;con ojos tiernos y medio llorosos,&lt;br /&gt;mientras una suave y calida brisa me sursurraba&lt;br /&gt;canta canta, porque la vida se acaba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-8657918585827931626?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/8657918585827931626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=8657918585827931626' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/8657918585827931626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224831428798581575/posts/default/8657918585827931626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/2008/02/cosas-de-la-luna.html' title='Cosas de la luna'/><author><name>German</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000458260050177177</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224831428798581575.post-7782244953922640812</id><published>2008-02-20T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:29:15.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños</title><content type='html'>Hace tiempo que no sueño, sera por la maldad de las artes oscuras que una vez me practicaron.&lt;br /&gt;Los últimos sueños se remontan meses a tras, cuando mi vida estaba llena de preocupaciones.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, esta misma, pasa indiferente ante mis ojos.&lt;br /&gt;E desarrollado una teoria, soñamos cuando estamos preocupados, cuando nos falta aquello que no tenemos.&lt;br /&gt;E aprendido, que no hay que soñar para obtener aquello con lo que soñamos, como tampoco hay que soñar con lo que nos preocupe o amargue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los sueños, se convierten en un único espacio para desconectar el enchufe a lo típico o cotidiano de nuestras vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi pues, yo no sueño, y supongo que eso debe ser lo correcto, pero aun así, no estoy de acuerdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-7782244953922640812?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/7782244953922640812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=7782244953922640812' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R7r_aChljdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Kzhn6u-hwx8/s1600-h/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168724345180491218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="136" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pSehqmwQ_IA/R7r_aChljdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Kzhn6u-hwx8/s320/IMG_1875.JPG" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hace mas de dos dias que e vuelto,&lt;br /&gt;y ya presiento que algo me falta.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy llacia tumbado sobre la cama,&lt;br /&gt;mirando las estrellas con nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y por mas que busque,&lt;br /&gt;no encuentro el camino,&lt;br /&gt;para volver donde estaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-2350314058891328653?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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mucho decir y que tal vez diga algun dia y de alguna forma, esta se convierte en la escusa perfecta, pero creo que aun no estoy preparado para decirlas.&lt;br /&gt;Al fin y al cabo, el tiempo dira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta entonces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguire contando otras muchas cosas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224831428798581575-8771148867677777584?l=cosasporcontar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasporcontar.blogspot.com/feeds/8771148867677777584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224831428798581575&amp;postID=8771148867677777584' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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