<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUBSH89eCp7ImA9WhZaFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865</id><updated>2011-07-01T01:00:59.160-07:00</updated><title>Dead feelings.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUFQXk9cSp7ImA9WhZaEEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-2207300244438970663</id><published>2011-06-25T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:23:30.769-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-25T16:23:30.769-07:00</app:edited><title>Éramos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Éramos jóvenes, éramos arrogantes, éramos ridículos, éramos excesivos, éramos imprudentes, pero teníamos razón.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Abbie Hoffman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KO97Q5wMEAs/TgZqUsXgsfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rbt5I794_XU/s1600/694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KO97Q5wMEAs/TgZqUsXgsfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rbt5I794_XU/s640/694.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwwy6dlCLiM/TgZqehrX-XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/d7hLMQP4wZI/s1600/31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwwy6dlCLiM/TgZqehrX-XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/d7hLMQP4wZI/s400/31.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;#SHUTUPBOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584265150464168865-2207300244438970663?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2207300244438970663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/eramos-jovenes-eramos-arrogantes-eramos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/2207300244438970663?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/2207300244438970663?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/eramos-jovenes-eramos-arrogantes-eramos.html' title='Éramos.'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KO97Q5wMEAs/TgZqUsXgsfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rbt5I794_XU/s72-c/694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMBQX0-eyp7ImA9WhZbGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-4121689559778874300</id><published>2011-06-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:20:50.353-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-23T18:20:50.353-07:00</app:edited><title>Preguntas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8GC5zdiQzs/TgPl60KFJmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xKlK0j9E__0/s1600/760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8GC5zdiQzs/TgPl60KFJmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xKlK0j9E__0/s640/760.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Y en un instante revive todos esos momentos como en una película. Con su banda sonora. Con su sonrisa. Sus salidas, sus vacaciones,el regreso en coche cada noche, cuando ella se quedaba dormida y él la amaba. Sonríe de nuevo. Ella le abraza más fuerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; ¿Porqué te fuiste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;A veces me lo sigo preguntando.&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/3584265150464168865-4121689559778874300?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4121689559778874300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/y-en-un-instante-revive-todos-esos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/4121689559778874300?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/4121689559778874300?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/y-en-un-instante-revive-todos-esos.html' title='Preguntas.'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8GC5zdiQzs/TgPl60KFJmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xKlK0j9E__0/s72-c/760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAEQn89eCp7ImA9WhZbF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-7257487986331420325</id><published>2011-06-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:45:03.160-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-22T10:45:03.160-07:00</app:edited><title>Bye Bye Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3o7kQWNlQQ/TgIpoqZyQuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qPnuIq7pZlY/s1600/61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3o7kQWNlQQ/TgIpoqZyQuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qPnuIq7pZlY/s1600/61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Creo que acabo de crecer en ese aspecto,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;FUCK BOY.&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/3584265150464168865-7257487986331420325?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7257487986331420325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/creo-que-acabo-de-crecer-en-ese-aspecto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/7257487986331420325?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/7257487986331420325?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/creo-que-acabo-de-crecer-en-ese-aspecto.html' title='Bye Bye Stupid'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3o7kQWNlQQ/TgIpoqZyQuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qPnuIq7pZlY/s72-c/61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUAQHo9fyp7ImA9WhZbFEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-7976780851494626690</id><published>2011-06-19T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T04:34:01.467-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-19T04:34:01.467-07:00</app:edited><title>Querida alma gemela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypu8FQxnK0Y/Tf3a6K0k-UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/391CWr6mWKE/s1600/546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypu8FQxnK0Y/Tf3a6K0k-UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/391CWr6mWKE/s640/546.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Solo puedo dar gracias a tu existencia, mi otra mitad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;mi alma gemela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;, totalmente diferente a mi, totalmente igual. Son ya 6 años a tu lado, pero como si fueran 3, yo no los cuento, sé que pasaré el resto de mi vida cerca de ti, aunque el espacio nos separe nada más lo hará, nuestros corazones se ataron en forma de nudo sin desenlace, esto es infinito. Te quiero hermana, si, hermana.. porque para mi lo eres, una mas de la familia, te permito llamar mamá a mi propia madre&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fuiste, eres y serás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lo mejor que tengo en mi vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lo sabes y se que no hago mas que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;repetírtelo pero es porque no quiero que lo olvides nunca, enserio teeeeeeamo!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Mañana ya haces tus 14 pequeña, te deseo muchos mas y todos a mi lado, simplemente te quiero y felicidades(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584265150464168865-7976780851494626690?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7976780851494626690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/querida-alma-gemela.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/7976780851494626690?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/7976780851494626690?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/querida-alma-gemela.html' title='Querida alma gemela'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypu8FQxnK0Y/Tf3a6K0k-UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/391CWr6mWKE/s72-c/546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAGRHY9fSp7ImA9WhZbE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-5002512485873408236</id><published>2011-06-17T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T17:42:05.865-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-17T17:42:05.865-07:00</app:edited><title>Decepción</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Necesito instalar-le un interruptor a mi corazón. Apretar el &lt;b&gt;off&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;cuando siento dolor&lt;/u&gt;, apretar un &lt;b&gt;reset&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;cuando quiero olvidar&lt;/u&gt;. Lo necesito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;PD: Acordaros de los ANUNCIOS PORFAAAAAAVOR! Prometo quitarlos al conseguir el dinero:)&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/3584265150464168865-5002512485873408236?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5002512485873408236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/decepcion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/5002512485873408236?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/5002512485873408236?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/decepcion.html' title='Decepción'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4pxddCGQG4/Tfvx6naip0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/-QSbCQiprO4/s72-c/photography501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8ASX8_eyp7ImA9WhZbEUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-8804906085041101823</id><published>2011-06-15T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T16:00:48.143-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-15T16:00:48.143-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soñar'/><title>Never stop dreaming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShPdTU-6iRA/Tfk0k_LYE2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/AiUA6AZSTj0/s1600/849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShPdTU-6iRA/Tfk0k_LYE2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/AiUA6AZSTj0/s640/849.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sx7N5_f6ZU/Tfk1tGXv12I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4e4SZFPruy4/s1600/1238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="443" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sx7N5_f6ZU/Tfk1tGXv12I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4e4SZFPruy4/s640/1238.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;A veces es bueno cerrar los ojos y &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, soñar, soñar que eres quien no eres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;soñar que estas con quien no estas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;-SHUTUPBOY.&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/3584265150464168865-8804906085041101823?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8804906085041101823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/veces-es-bueno-cerrar-los-ojos-y-sonar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/8804906085041101823?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/8804906085041101823?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/veces-es-bueno-cerrar-los-ojos-y-sonar.html' title='Never stop dreaming.'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShPdTU-6iRA/Tfk0k_LYE2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/AiUA6AZSTj0/s72-c/849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkANQHoyeCp7ImA9WhZbEUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-6049337099980842578</id><published>2011-06-14T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:59:51.490-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-15T15:59:51.490-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonríe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonrisas'/><title>Once a day, SMILE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMDgwNjMzMDM*NjMmcHQ9MTMwODA2MzM*OTEwOSZwPTEzNzYxNDAxJmQ9Y2hlcnJ5YmFtLmNvbSZnPTEmbz*4YjQ*/ZTE5MThjOWI*MmI3YTFhMTgyNGNkYTdhNmJmYg==.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;The greatest pleasure of life is doing what people say you cannot do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Dime que te olvide, te recordaré. Dime que no te quiera, te amaré. Dime que me aparte de ti y te seguiré hasta el fin del mundo. Simplemente dime lo que quieres que haga y yo aré lo contrario. Las cosas imposibles atraen, básicamente porque no existen imposibles, los crea uno mismo, son simples metas a alcanzar a las cuales decides o no llegar. Siempre tienes 2 opciones, seguir o rendirte, pero siempre están. Camina por un camino que te lleve a tierra, elige el correcto o al menos inténtalo y nunca olvides una cosa, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sonríe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aunque solo sea el hecho pero hazlo y todo irá mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-SHUTUPBOY.&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/3584265150464168865-6049337099980842578?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6049337099980842578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/greatest-pleasure-of-life-is-doing-what.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/6049337099980842578?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/6049337099980842578?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/greatest-pleasure-of-life-is-doing-what.html' title='Once a day, SMILE.'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azurAQvcZ84/Tfedh_5TT2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/fTylEc2fTE0/s72-c/photography420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkEMR3c_fCp7ImA9WhZbEUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-4617577088051616707</id><published>2011-06-13T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:58:06.944-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-15T15:58:06.944-07:00</app:edited><title>You are the reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 1em;"="" 1em;="" href="http://www.blogger.com/style=" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" target="_blank" title="Black and White Graphics"&gt;&lt;img alt="Black and White Graphics" border="0" height="377" src="http://www.dolliehost.com/dolliecrave/graphics/black-and-white-graphics/694.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMDc5ODAxMjc3MjgmcHQ9MTMwNzk4MDE4NTcyOSZwPTUzMjUxJmQ9ZG9sbGllY3JhdmUuY29tJmc9MSZvPThiNDRl/MTkxOGM5YjQyYjdhMWExODI*Y2RhN2E2YmZi.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Odio que a veces mi vida se&amp;nbsp;reduzca&amp;nbsp;a eso, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;-SHUTUPBOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584265150464168865-4617577088051616707?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4617577088051616707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/4617577088051616707?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/4617577088051616707?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/tu.html' title='You are the reason.'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkAFSX49fSp7ImA9WhZbEUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-1161658704625441185</id><published>2011-06-12T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:58:38.065-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-15T15:58:38.065-07:00</app:edited><title>No busques lo que no existe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://www.sadmuffin.net/cherrybam/graphics/photography/photography324.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya no busco príncipe, ya no quiero ser ninguna princesa irreal.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Y ya no voy en busca de ese príncipe perfecto, que me cuide, que me arrope en esas noches tan frías.&amp;nbsp;Y ya no voy en busca de ese príncipe perfecto simplemente porque me cansé de que buscar y me di cuenta de que no existe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;But don't worry, &lt;b&gt;I'm happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-SHUTUPBOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584265150464168865-1161658704625441185?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1161658704625441185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-busques-lo-que-no-existe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/1161658704625441185?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/1161658704625441185?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-busques-lo-que-no-existe.html' title='No busques lo que no existe.'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMHQng_cCp7ImA9WhZUGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-1203805784809338433</id><published>2011-06-07T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:27:13.648-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-13T09:27:13.648-07:00</app:edited><title>Y funcionó.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGKbcVzqQ84/Te58UtyTHmI/AAAAAAAAADo/DqOHflGxIyI/s1600/LOVE__by_xTwistofFatex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGKbcVzqQ84/Te58UtyTHmI/AAAAAAAAADo/DqOHflGxIyI/s400/LOVE__by_xTwistofFatex.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah, amor no, un capricho más.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Todos me decían que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;no me convenías&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;que te olvidará&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;, que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt; valias la pena. Pero tambien todos sabemos que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt; lo inalcanzable es lo mas deseado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;, nos gusta el dolor, nos gusta sufrir, nos gusta lo difícil. Yo te necesitaba o eso creía hasta que me di cuenta que solo fuistes un capricho, como cuando un niño pequeño quiere el juguete que le acaban de quitar. Lo único que me duele es saber que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt; te lo quise dar todo sin pedir a cambio nada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;, eso tu lo aprovechaste, me utilizaste hasta el punto de que cuando te quedaste sin nadie a quien recurrir volviste a mi, otra vez con tus buenas maneras, otra vez con tus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;dulces sonrisas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;pero todo no es tan bonito como te lo pintan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;. No me costo demasiado darme cuenta, así que la última vez que te vi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;decidí&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt; una cosa, tal vez no sería la última vez que nos veríamos ni que coincidiriamos pero si sería la ultima vez que te miraría con aquellos ojos, aquellos ojos de tonta enamorada que alguna vez tuviste tan cerca como para envolverte en su mirada, como la última vez que nos besamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;la última vez que te miré a la cara y te dije adiós en el silencio de mi alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Te quise creeme, pero ya te doy por olvidado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: italic; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Jugastes tanto conmigo y llege a quererte tanto, que me cuesta creer que todo esto sea verdad, solo me utilizastes para no estar solo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;




&lt;pre style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yo estuve siempre junto ati como una tonta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;pre style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Te di tantas cosas y me quede sin nada, al final resulto verdad todo lo que un dia le tube miedo, tenia miedo de perderte, de que te alejaras de mi, decias que no pero cambiaron tanto las cosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Me siento como una estupida desde aquel dia, te lo di todo y me quede sola y con la mano vacia, dime que perdias junto ami, porque te fuistes de mi lado si junto ami, tu volvistes a sonreir que no podias vivir sin mi? Eso quedo en el aire, pasaste de ser todo en mi vida a no ser nadie, ya no me importa lo que digas, me jurastes tantas cosas que resultaron mentiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Me utilizastes, te equivocastes tanto conmigo, todavia nose porque contigo me porte bien, dijistes que era para siempre pero ya no estas hoy y pensar que yo por ti me converti en quien soy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Encontrare a alguien que si me sepa valorar, no se si lo que siento es falso porque me enseñastes amar, me jurastes tantas verdades y yo creyendote, si algun dia quieres volver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;ya no estare esperandote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-SHUTUPBOY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584265150464168865-1203805784809338433?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1203805784809338433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/y-funciono.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/1203805784809338433?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/1203805784809338433?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/y-funciono.html' title='Y funcionó.'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGKbcVzqQ84/Te58UtyTHmI/AAAAAAAAADo/DqOHflGxIyI/s72-c/LOVE__by_xTwistofFatex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUEGRXg6fCp7ImA9WhZUGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-8279391940689305443</id><published>2011-05-30T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:53:44.614-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-13T10:53:44.614-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kHZk4jXN5Q/TeN_JjTrrRI/AAAAAAAAADA/aKGgYDcl258/s1600/love_by_nyinaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kHZk4jXN5Q/TeN_JjTrrRI/AAAAAAAAADA/aKGgYDcl258/s320/love_by_nyinaa.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El deseo me puede&lt;/b&gt;. Solo la idea de repetir, de volver a estar contigo no me deja vivir, ¿sabes que? &lt;b&gt;me da igual sufrir&lt;/b&gt;, no me importa pasar unos malos dias, se que habrá valido la pena. Esperaré lo que haga falta y &amp;nbsp;cuando consiga lo que quiero &lt;b&gt;me haré la idea de que esa vez será la última&lt;/b&gt;, la última vez que roze tus labios, que me beses como nunca nadie lo había hecho,&amp;nbsp;que me cojas de la mano, que me abrazes solo como tu sabes. &lt;b&gt;Tal vez así lograré olvidarte, pero esta vez para siempre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Caeran 100 lágrimas, pero habrán 101 momentos bonitos a tu lado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-SHUTUPBOY.&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/3584265150464168865-8279391940689305443?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8279391940689305443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-deseo-me-puede.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/8279391940689305443?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/8279391940689305443?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-deseo-me-puede.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kHZk4jXN5Q/TeN_JjTrrRI/AAAAAAAAADA/aKGgYDcl258/s72-c/love_by_nyinaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MBSHk8fCp7ImA9WhZUGEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-8400459541219333021</id><published>2011-05-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:17:39.774-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-12T09:17:39.774-07:00</app:edited><title>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcIPv_b-_HM/TdwWlICIlmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OPtgTleEr64/s1600/Love_by_yavorancho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcIPv_b-_HM/TdwWlICIlmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OPtgTleEr64/s320/Love_by_yavorancho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Me acerqué a ti lentamente, mientras envolvía tu cuello con mis brazos y tu mi cintura con tus manos. Solos, los dos solos en una tarde de verano, en esa esquina, en ese portal, tu susurrando que me acercará y yo extasiada en busca de tus labios. Cuando los roze, &lt;b&gt;saboree&lt;/b&gt; su gusto, &lt;b&gt;tu gusto&lt;/b&gt;, no recuerdo alguno igual, &lt;i&gt;quería mas&lt;/i&gt;, más besos, mas momentos, más de ti. Pero nada es infinito, mas tarde lo comprendí, &lt;b&gt;no existen principes&lt;/b&gt; que te hagan feliz ni sapos que se le parezcan, &lt;b&gt;no existe nada parecido a lo perfecto&lt;/b&gt;, nada. Aun así siendo imperfecto, te extraño, extraño tu presencia, tu olor, y la manera de la qual me sentía cuando creía que te tenía y que no te iba a perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; "Ahora ya se como va esto, el amor es un juego de azar y a mi me toco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;perder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3584265150464168865-8400459541219333021?l=comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8400459541219333021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/8400459541219333021?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3584265150464168865/posts/default/8400459541219333021?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comeintomydeadfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Alejandra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02380104916505484387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18154782494116918713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CcIPv_b-_HM/TdwWlICIlmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OPtgTleEr64/s72-c/Love_by_yavorancho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU8GQHg8eyp7ImA9WhZUGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584265150464168865.post-1138405578425739186</id><published>2011-05-19T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:57:01.673-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-13T10:57:01.673-07:00</app:edited><title>Pequeña introducción de algo llamado amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dead feelings&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;sentimientos muertos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;. Asi se titula, asi es. &amp;nbsp;Hay días en los que desearías no sentir nada, ser immune al dolor, al sufrimiento por alguien o algo. Pero no es tan simple, todos sabemos que la vida es dura, si, que después de una subida nos espera la caída, que siempre hay una segunda parte que todo tiene su fin. Todos sabemos que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt; la vida es una montaña rusa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STLdnxLojvM/TdVzWyqOcbI/AAAAAAAAABI/WEIkTQMjpZ4/s1600/2873469198_d985b5a0d8_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-STLdnxLojvM/TdVzWyqOcbI/AAAAAAAAABI/WEIkTQMjpZ4/s320/2873469198_d985b5a0d8_b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Ese sentimiento que llamamos&lt;b&gt; amor, &lt;/b&gt;esa asignatura en la que yo aún suspendo, ese parecer en el que &lt;i&gt;soy exageradamente inexperta&lt;/i&gt;, con alguna que otra diminuta experiencia comparada con las que me quedan, ese, ese es el causante de muchos de nuestros &lt;b&gt;problemas&lt;/b&gt; aunque supongo que tambien de muchas de nuestras &lt;b&gt;sonrisas&lt;/b&gt;. Para mi ese sentimiento podría morirse ahora mismo, no me importaría la verdad, pero repito, solo ahora mismo, porque a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;todos necesitamos &amp;nbsp;que alguien nos necesite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Todos necesitamos ser queridos por esas personas que nos envuelven, por esos chicos que rondan por nuestra cabeza. Yo lo necesito a él. Pero aveces pienso que mas que necesitarlo &amp;nbsp;es que me acostumbré demasiado rápido a él, a su preséncia en mi, en mi vida, para decirlo mejor &lt;b&gt;me malacostumbre a sus palabras&lt;/b&gt;, insignificantes para él, significativas para mi. Porque ahora un &lt;i&gt;te quiero&lt;/i&gt; no es lo mismo, lo decimos tan facilmente que a veces&lt;b&gt; no tiene valor&lt;/b&gt;, carece de significado real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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