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term="Camino" /><category term="conexión tequila" /><category term="recién graduada" /><category term="moulin rouge" /><category term="Las horas" /><category term="Rob roy" /><category term="Laura" /><category term="dune" /><category term="como conoci a vuestra madre" /><category term="planes de boda" /><category term="el pacto de los lobos" /><category term="Revolutionary road" /><title>Mis frases para el recuerdo</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;b&gt;Cada vez que veo una película, una serie de tv, escucho una canción o leo un libro, no puedo evitar quedarme con alguna frase, monólogo o diálogo que me transmita algo, que me haga pensar o incluso me identifique con él. Por ello he decidido recopilar todas las frases que ya tengo guardadas y las que vaya encontrando a lo largo del camino, y compartirlas con todo aquel que tenga el gusto, al igual que yo, de disfrutarlas. Gracias por vuestra visita.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://misfrasesparaelrecuerdo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://misfrasesparaelrecuerdo.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4016692390847192860/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09058162630896733231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBH4U_W2ypk/TheBipmIkTI/AAAAAAAAA5M/TEl-76q_jAE/s220/61705_434709032174_91971497174_5653214_2705705_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MisFrasesParaElRecuerdo" /><feedburner:info uri="misfrasesparaelrecuerdo" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>MisFrasesParaElRecuerdo</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDSXc4fSp7ImA9WhRaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4016692390847192860.post-1077792864732533624</id><published>2012-02-12T19:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T19:46:18.935+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T19:46:18.935+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="* Frases varias *" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZNWbU_3_mI/TzgI7bHqfiI/AAAAAAAABjo/kstPhvcB3VI/s1600/Favim.com-5999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZNWbU_3_mI/TzgI7bHqfiI/AAAAAAAABjo/kstPhvcB3VI/s320/Favim.com-5999.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708322344677309986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La ilusión es el primer paso hacia la felicidad, la decepción el último hacia el olvido.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4016692390847192860-1077792864732533624?l=misfrasesparaelrecuerdo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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