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You always make me feel crappy
Even when It isnt my job to make you feel safe
I wish I wasn't born faithless
Maybe I learned that from you as well
It's like you want others to be just like you
Not caring about what they really wanna do
Maybe when you're old you've realize what you've done
But now, you still think you're the only one
whos right at all&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/baCmE-AXp20" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/866194476067951327/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=866194476067951327&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/866194476067951327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/866194476067951327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/baCmE-AXp20/happy.html" title="Happy?" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2013/03/happy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQGQns7eyp7ImA9WhBSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-4178058132274806848</id><published>2013-02-22T13:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T13:25:23.503-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-22T13:25:23.503-08:00</app:edited><title>Even If You Don't Stay, I'll be Okay</title><content type="html">If you don't stay, know that I won't look your way
If you decide to leave, even if it tears me apart
I will believe again in someone else
If you let me go, I'll understand but I won't hold on
I'll erase you and replace you
If you think I'll run after you forget it, I wont chase you
If you find someone new, just remember I'll do that too
If later you come knocking at my door, you'll find an empty house and floors
If you come back, please take a few steps back and follow your other track
If you never leave me, We'll always stay together
even after hard weather
Ill always love you, Ill always be true
I'll show you what I can do for you
If you fight for me, I'll fight back for the only one
who showed me how to stick around&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/Om0gdLSLsO4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/4178058132274806848/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=4178058132274806848&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/4178058132274806848?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/4178058132274806848?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/Om0gdLSLsO4/even-if-you-dont-stay-ill-be-okay.html" title="Even If You Don't Stay, I'll be Okay" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2013/02/even-if-you-dont-stay-ill-be-okay.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DQ3c9fSp7ImA9WhNUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-8981809092988879646</id><published>2013-01-05T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-05T09:46:12.965-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-05T09:46:12.965-08:00</app:edited><title>They Probably Think Im Crazy</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Feeling Like an outsider
Lost in my own country
from my own reality
Somewhere in space I wish
they find me here.
and take me where I need to be
Because It isnt here
Is no where around
There's  no place like the home I belong to
Where I won't feel alone
And I have someone to hold on 
Where heartbreakers don't exist
And the waters aren't so deep
I have no fear, I don't shed tears
And you're with me
There's no tomorrow
Just love ,peace ,joy and
Common things I that enjoy
That's where I should be going to


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I wish my heart wasn't crazy
I wish I never have babies
I wish me well but I never have health
I wish I believed in God again
I wish To go where no one could hear the 
sound of my cry
I wish I didn't feel so alone
And sometimes I wish I could die
I wish I could close my heart forever
I wish i couldn't remember you ever
I only can wish for a better tomorrow
In the mindtime, I live with my sorrow&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/3uO0QoAl4Tc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/7829749887670935012/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=7829749887670935012&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/7829749887670935012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/7829749887670935012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/3uO0QoAl4Tc/i-hope-im-not-repeating-myself.html" title="I hope Im Not Repeating Myself" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qyqtDaP4yo/UNdiDcUVC4I/AAAAAAAAAe4/mV4OygtPaTk/s72-c/Broken%252520Website%252520Logo%252520-%252520Large.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/12/i-hope-im-not-repeating-myself.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNR3o-eCp7ImA9WhNWF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-2732964155400129479</id><published>2012-12-17T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-17T17:18:16.450-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-17T17:18:16.450-08:00</app:edited><title>In The Same State Of Mind</title><content type="html">In the Same Horizon
I lie here in the same place
of my childhood of my younger days
I never thought Id stay the same
as always
I thought I would change
To something brighter or whole
That maybe some day I'll meet
with happiness somewhere
I never imagined the state I find myself in
The same darkness, the Same fears
The same shadows of my years
Surpassing my struggles and yet 
facing the same sorrows
Over and Over
Im stuck in a hole
that never changes
since the beginning
to the endings&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/2hGq0lvQoEo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/2732964155400129479/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=2732964155400129479&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/2732964155400129479?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/2732964155400129479?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/2hGq0lvQoEo/in-same-state-of-mind.html" title="In The Same State Of Mind" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/12/in-same-state-of-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFQnY8eip7ImA9WhNXFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-7149285574255439842</id><published>2012-12-03T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-03T19:03:33.872-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-03T19:03:33.872-08:00</app:edited><title>Worlds Apart</title><content type="html">We're Two Worlds the Same
But miles apart
Time was reunited us
and Separated still keeps us
I feel you closer than anyone
and farther away than everyone
No matter what I do, I can't be with you
The space between us is so wide
and it deepens with the sunrise
My heart aims to see you everyday
Yet I don't Know if you feel the same way
Shadows come and Buildings Rise
But I dont see you eye to eye
hopefully someday I get to see your eyes
Or Maybe realize we're worlds apart.


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Even More than you.
What I wanted more, Even if it isn't true
I've forgotten myself and my dreams, since you came into my life
All i wanted was to breathe you in.
But since you're gone i remembered what makes me whole
What i truly live for
Theirs nothing i want more.
I hope you never return
But if you do, ill show you
what i replaced you for
Something as pure as the Sun
This passion running through my veins
I wont hesitate to hide it no more
I need to let go of my fears
or Death will be near.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/Cg673TtZivs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/4888716715005814957/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=4888716715005814957&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/4888716715005814957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/4888716715005814957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/Cg673TtZivs/a-new-love.html" title="A New Love" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-new-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INQ3s6cCp7ImA9WhNbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-5388473952465586539</id><published>2012-07-26T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-01-20T10:13:12.518-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-20T10:13:12.518-08:00</app:edited><title>Hate</title><content type="html">Hate my life
Been stuck for years
In a place I don't belong
Never done anything of worth
To afraid to let go
Helping people
Never got me an award
Hate my job.
Hate myself for not taking a chance
For not leaving this place
For staying close to what 
I hate the most
That made me into something 
I don't even know
Hate the bullshit
Hate this feelings
Hate the lungs that I
breath in
Hate my world
Stuck in the past
Love lost
Where are you God?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/8nOhRhD0hdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/5388473952465586539/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=5388473952465586539&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/5388473952465586539?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/5388473952465586539?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/8nOhRhD0hdA/hate.html" title="Hate" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/07/hate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4EQXg-eyp7ImA9WhNbEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-3748050313863176230</id><published>2012-07-15T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-01-12T16:28:20.653-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-12T16:28:20.653-08:00</app:edited><title>Feeling Lost Without You</title><content type="html">Dreaming about you, even when I don't want to
Feeling like I wanna see you when I don't have to
The thing is I don't want you,
But my heart keeps remembering all this shit about you
All I think about is when will I be free from 
Feeling like this absence has marked me 
I want to remember the bad things,
I want to not feel like I want you back to me
Time passes and nothing changes,
Silently in love and lost without you.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/bXd9gKESulY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/3748050313863176230/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=3748050313863176230&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/3748050313863176230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/3748050313863176230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/bXd9gKESulY/feeling-lost-without-you.html" title="Feeling Lost Without You" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/07/feeling-lost-without-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQEQHY9eSp7ImA9WhJRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-4002524469461755475</id><published>2012-07-14T15:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-14T15:51:41.861-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-14T15:51:41.861-07:00</app:edited><title>I don't get</title><content type="html">We all want..
Someone that wants to spend time with you
To feel like you're someone worthy
IT sucks to have to beg people to love you
To beg for attention, to expose yourself, be open
so that someone might want to take a closer look
into your heart
The worst thing  is when you find that person 
You also have to be careful not to show your
flaws, not to mess up or make them upset
cause they might just pack their bags and leave
at the first sight of thunderstorm
And people always say things like "your time will come"
Who decides when is it a better time?
And why do other people already have their time?
Why is love something to wait for? 
Why can i just go look for it, set it as a goal?
Why do we have to wait until someone want to pursue you?
And find you interesting and deserving?
Why is your happiness in someone else's hand?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/f3dECBsjsxs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/4002524469461755475/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=4002524469461755475&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/4002524469461755475?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/4002524469461755475?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/f3dECBsjsxs/i-dont-get.html" title="I don't get" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/07/i-dont-get.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEADSH44cCp7ImA9WhBSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-1642974282200507580</id><published>2012-06-24T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T14:39:39.038-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-22T14:39:39.038-08:00</app:edited><title>Will It Make Sense?</title><content type="html">Maybe You see life as a test
I see it like a big mess
I remember every word you said
And still I cannot Forget
The way you made me feel
That day when I needed you there
And you ran away
I can't get over it cause I still feel rejected
since that day
I've been trying to make amends,
Trying to find some way to feel Okay
Like I belong somewhere,
Like I'm worthy again..
I don't have hepatitis or aids
but I feel like they
Maybe It's your fault, maybe Its mine
ALL I know is this trace of pain
that you left my way
Hopefully someday I look back and not
feel sad when I think about that day
The day you push me away.. 
I don't know what I did to deserve this misery
I hope that in the end it all makes sense.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/NGjf_DGf9B8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/1642974282200507580/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=1642974282200507580&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/1642974282200507580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/1642974282200507580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/NGjf_DGf9B8/will-it-make-sense.html" title="Will It Make Sense?" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/06/will-it-make-sense.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIBRX44fyp7ImA9WhBSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-1708270010983196499</id><published>2012-05-19T08:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T14:35:54.037-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-22T14:35:54.037-08:00</app:edited><title>Dias Como Tu</title><content type="html">Dias en que no quiero escribir, no quiero pensar, no quiero vivir
Lo dificil es planear tu vida y que eso no llegue a ocurrir
Perder el control de ella
Quiero vivir a mi manera, imagino lo que quiera
Y que ganamos con esto? cumplir lo que queremos?
A veces todo es tan complejo.. Siempre me quejo
Si bailamos , reimos ,y lloramos ? 
Cuando nada te da satisfación, y todo se vuelve monótono
Nacer de nuevo seria la solución?
Gente viene y va, solo quedan los momentos y la edad.
Pienso en el amor y si es una falsedad?
Porque sentirse tan vacio cuando alguno no esta?
Como hacer que te vuelva la bondad? la caridad ? la hermandad?
Si sólo el egoismo reina en nuestra sociedad.
Sonar cliche debe ser un delito, pero está tan arraigado en nosotros
que nos vuelve adictos al sin fin de comunes que vivimos.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/WKSK1jfIui4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/1708270010983196499/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=1708270010983196499&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/1708270010983196499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/1708270010983196499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/WKSK1jfIui4/dias-como-tu.html" title="Dias Como Tu" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/05/dias-como-tu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDSHs9eip7ImA9WhBSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-2480241733868429821</id><published>2012-05-03T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T14:31:19.562-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-22T14:31:19.562-08:00</app:edited><title>Saying Goodbye</title><content type="html">I'm sorry if I was hard on you when I said goodbye
If I hurt you by letting you see I was hurt
I mean no harm or pain
I do wish you the best
Don't believe me when I say.
I don't want to talk to you cause I do
But I can't be your friend maybe never again
I wish I could because I value your friendship so much 
I wish my feelings weren't as strong 
but they are bigger than I had ever known
I wish I could just take them away and we could talk like before
I feel like I lost a true friend
If you ever read this just know 
that you are one of the best people I've ever known
I wish I could of told you this and so many things more 
But It was time for me to let you go
I forgave you and I hope you can grow
Forgive me if I treat you like a stranger
But I have no other choice
I'm not as strong as you thought I was
If you ever read this just know
I wish you happiness and joy.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/SuJ57XFUHGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/2480241733868429821/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=2480241733868429821&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/2480241733868429821?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/2480241733868429821?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/SuJ57XFUHGc/saying-goodbye.html" title="Saying Goodbye" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/05/saying-goodbye.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEGRn8yeyp7ImA9WhBSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-3205785927653396383</id><published>2012-04-30T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T14:37:07.193-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-22T14:37:07.193-08:00</app:edited><title>Lo Que Entiendo Hasta Ahora</title><content type="html">A veces las cosas no salen como queremos, 
los tropiezos se hacen rutina
Las lagrimas se convierten en rios,
y los oceanos de alegria se secan.
Con el tiempo nos damos cuenta de que No siempre hay un final feliz como 
en las peliculas, no todos tenemos la vida resuelta,
Personas que estaban , ya no estan
Lugares que conociamos parecen desconocidos, 
pero la vida sigue hacia donde?
Nadie sabe.. Lo que si se es que aprendemos, a ser mas fuertes,
a luchar Contra lo que sea, a pelear como un samurai 
a mirar hacia delante y aunque aveces miremos hacia 
tras, a voltear la mirada.
A buscar libertad aunque sea prohibida y la paz aunque sea escasa.
A perdonar a quien no merece y a ver lo bueno en las personas 
que de verdad se preocupan por ti.
A no ser exigente y aceptar el momento y ser feliz con el pedazo de pan diario.
A buscar conocimiento en un lugar vacio,a hacer preguntas ,
a no oscultar las dudas, A questionar nuestro alrededor, 
a estar firmes en lo queremos y a no saciarnos con la mediocridad.
Y lo mas importante a ser quien eres.. 
Arriesgarte y pararte al frente de tus miedos, sacarle la lengua
y seguir caminando.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/gzwtN8cIx4A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/3205785927653396383/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=3205785927653396383&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/3205785927653396383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/3205785927653396383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/gzwtN8cIx4A/veces-las-cosas-no-salen-como-queremos.html" title="Lo Que Entiendo Hasta Ahora" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/04/veces-las-cosas-no-salen-como-queremos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NRnk9eip7ImA9WhBSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-9101611994271963848</id><published>2012-01-12T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T14:08:17.762-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-22T14:08:17.762-08:00</app:edited><title>Solo Existe</title><content type="html">Cada dia mas, me siento mas lejos de mi misma
Ya no hay pasos adelante , sino pasos hacia tras
Solo hay piedras en mi camino, no hay espacios para caminar sin tropezar
Y dicen que lo que no te mata te hace mas fuerte, pues a mi me ha vuelto
mas debil, sintiendo como mi vida se me escapa de mis manos
ya no se que hacer para cambiar mi destino
Solo existen pocos momentos de alegria y paz
Solo existe soledad ,Solo existen pensamientos atormentadores
y mis replicas de angustia
Solo existen ellos, y yo dejo de existir cuando se apoderan de mi
y mi yo, se vuelve inexistente.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/O4pPyEHS3cE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/9101611994271963848/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=9101611994271963848&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/9101611994271963848?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/9101611994271963848?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/O4pPyEHS3cE/solo-existe.html" title="Solo Existe" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/01/solo-existe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQASHozeyp7ImA9WhBSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-7090525142378949825</id><published>2012-01-04T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T13:59:09.483-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-22T13:59:09.483-08:00</app:edited><title>And Here Once More</title><content type="html">And here once more ,I find myself writing all this words
Complaining all my sorrows
They never leave me ,they never borrow
Someone else's time instead of mine
People wish me luck, that I've never had
Don't wish to find placebo for it neither
I just hope for a new day to begin
I'm sick of feeling a Deja Vu that never ends
It only revives again in my heart
No matter how well It starts
It all ends back to that lonely empty part
I can't run away from it
It's always hiding in the dark
I wish I promised myself to find a way out of this 
To never come back
But I keep finding myself here again, 
where all this suffering began&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/5oJhQQKJz-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/7090525142378949825/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=7090525142378949825&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/7090525142378949825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/7090525142378949825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/5oJhQQKJz-4/and-here-once-more.html" title="And Here Once More" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-here-once-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QARXoycCp7ImA9WhBSFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-6299525642780297326</id><published>2011-12-18T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-22T13:42:24.498-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-22T13:42:24.498-08:00</app:edited><title>Express In Words</title><content type="html">Right now anything makes sense more than this
The leaves on our trees have lost their color
I don't feel the need for life anymore
All I feel is emptiness inside a tunnel of never ending sorrow
You should have never walked inside my house
Now, I cant keep you out
Your spirits haunt me down
I keep feeling like I need to keep you away 
And I just don't know how to make you stay
You're such an important piece of my puzzle
All I want is to forget you ever happened
And forget about this pain you caused me
I cant understand you but I cant stop loving you
Someday when It all ends, I hope all I feel is sanity
I'm afraid of that , feeling okay cause I've felt bad
for so long, maybe I don't know how it feels, to feel safe&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/3C_CyvEQCRU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/6299525642780297326/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=6299525642780297326&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/6299525642780297326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/6299525642780297326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/3C_CyvEQCRU/express-in-words.html" title="Express In Words" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2011/12/express-in-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4CQn8yeip7ImA9WhRQE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-3578606921575526352</id><published>2011-12-08T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:16:03.192-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-08T18:16:03.192-08:00</app:edited><title>Dr. Gomez</title><content type="html">Hola, soy el Dr. Gomez y lo que voy a contar a continuacion no es un juego, no es una fabula y tampoco es un chiste. Ocurrio algo peliculiar a las 8:30pm del dia de ayer, recibi una llamada de una paciente La cual lleva el nombre de dolores. Pense en no contestar, pero la senora Dolores  es un verdadero dolor de cabeza y  decidi atender a la llamada. Mientras estaba acostado en mi cama en mis piyamas de captian de america pensando en mi fantasia titulada:" El dr. Gomez sanando a los muertos de dia, y sirviendo tragos de noche." Siempre quise ser bartender pero mis padres nunca me apoyaron, decian que debia estudiar una carrera de verdad.   &lt;br /&gt;
"HOoooooOla dr..." -  Ya sabia que no debi contestarla cuando escuche esas palabras. dice Dolores, - Dr.. Dr me duelen los oidos como siempre doctor y ya no a-a-aguanto el dolor, tome mis medicamentos y no se me ha quitado puedo ir a  su casa que me inyecte algo? , estoy aqui afuera esperando que me abra la puerta.&lt;br /&gt;
"Esta bien, esta bien, Dolores.. sabe que no puede venir a mi casa cuando le paresca, hoy voy hacer una ultima excepcion. "le respondi.&lt;br /&gt;
 Me pare de la cama, y  me dirigi hacia las escaleras  Comenze a caminar como si mis pies estubieran pegados al piso, como si  cada uno pesara una tonelada. Maldita profesion esta! Debi hacerle caso a mi novia de secundaria cuando me dijo que retirara la carrera y que hiciera algo que me gustara porque sino despues iba a vivir amargado por el resto de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;
 Abri la puerta, la deje entrar inmediatamente se inclino ami  para saludarme y de repente... Todo se puso blanco, senti como mis pierans y mis cuerpo desmayaba.  Cuando desperte, me encontraba en mi habitacion atado a un grupo de medias y otros materiales que desconocia.. Obviamente la persona que me ato esta era su primer secuestro trate de zafarme pero me Me sentia muy debil. De repente aparece dolores y me dice" dr. Gomez disculpe que lo tube que amarrar  pero es que tenia miedo de que quiera escapar. Yo le conteste: "dolores pero usted se ha vuelto loca?" Se tomo sus pastillas?" Porque me tiene asi?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Bueno, que le digo dr? Tengo casi un mes que no las tomo. He estado&lt;br /&gt;
enganiando a mis padres haciendoles creer que si me las estaba&lt;br /&gt;
bebiendo cuando en realidad las vomitaba mas tarde. Ellos quieren controlarme y esas pastillas no me dejan pensar "&lt;br /&gt;
 Tengo un plan ,el cual nos hara desaparecer de este&lt;br /&gt;
mundo desagradable. " Pero dolores, que cosas son las que dice, como&lt;br /&gt;
desaparecer?" - si dr, usted y yo iremos al mundo verde."- respondio&lt;br /&gt;
dolores. De pronto me di cuenta que llevaba el celular en los&lt;br /&gt;
bolsillos , tengo esa costumbre de que inmediatamente termino una&lt;br /&gt;
llamada lo guardo aun cuando estoy durmiendo. De pronto, recorde el invento del siglo, eso que en mi vida pense que iba existir! El marcador rapido! solo si podia recordar&lt;br /&gt;
cual era el numeros asignados y cual era cual para mis llamadas de emergencia.&lt;br /&gt;
pero si los precionaba dolores se iba a dar cuenta con  el sonido de las teclas.&lt;br /&gt;
Tengo Que distraerla , que hacer? como moverme? en no es tan dificil , esta mujer esta enferma y desquiciada. Le llevo mucha ventaja en ese sentido. Vamos, piensa, piensa.&lt;br /&gt;
" dolores, tienes razon .. quiero ir al mundo mamey contigo.." le dije, "VEEEEeeeRRDE!!" me respondio alterada. Dr, deje de cojer esto a relajo, o sino tendre que deshacerme de usted y buscar un doctor que este puesto para esta mision." &lt;br /&gt;
AHora, si que se ha vuelto mas loca todavia y donde va ella a encontrar un doctor mejor que yo? tanto que le di, y tanto que tube que aguantarle a esta loca para que me este menospreciando asi. Ahora si que estoy molesto! pero .. tengo que actuar sereno y comprensivo. Respira, Gomez.. 1, 2, 3, 4..&lt;br /&gt;
"Dolores, disculpa, si al mundo verde es que quieor ir. Es que usted me tiene nervioso, suelteme para que podamos podamos conversar mas tranquilos sobre esto. "&lt;br /&gt;
De pronto algo inesperado paso, el timbre sono nuevamente,hoy si era mi dia de SUerte!!! DIOS no se habia olvidado de mi!  Dolores salto de su asiento y dijo ,:"VEngo ahora.. dr, seguimos conversando tengo que ver quien esta a la puerta."&lt;br /&gt;
Bajo las escaleras como si se iba a tropezar en cada escalon.&lt;br /&gt;
"tun,tun,tun,tun,tun"&lt;br /&gt;
AHora es mi oportunidad de escaparme, comenze a quitarme todos estos disparates con que me amarro la loca de dolores. Ella no era muy brillante que digamos jejejeje.  &lt;br /&gt;
Saque el cellular de los bolsillos y:&lt;br /&gt;
marco el 911..&lt;br /&gt;
"si buenas , cual es su emergencia?"&lt;br /&gt;
"si, alo,  tengo  una loca  en mi casa que me ato de pies a cabeza y  me amenazo de muerte, porfavor vengan rapido estoy en peligro mi direccion es ....."&lt;br /&gt;
Por otro lado , dolores esta abajo abriendo la puerta a los que tenian que ser mis vecinitos que todos los dias vienen a joder y a estrallarme huevos en la casa a la misma hora, para mayor suerte.. dolores llego a la hora indicada para atenderlos.. &lt;br /&gt;
Agarre mi jeriga y baje cuidadosamente las escalera..  cuando estoy bajando encuentro a dolores en el piso llena de jema de huevo e inmediamente unos segundos despues llego la policia .. y se llevaron a dolores , mientras ella se alejaba me decia: "Dr, no me haga esto por favor... usted sabe muy bien nuestra mision en este mundo"&lt;br /&gt;
Los paramedicos me examinaron y les dije que no tenia nada que solo me amarro con un grupo de alambres y medias. &lt;br /&gt;
Despues pense en las palabras de dolores, la mision de nosotros en este mundo? Le di gracias a DIos por haber hecho que todo saliera bien y decidi en ese momento hacer algo diferente, algo alocado, la vida es una , no?&lt;br /&gt;
Tome las llaves del vehiculo y sali hacia ese lugar que guardaba mi destino. Me sentia mejor que nunca.. Hoy el dia que casi muero en manos de una psicopata , estaba listo para vivirlo al maximo.&lt;br /&gt;
Asi que fui a donde tenia que ir.. Hoy si nadie me iba a parar.. Las excusas que utilize en el pasado no eran obstaculos. &lt;br /&gt;
Me baje del vehiculo, camine como mi mirada bien en alto y me dirigi a mi lugar preferido. Abri la puerta y puse mi mirada en fabian.&lt;br /&gt;
hola fabian , he venido por mis clases , estoy listo para aprender.&lt;br /&gt;
" Dr. gomez, me alegro tanto de  que halla venido por fin se decidio, hoy le enseniare a preparar un daiquiri." respondio Fabian&lt;br /&gt;
Ahora mismo me encontraba en uno de los bares  mas famosos del pais.  Fabian el duenio del bar era mi amigo y le habia contado mi pasion por ser bartender y el siempre me decia, que podia aprender a servir tragos si queria. Nunca me atrevi a hacerlo, hasta ese dia.&lt;br /&gt;
Asi fue como aprendi de una loca a cumplir mis suenos.&lt;br /&gt;
 gracias Dolores..&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/SkqyzpWvzKY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/3578606921575526352/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=3578606921575526352&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/3578606921575526352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/3578606921575526352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/SkqyzpWvzKY/dr-gomez.html" title="Dr. Gomez" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2011/12/dr-gomez.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGQHk9eyp7ImA9WhNbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-1076149298082186059</id><published>2011-11-08T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-15T16:02:01.763-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-15T16:02:01.763-08:00</app:edited><title>Security Alarm</title><content type="html">
I was looking forward to yesterday, 
but you only give me this day
One day I made myself promise 
I'll forget about today
But now the ghost of my past are here
Knocking at my door, 
Should I let them in?
I find myself behind bars 
Hidden in a secret room
Is It too late now?
But only time will tell
If I let myself open doors
Close or break them all
Install a security alarm
Or leave them wide open
How should I know?
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/JQCwLVN2FvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/1076149298082186059/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=1076149298082186059&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/1076149298082186059?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/1076149298082186059?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/JQCwLVN2FvM/security-alarm-right.html" title="Security Alarm" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2011/11/security-alarm-right.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEESXk9fip7ImA9WhZWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-1269954777390427323</id><published>2011-05-17T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:53:28.766-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-17T18:53:28.766-07:00</app:edited><title>Lately</title><content type="html">Lately,Ive been feeling like existence is overrated,&lt;br /&gt;
Like the leaves in the trees don't really matter,&lt;br /&gt;
and the sea are just liquids or water &lt;br /&gt;
Like This life doesn't make any sense&lt;br /&gt;
And the reason as to why we're here i can't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe its just me that feels this way&lt;br /&gt;
No one questions as to why they're here in this place called earth&lt;br /&gt;
But i wonder if theres something more?&lt;br /&gt;
I want to feel it was not a waste &lt;br /&gt;
why this creator choose me to&lt;br /&gt;
be here right now breathing air &lt;br /&gt;
Is not just about grace&lt;br /&gt;
Someday maybe i'll understand all this nonsense&lt;br /&gt;
Right now i just get all upset&lt;br /&gt;
because everyday i know less&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/KgCv_FNvF0s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/1269954777390427323/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=1269954777390427323&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/1269954777390427323?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/1269954777390427323?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/KgCv_FNvF0s/lately.html" title="Lately" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2011/05/lately.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHSXk-cSp7ImA9WhZRF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-3126554409842396929</id><published>2011-04-13T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:45:38.759-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-13T10:45:38.759-07:00</app:edited><title>one of the coolest dreams</title><content type="html">Out of nowhere a guy in a motorcycle, stands next to me and asks me for a race ( i was in a motorcycle as well) and i said yes, i felt the wind in my face  and i'm liking the speed and i lost the guy who dared me to a race. Suddenly i look around and i don't recognize where i am.. my motorcycle isn't there anymore and i walk, as am walking i see my brothers car passing beside me, but there wasn't anyone driving it. So i stopped and asked somebody about the car and no one knew were it us, i even called my mom and my brother but they didn't know about the car.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/qfzdVJQY-Wk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/3126554409842396929/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=3126554409842396929&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/3126554409842396929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/3126554409842396929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/qfzdVJQY-Wk/one-of-coolest-dreams.html" title="one of the coolest dreams" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-of-coolest-dreams.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MERns5fCp7ImA9WhNbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-8062172778580192433</id><published>2011-04-13T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-01-20T10:10:07.524-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-20T10:10:07.524-08:00</app:edited><title>Deeper</title><content type="html">Deeper than the mountains
Deeper than the seas
Is this Hole that embraces my soul
Stronger than a tower
Bigger than the worl
Is the faith I see in You
Anxious to get out, but eager to come in
Always trying to find a place in between
A place so safe, but wait thats not the way!
I see a mass of bliss coming towards me
Sensing my veins and feeling them near
what is this?
but wait thats not the way, get away!
Peace fills me now, sensing your every breath
coming closer each day
This is the way.. when I feel you near, and everything
else disappears
This is the way, the journey i should inhale
Show me the way, so I wont mistake the path you granted
upon my will
Show me once again, I've been blinded to your ways,
Shadows fill the space and I cant see your face
Hold this feeling so strong, grab it and all your senses will drown
To it, the feeling were I get lost in you.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/Au2rBUFr7sk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/8062172778580192433/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=8062172778580192433&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/8062172778580192433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/8062172778580192433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/Au2rBUFr7sk/deeper.html" title="Deeper" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2011/04/deeper.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8CQXs_eip7ImA9WhNbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-2233290477791234689</id><published>2011-04-13T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-01-20T10:01:00.542-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-20T10:01:00.542-08:00</app:edited><title>My story</title><content type="html">I wrote this a long time ago, in difficult times that still remain
Why am I so afraid of living my life in your way?
why do I get scared of the things I don't get?
I've always wanted a story of love, hope and friendship
Yet I live my life in regret of Everything that was a mistake
And i'm still waiting for the book to fill its pages
Stranded in this piece of self, I want to live my life for you
So would you please make me understand?
I don't want to be myself
I wished for something different yet I always see the same
As time goes by, I see It as a my shame
The story I never go slipping away
But I don't want to be this way
Stranded in this piece of self, 
living in the shadow of the past itself
I don't wanna be myself
Come, change me , create me
all over again, and tell me is my story really there?
would you paint it for me or is it too late?
Hope Is Holding my skirt, hang on.. I still believe my story is Real&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/dg_OPRPXvdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/2233290477791234689/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=2233290477791234689&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/2233290477791234689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/2233290477791234689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/dg_OPRPXvdI/my-story.html" title="My story" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-story.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMER34_fCp7ImA9WhNbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-5107337905914139503</id><published>2011-04-05T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-01-20T09:53:26.044-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-20T09:53:26.044-08:00</app:edited><title>What It Is</title><content type="html">I find myself wondering were I've gone
Its like I had a brain transplant
Who have I become?
All the stuff I used to worry about are nowhere found
My perception has blurred 
And now I'm somewhere I don't Belong
But one thing is crystal clear
And from that I cant escape
From this longing inside my veins
That takes me to where I need to be
Imagining places I long to meet
Making my shadows become true beings
And in this place I see myself free
But I can only go there whenever I fall asleep&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/uCrG4oA1xxQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/5107337905914139503/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=5107337905914139503&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/5107337905914139503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/5107337905914139503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/uCrG4oA1xxQ/what-it-is.html" title="What It Is" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-it-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UMSX4ycCp7ImA9Wx9TFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4629378757519486561.post-7076808003159280070</id><published>2010-11-23T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:48:08.098-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-23T22:48:08.098-08:00</app:edited><title>Romano</title><content type="html">"Alo? ". "Senior presidente?... le acaban de dar un golpe de estado, tiene que venir imediatamente a la casa roja"   .. tuntuntunnnn... &lt;br /&gt;
Hola , mi nombre es romano y soy el presidente de las hormigas. Antes de recibir esta noticia, me encontraba celebrando unas excelentes vacaciones en miami subterraneo con mi familia de 80 miembros, la cual consta de mi esposa y mis 79 hijos. No hubo duda en mi , de que eran las hormigas caribes que me habian causado este estrago. Decidi no despertar a nadie de mi familia. Mi esposa duerme como un tiburon, asi que no se dio cuenta de mi partida. Simplemente, me escabulli con los hormiguarda espaldas. El tunel que me dirigia hasta la casa roja era extremadamente largo , dure aproximadamente 60 minutos ( tiempo de hormiga) para llegar hasta alla. " Creo que no siento mis patas"-me dije, y  no por que habia caminado tanto sino por la situacion en la que me encontraba. Me recuerdo la primera vez que no senti mis patas , y esto fue durante mi primer picnic. En aquellos tiempos, estaba en la universidad estudiando hormipolitica e hice algunos amigos caribenios que se pasaban haciendo protestas y alborotos en contra de los humanos. Estos hasta tenian planes de como invadir sus picnic y picarlos. Yo nunca pense en causarle mal a los humanos, pero en ese momento me deje llevar de una hormiga caribe que me gustaba y queria impresionarla. Tengan en cuenta que estoy totalmente arrepentido de aquel acto y me he pasado haciendo campanias encontra de los asalta picnics para enmedar esa mala decision. &lt;br /&gt;
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Existen tres clases de hormigas, las trabajadoras, las caribes y las voladoras. Las voladoras son mas grandes en tamanio pero mas inofensivas porque al saber volar, tienen otra forma de ver la vida. Estas, solo se preocupan en buscar la luz. Las caribes son las hormigas negras y por ende, solo le interesa la maldad y los delitos. A Las trabajadoras solo nos preocupamos en trabajar y construir un mejor ambiente para el futuro hormigero. &lt;br /&gt;
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Al llegar a la casa roja, vi como todo estaba destrozado mi cama, mi oficina, entre otros. Inmediatamente, me encontre de frente con un caribeno rebelde  que se llamaba islote, el cual se dirigio y me dijo: "Romano, que bueno que finalmente nos volvemos a encontrar." &lt;br /&gt;
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-" Que quieres Islote?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Solo quiero llegar a una acuerdo, que los caribenios tengamos parte en la toma de decisiones del pais " me dijo.&lt;br /&gt;
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- "que decisiones quieren tomar?" le respondi.&lt;br /&gt;
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- "Queremos tener dos dias de vacaciones a la semana como los humanos, no nos gusta trabajar tanto."&lt;br /&gt;
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- "entiende que siempre las cosas se han hecho de esta forma. Acepta quelas hormigas vivimos para trabajar." &lt;br /&gt;
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- " Si no aceptas el acuerdo, mis tropas estan listas para pelear.."&lt;br /&gt;
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En ese momento, pense acceder a la prorroga de Islote. Que son dos miserables dias a la semana? En que puede afectar eso al pais , a la nacion hormigera, y como podria esto daniar nuestra identidad? Como seria tener mas dias de vacaciones ? &lt;br /&gt;
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 Finalmente, en esos pocos minutos de silencio, pense mi respuesta y le dije: &lt;br /&gt;
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" no comprometere nuestra identidad, tradicion o muerte. "&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuienSabe/~4/pyHq6mlCmMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/feeds/7076808003159280070/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4629378757519486561&amp;postID=7076808003159280070&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/7076808003159280070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4629378757519486561/posts/default/7076808003159280070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuienSabe/~3/pyHq6mlCmMA/romano.html" title="Romano" /><author><name>Katherine Guerrero</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/117057916050989835757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7DGVpTLmZw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAkw/NSLDN5O3MrA/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://katinchrist77.blogspot.com/2010/11/romano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
