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no more like a simple convination of flavors&lt;br /&gt;
and tears. No more like the simple things if life.&lt;br /&gt;
This is where i belong? I remembre this place more&lt;br /&gt;
Full of shit and desire...i guess i'm wrong. &lt;br /&gt;
I guess is no one else here anyways...why?? My &lt;br /&gt;
Shadow spoke...and no one respond...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You wish i was dead?? There is only a terrible feeling&lt;br /&gt;
Who tear us apart...and no matter what: i love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-650086649953860312?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/YHhir5bLwEo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/650086649953860312/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=650086649953860312&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/650086649953860312?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/650086649953860312?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/YHhir5bLwEo/no-more.html" title="No more..." /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04AQnc_fCp7ImA9WhRSEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-3571213901623747431</id><published>2011-11-12T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:59:03.944-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T01:59:03.944-08:00</app:edited><title>Emma ♥</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOzWztdveMY/Tr5DP_G8vAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/t7aUtU8-7mI/s1600/IMG_2313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOzWztdveMY/Tr5DP_G8vAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/t7aUtU8-7mI/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Conoci a una niña super linda, loquita y hermosa...su nombre? Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Nuestra amistad? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;y a veces pienso que alguien la puso en mi camino, ella siempre estuvo ahi para mi, compartimos tantas cosas, risas, llantos, huidas, enojos y demas pormenores. Siempre tenia una sonrisa en su cara y nunca veia lo negativo de las cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Su caminar era pachorrudo a veces y otras caminaba como hormiguita a toda prisa para no llegar tarde, nunca se le veian los pies, porque sus pantalones siempre se los tapaban y era mas chaparrita que yo (incleible pero si :P) su corazón era gigantesco! nunca tuvo problemas con nadie, y si los tuvo alguna vez, yo nunca me entere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Su amistad era incondicional, siempre sabia que decir y cualquier llanto hacia que se fuera con un chiste tonto y aun asi te sacaba la risa. Salimos tantas veces a mil y un lugares, corrimos por la playa atacadas por un coso raro que nos siguio &lt;b&gt;xD&lt;/b&gt;, vendimos un walkman para poder regresar a casa y aun asi nos ajusto para tabacos de regreso, nos fuimos de ray tantas veces que ni me acuerdo, con ella vivi tantas cosas en tan poco tiempo que llego a convertise en mi mejor amiga en cuestion de nada, se gano mi confianza y yo la de ella. En pocas palabras ella era &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amor puro...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hasta que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2003&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Todo iba bien en su vida, tenia lo que necesitaba para ser feliz, en su casa se acababan los problemas, habia iniciado una relacion y estaba feliz de tener a ese alguien a su lado, estaba a punto de ser mamá de un bodoquito que nunca se dejo ver en los ultrasonidos (aunque despues supimos que era niña :D) todo era perfecto...hasta que nos la arrebataron...ese ser que dijo amarla, le quito la vida y simplemente ignoro el dolor que iba a ocacionar al hacerlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fue un dia raro desde el inicio...yo pase a buscarla como habia prometido antes de ir a la escuela, su mamá salio a la puerta y me dijo que emma no estaba en casa, que quiza por la tarde la encontraria, me fui a la escuela con la idea de que cuando saliera iria a buscarla puesto que le debia una pizza, fue un 12 de noviembre...yo entre al gimnacio saliendo de la escuela porque ya no alcanze a ir a verla, deje el celular en el coche de mi amiga y subimos. 2 horas despues salimos y revise mi celular 25 llamadas perdidas de diferentes personas, jamas me llaman tanto, llame devuelta a unos de los numeros y solo me pregunto como estaba? y yo dije bien porque? y me dijo: Llamale a Alexis. Asi quedo y me fui a casa de mi amiga a bañar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mientras ella tomaba un baño yo me quede viendo en la compu no me acuerdo que tonteria, y sono mi celular de nuevo...y era Alexis diciendome que me sentara, porque tenia algo importante que decirme, le dije que me dijera que no bromeara asi porque me estaba asustando y solo me dijo: "Cindy, estamos velando a emma, ella murio"...solo me quede callada y despues de un minuto dije: no bromies con esas cosas...pero sabia que no era ninguna broma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mi mundo se hundio en un instante...no podia creer que realmente algo asi fuera a pasar...por dios! la vi unos dias antes...no podia ser, mi amiga me llevo a donde emma vivia y efectivamente...todos estaban ahi, la casa estaba llena de flores, gente llorando simplemente no lo podia creer...corri dejando a mi amiga en el coche, y hable con su hermana, y ella me dijo: lo siento mucho cindy, yo se que mi hermana era mas que tu mejor amiga...y me abrazo, llore por incercia y despues pregunte por su novio...y ahi fue cuando el dolor y la impotencia junto con el coraje me entro en el alma..."no sabemos donde esta, nadie lo encuentra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fue algo que no me espere escuchar...ahora nada tenia sentido...como habia muerto? que habia pasado? despues, tristemente todo se aclaro...él habia sido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Omitire lo que el hizo con ella, porque solo importa el hecho de que ella ya no esta aqui...es triste saber que alguien partio sin la oportunidad de haberse realizado en su totalidad, de haber compartido solo un par de sonrisas y de no haber vivido todo lo que le esperaba por un estupido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;8 años despues, escribo esto en su aniversario luctuoso, muchas cosas han cambiado, muchas que me hubiera encantado compartir con ella, cosas que solo ella sabe y que le pido perdon por no decirlo todo cuando tuve la oportunidad de hacerlo, esas sonrisas que en mis momentos felices le he dedicado, por las cosas que yo se que ella a intercedido por mi para hecharme la mano, porque aunque no este en este plano, se que aun anda por ahi esa pequeña loquita que hacia y desahacia por ver felices a sus amigos, porque la amamos y la extrañamos, hoy escribo esto, porque yo aun no te olvido y se que quienes te conocieron tampoco lo han hecho. Te amo mi gorda hermosa, eres un angel que nos guia y nos cuida y nos manda esos rayotes de luz que emanaba tu sonrisa al hacer una travesura o simplemente por despertar un dia mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Gracias Emma por todo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos hemos alejado tanto de lo que realmente es bueno para el alma, que ahora cualquier cosa nos idiotiza...que paso con la catrina? una figura que elegante y mistica nos acompañaba de manera alegre a resivir la muerte...es tan triste ver como todo esto ya no es igual y que ahora simplemente se fue al olvido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Los altares mas que una tradicion, por ejemplo en las escuelas son obligatorios...asi que chiste tiene? ni siquiera se les explica de donde viene esa tradicion...eso es nefasto...en realidad lo es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy es un dia especial..y no digo que solo hoy recordemos a nuestros muertos,pero si demosle un amor extra el dia de hoy, yo tengo varios en mi lista:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mamá: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Aunque estas palabras quiza nunca lleguen a tus ojos, deseo decirte que te amo, que en la misma magnitud te extraño, han sido momentos dificiles, pero siempre has estado presente...eres como el pequeño tanque de combustible que me hace ser lo que ahora soy. Me hubiera encantado que conocieras a Demian, que me hubieras ayudado cuando por amor he llorado y que cuando cansada del astio de mi existencia he deseado estar a tu lado.Por todas las noches que no pudimos compartir, por el amor incondicional que siempre nos tuviste, por las veces que me dejabas jugar con tus dedos y cuando acariciabas mi cabello.Cuando con una sonrisa todo lo curabas...&lt;u&gt;Te amo mamá.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lilith:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Se que hace muchos años te fuiste de mi vida, y que aunque pasamos momentos dificiles y llenos de amor y ternura, tu decidiste descansar antes de que te fueran arrebatada de mis brazos...si me preguntaras ahora si aun te amo, la respuesta seria si y mas que antes...te extraño tanto...jamas habra alguien como tu, tan loquita y sincera, tan llena de luz y de amor, la que siempre cuando abria los ojos en la mañana, con un beso en la frente se acercaba antes de que yo despertara, la que no importa como fueran los dias siempre tenia una sonrisa...tu que me permitiste entrar a tu vida...gracias mi niña...Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mEB8_dakRo/TrG_mugzokI/AAAAAAAAAfM/S8qcrEvJR84/s1600/Anime-Chobits-Freya-and-Chii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mEB8_dakRo/TrG_mugzokI/AAAAAAAAAfM/S8qcrEvJR84/s200/Anime-Chobits-Freya-and-Chii.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emma: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tu siempre estuviste ahi cuando mas necesite una amiga, lamento tanto no haber estado para cuidarte y protegerte, te extraño tanto! eres y siempre seras mi mejor amiga, y nadie te quitara tu lugar. Recuerdo la ultima vez que hablamos, lo extraño que fue...tu decias cuan rara era nuestra amistad, tan diferentes y tan iguales a la vez. Aun no puedo creer que ya no estes aqui, que jamas hayas podido conocer a tu hija...que el mismo que te amaba te haya arrebatado la vida...soy fuerte amiga, pero a veces llegan los recuerdos y me desmorono.solo quiero decirte que en este dia y siempre te recuerdo, jamas te olvido...Te amo gorda!&lt;/span&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/2280709471291645115-4033110579928695555?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/NJBfnXNm1TY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/4033110579928695555/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=4033110579928695555&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/4033110579928695555?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/4033110579928695555?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/NJBfnXNm1TY/dia-de-muertosmuerto.html" title="Dia de Muertos...muerto?" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GAZUWj6SbTY/TrG4SSfx8aI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ykf4_C0qDC8/s72-c/4c0bac483947b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/11/dia-de-muertosmuerto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IEQHYyfip7ImA9WhdQEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-8862513140016700767</id><published>2011-08-13T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T22:25:01.896-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-13T22:25:01.896-07:00</app:edited><title>Cuando menos lo esperaba...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---4H75KEvqA/TkdbxbaqpCI/AAAAAAAAAec/1RK_TjNZgG8/s1600/SDC13756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---4H75KEvqA/TkdbxbaqpCI/AAAAAAAAAec/1RK_TjNZgG8/s200/SDC13756.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Llenando un vaso con agua hasta la mitad, observe desde tras del vaso, como todo se distorsionaba, y me sorprendi sonriendo ante tal estupida accion, senti lo que popularmente se conoce como mariposas en el estomago, aunque en mi caso se sentian mas como hipopotamos perdidos dando tumbos dentro de mi ser. Me di cuenta de todas las oportunidades que tengo en frente, igual de distorcionadas que el vaso con agua en mis ojos, pero el hecho de que no se vean claras no significa que no sean buenas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quiero llenarme de lo que me rodea ahora, excepto de algunas cosas que no me tienen muy feliz que digamos, aunque todo sirve si es cuestion de aprender, en eso estoy de acuerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quiero seguir leyendo esas letras que de vez en cuando aparecen frente mio, de esa personita que aunque no lo sepa o lo tome en serio, me mueve mas de lo que cree...veo algo color de rosa? no, mejor dicho, se comienza a poner morado de nuevo y me da miedo...que tal si falla? que vamos! no hay que decretar lo negativo, hay que ver que pasa...observare esa silueta desde lejos sin dejar de estar cerca, comenzare a imaginar lo que es verme reflejada en sus ojos, ojos que se que no miran a cualquiera...y eso, aunque complicado, me hace sonreir, eso es bello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-8862513140016700767?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/KEIhtGRpi6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/8862513140016700767/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=8862513140016700767&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/8862513140016700767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/8862513140016700767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/KEIhtGRpi6A/cuando-menos-lo-esperaba.html" title="Cuando menos lo esperaba..." /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---4H75KEvqA/TkdbxbaqpCI/AAAAAAAAAec/1RK_TjNZgG8/s72-c/SDC13756.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/08/cuando-menos-lo-esperaba.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFSXc_fCp7ImA9WhdSFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-4640033813218526131</id><published>2011-07-25T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T22:38:38.944-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-25T22:38:38.944-07:00</app:edited><title>Uzumaki</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZT_nrNm40Y/Th9KbhBhn9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/q17KrYNEFLg/s1600/Uzumaki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZT_nrNm40Y/Th9KbhBhn9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/q17KrYNEFLg/s320/Uzumaki.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;There is no way to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;escape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all is a twisted tube who make us &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in a such beautiful way...let's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;pretend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;we are spirals, let's pretend to see a light in the end...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;let's die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...don't be afraid!&lt;/span&gt;&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/2280709471291645115-4640033813218526131?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/cccz1lJoyWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/4640033813218526131/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=4640033813218526131&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/4640033813218526131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/4640033813218526131?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/cccz1lJoyWo/uzumaki.html" title="Uzumaki" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZT_nrNm40Y/Th9KbhBhn9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/q17KrYNEFLg/s72-c/Uzumaki.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/07/uzumaki.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MRXY9fSp7ImA9WhZbEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-8435665420494436998</id><published>2011-06-14T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:33:04.865-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-15T08:33:04.865-07:00</app:edited><title>Death to Birth</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;From rape to right in, to real to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;should I lie down or stand up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And walk around again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;My eyes finally wide open up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;My eyes finally wide open shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;to find the found of sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;That hears the touch of my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Smells the taste of all we waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Could feed the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;But we smother each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;With the nectar and pucker the sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Of sugar sweet weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;blows through our trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Swims through our seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;flies to the last gasp we left on this earth, oh ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It's a long lonely journey from death to birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;it's a long lonely journey from death to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;it's a long lonely journey from death to birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;oh, it's a long lonely journey from death to...birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Should I die again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Should I die around the pounds of matter wailing to space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I know I'll never know until I come face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;With my own cold, dead face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;with my own wooden case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;You are with me, with me, ooh, ohh, hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'm mourning you ooh, ooh, ohh, hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It's a long lonely journey from death to birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;it's a long lonely journey from death to birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;it's a long lonely journey from death to birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545559; line-height: 18px;"&gt;it's a long lonely journey from death to... birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;Dreams, I have dreams when I'm awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;And you, you are in my Dreams&lt;br /&gt;You're underneath my skin, how am I so weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the weight, I can just come clean&lt;br /&gt;I keep it to myself, I know what it means&lt;br /&gt;I can't have you, but I have dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, can you hold your breath?&lt;br /&gt;Can you count to ten, can you let it pass?&lt;br /&gt;Keep, can you keep it in?&lt;br /&gt;Keep it behind lashes, can you make it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now in my dreams, I can feel the weight&lt;br /&gt;I can just come clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep it to myself, I know what it means&lt;br /&gt;I can't have you, but I have dreams&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have dreams, I have dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And then an amazing guitar solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind, can you read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Has it come undone, am I showin' signs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the weight, I can just come clean&lt;br /&gt;I keep it to myself, I know what it means&lt;br /&gt;I can't have you, but I have dreams&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams, I have, I have, I have Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Momentos creados en un ridiculo arranque creativo que, al menos, culmino en algo que me satisface el ojo y mi ego de artista (no me importa si a los demas se les hace soso...por eso es MI EGO n_n)&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/2280709471291645115-3633632003790667443?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/apEnHF9FAYg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/3633632003790667443/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=3633632003790667443&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/3633632003790667443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/3633632003790667443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/apEnHF9FAYg/things.html" title="Things" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xCOlJrdwEfM/TcXP2PHxreI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fYKNLhutSgc/s72-c/horror+creative+process.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/05/things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHRnk9fSp7ImA9WhZXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-4434110266887634933</id><published>2011-05-06T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T04:28:57.765-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T04:28:57.765-07:00</app:edited><title>Pensavitosa...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVBGrCwE0h4/TcPaamuqPSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_jTvPSoYPlo/s1600/pensativosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVBGrCwE0h4/TcPaamuqPSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_jTvPSoYPlo/s400/pensativosa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-4434110266887634933?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/RkF2_h3GXYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/4434110266887634933/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=4434110266887634933&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/4434110266887634933?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/4434110266887634933?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/RkF2_h3GXYQ/pensavitosa.html" title="Pensavitosa..." /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVBGrCwE0h4/TcPaamuqPSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_jTvPSoYPlo/s72-c/pensativosa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensavitosa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DRXs4eCp7ImA9WhZQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-3462236887675001824</id><published>2011-04-24T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:57:54.530-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-24T00:57:54.530-07:00</app:edited><title>A Morbid Romance</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tied up in a chair, in a corner of your mind, my sinister look shows devotion to your skin. It is weird if i want your blood all over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If i want your guts covering my naked body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Let's play a game...when i'm yours and you are &amp;nbsp;mine, in a deep glorious hug of decadence. Let's play to count our scars, to lick them and heal them with our fluids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Let's run really fast in our own room of imagination, where we know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;that everything is fine and right. In where the faces that we can see, are only remembrance of what we heal already. We are the masters, remember? Let's run more faster, let's fly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Give me your voice in a bottle of hope, i'll take your heart with the hand of my love, i'm gonna eat it very slowly so you can see how much i care. The moon is our light, our state of mind. Take my bloody hand and never let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do you like how it sounds? I'm yours, let's share the way together, I wanna hear just one heart between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-3462236887675001824?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/PhyFwRSrVZU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/3462236887675001824/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=3462236887675001824&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/3462236887675001824?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/3462236887675001824?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/PhyFwRSrVZU/morbid-romance.html" title="A Morbid Romance" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/04/morbid-romance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4EQ3c_eCp7ImA9WhZQEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-2171633512893607530</id><published>2011-04-17T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:31:42.940-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-17T19:31:42.940-07:00</app:edited><title>Just Trying :P</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fvDsqzgoZU/Tauib1INT-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/QOXS8YG_NAY/s1600/Zombie_Girl_by_YLimes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fvDsqzgoZU/Tauib1INT-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/QOXS8YG_NAY/s400/Zombie_Girl_by_YLimes.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-2171633512893607530?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/oi32wzyonzM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/2171633512893607530/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=2171633512893607530&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/2171633512893607530?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/2171633512893607530?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/oi32wzyonzM/just-trying-p.html" title="Just Trying :P" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7fvDsqzgoZU/Tauib1INT-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/QOXS8YG_NAY/s72-c/Zombie_Girl_by_YLimes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-trying-p.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUAQHw-fyp7ImA9WhZRGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-1459627785987408354</id><published>2011-04-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:37:21.257-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-15T22:37:21.257-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To my broken English / Mexican / sexy zombie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
trying to explain how much i love you is like looking at a &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;beautiful funny smart loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;caring passionate intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;independent kind polite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;stunning alluring gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;magnificent marvelous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;spontaneous adventurous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;perfect loyal truth-worthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;courageous unique spiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;sexual open-minded outgoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;cute adorable sexy hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;compassionate romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but know matter how many ways i try to explain this, nothing will ever amount up to how i truly feel about you. there is no words to describe the perfect loving feeling. just a simple, "&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;." is all that is ever needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QusRSJdgsjs/TaknXFJXY8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ims5hgaeo8s/s1600/Zombie_love_by_NoahW.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QusRSJdgsjs/TaknXFJXY8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ims5hgaeo8s/s320/Zombie_love_by_NoahW.png" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you are my &lt;strike&gt;Mexican flower&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;my love&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;my zombie&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;my birdie&lt;/strike&gt; (&lt;i&gt;pajarito&lt;/i&gt;) and most importantly...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MY BITCH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;I DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN UNSTRAP YOURSELF FROM THE CHAINS YET! DID I? NO I DIDN'T!&lt;/u&gt; now, for the righteous of punishments, i will let you decide what i should do with you next ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eDzvAzzPL4/Taknq5rEVAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JMZCol512mU/s1600/ZombieLoveSketch-459x374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eDzvAzzPL4/Taknq5rEVAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JMZCol512mU/s320/ZombieLoveSketch-459x374.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.) &lt;i&gt;burn your hard nipples with hot wax&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2.) &lt;b&gt;lick your clit until you have multiple orgasms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3.) &lt;i&gt;put your head in a meat grinder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4.) &lt;b&gt;jam a meat hook up your ass and let you hang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
5.) &lt;i&gt;pig roast you and share your cooked meat with my friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6.) &lt;b&gt;romantically bite off your fingers and make a finger kabob&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
7.) &lt;i&gt;pee in your butt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
8.) &lt;b&gt;torture you with whispers of loving words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9.) touch your skin softly and kiss you&lt;br /&gt;
10.) &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;all of the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; i can fly into a spiked wall and die.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; hitting Asians kids with pillows until they cry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; throwing babies at walls&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; chopping my own dick off to freeze it for a ninja throwing star&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; love is real and that i have finally found it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; a little kid with a hard on for boobies&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; i have something to live for&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; i am loved forever with the pureness of your warm heart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; cutting off your tongue and sticking it in my ass&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;you make me feel like&lt;/b&gt; transforming into a werewolf and ripping off my family's flesh for dinner&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"what im trying to say is that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.............................i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and i want you.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.....................and i need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and thank you......................"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj8MyqiU3aA/TakndHcRpVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/C1NRF1NHTw0/s1600/tidwell_zombie_love_hands_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj8MyqiU3aA/TakndHcRpVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/C1NRF1NHTw0/s320/tidwell_zombie_love_hands_s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://regurgitatingthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Regurgitating Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-1459627785987408354?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/URmQUf-V3Jc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/1459627785987408354/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=1459627785987408354&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/1459627785987408354?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/1459627785987408354?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/URmQUf-V3Jc/to-my-broken-english-mexican-sexy.html" title="" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QusRSJdgsjs/TaknXFJXY8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ims5hgaeo8s/s72-c/Zombie_love_by_NoahW.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-my-broken-english-mexican-sexy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCRHo5eip7ImA9WhZRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-7008594717660200946</id><published>2011-04-11T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:49:25.422-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-11T20:49:25.422-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="boxtop journaltop" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 100% 50%; border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-top-left-radius: 6px 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px 6px; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 30px; text-align: center;" usr=""&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: #f2f2f2; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 20px; font: normal normal bold 18pt/normal 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;muerta.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text pp journaltext" gmindex="17" name="gmi-TextBoxPreviewStream" style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; padding-top: 40px; text-align: center;" usr=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Quisiera que me partiera un rayo! que mi carne se regara por todos lados y que mi sangre hirviente se embarrara por doquier! Estoy tan cansada de caminar en circulos, de ponerme una mascara que no existe, con una puta sonrisa que debo de dibujar todos los dias para cubrir mi rostro muerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Por que el hombre gancho se marcho sin decir palabra? por que siempre me abandona cuando mas lo necesito? Al diablo ya con eso...si no puedo caminar a donde demonios se supone que dirijire mis pasos que aun errantes solo me muestran miseria en el camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;A donde debo vomitar esta presion que esta en mi pecho? a donde debo dirijir la ira que se acumula en mis puños queriendolo destruir todo! ?! a donde?? Los ojos se saltan con venas rojas y laserantes vidrios ruedan en forma de lagrimas. Que no hay un lugar para descansar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Mi narcisismo me mata cada dia mas, juego con la gente como si fueran parte de una obra de guiñoles, una cancion ronda en mi mente, matandome por dentro palabra por palabra, nota por nota. Mis pies ya no tocan el piso...&lt;/span&gt;&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/2280709471291645115-7008594717660200946?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/JQkeNckiHUs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/7008594717660200946/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=7008594717660200946&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/7008594717660200946?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/7008594717660200946?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/JQkeNckiHUs/muerta.html" title="" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/04/muerta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcDQnw7eyp7ImA9WhZRGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-2525879314956404181</id><published>2011-03-07T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:21:13.203-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-16T16:21:13.203-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="boxtop journaltop" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 100% 50%; border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-top-left-radius: 6px 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px 6px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 30px; text-align: center;" usr=""&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: #f2f2f2; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 20px; font: normal normal bold 18pt/normal 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Miedo.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text pp journaltext" gmindex="17" name="gmi-TextBoxPreviewStream" style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; padding-top: 40px; text-align: center;" usr=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Siento miedo de perderte, los sueños me persiguen como si intentaran cazarme. La conciencia no siempre es franca conmigo, me engaña y me dice cosas malas con el pensamiento, nubla mis sueños hasta que no hay mas que hacer, mas que rendirme en la almohada mohosa por las lagrimas de ayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Corro y peno en el umbral de mis sueños, anhelo tus besos de color caramelo, pero solo llega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;el&amp;nbsp;hedor&amp;nbsp;de tus dedos que no me desean. Las manos que no quieres abrazar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;a este bulto maloliente lleno de tristeza y desazón.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Te das cuenta de lo que ocasiona un sueño mal fundado? ¿Lo que hace un&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;tapete ensangrentado con mis fluidos de dolor? Malditos sean mis sueños que me juegan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;una macabra broma todas las noches, cada segundo me atormentan y se ensañan en mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;inconsciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;¿&amp;nbsp;Podrías&amp;nbsp;tener conciencia ante tan cruel castigo impuesto por mi propia mente? Te clamo a ti!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Dolor de mis entrañas, hazme olvidar el trono que tome al hacer de mi dolor mi cetro y mi fortaleza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Me agobia el hecho de no salir viva del ensueño que me tiene encadenada a la arrogancia de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;mi voluntad y al narcisismo de mi mente. ¿Quien soy yo, si no un&amp;nbsp;montón&amp;nbsp;de letras que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;no me dejan respirar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Hundiré&amp;nbsp;la nariz en tu cuello imaginario y&amp;nbsp;absorberé&amp;nbsp;ese olor que mantengo en mi mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Comeré los besos que solo habitan en el aire y escuchare tu voz...que solo vive en un te amo no pronunciado,&amp;nbsp;haciéndome&amp;nbsp;libre por un instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2280709471291645115-2525879314956404181?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/s6brlQbABg4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/2525879314956404181/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=2525879314956404181&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/2525879314956404181?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/2525879314956404181?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/s6brlQbABg4/miedo.html" title="" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/03/miedo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GQHk8eyp7ImA9Wx9aEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-5760511008174006056</id><published>2011-03-02T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:48:41.773-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-02T12:48:41.773-08:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="boxtop journaltop" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: black; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 100% 50%; border-bottom-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-top-left-radius: 6px 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px 6px; color: #555555; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 30px; text-align: center;" usr=""&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: #f2f2f2; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 20px; font: normal normal bold 18pt/normal 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Pensamiento...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text pp journaltext" gmindex="19" name="gmi-TextBoxPreviewStream" style="line-height: 14px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; padding-top: 40px; text-align: center;" usr=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: normal;"&gt;Sola en el laberinto del viento, guiada por los matices del humo de tu aliento, alojada en el sillón de la inconsciencia, bostezando en la espera de lo que nunca a de llegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;keeper for="Smoothie.thumbs"&gt;&lt;/keeper&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text pp journaltext" gmindex="19" name="gmi-TextBoxPreviewStream" style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 30px; padding-right: 30px; padding-top: 40px; text-align: center;" usr=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I'm arranging everything since the forgotten to what still does not happen, allowing space for everything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've thrown some things, things that it is useless to keep. Even things that still have your scent and color of fresh memory.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything changes, nothing remains the same the love changes color with the absence of the words of the past.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;In einer dunklen Stunde, ach&lt;br /&gt;
Aalle Stunden sind dunkel hier&lt;br /&gt;
Aus einem Becher von zartestem Flieder&lt;br /&gt;
Trinken wir Tee allein mit mir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-3655306557950454721?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/Ch4PEwvEJIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/3655306557950454721/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=3655306557950454721&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/3655306557950454721?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/3655306557950454721?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/Ch4PEwvEJIw/putting-all-in-its-place-feelings.html" title="" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/02/putting-all-in-its-place-feelings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMHRXwzfip7ImA9Wx9VFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-7844885273798923120</id><published>2011-02-02T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:20:34.286-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-02T01:20:34.286-08:00</app:edited><title>A Tortured Way</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ZcGh0NplMg/TUkhvANijxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/60m3uI0u8U0/s1600/21012011205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ZcGh0NplMg/TUkhvANijxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/60m3uI0u8U0/s200/21012011205.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: initial initial !important; background-repeat: initial initial !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;"&gt;What if i can't see you in the end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: initial initial !important; background-repeat: initial initial !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;"&gt;what if my eyes never end that way?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: initial initial !important; background-repeat: initial initial !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;"&gt;what if everything is going down, and you never came?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'You Wont Bring Me Down'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;All alone in the deep immensity, trying to reach your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'You Wont Bring Me Down'; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;and the sound of your breath, the colour of your eyes...I almost forgot...take me by the hand and never be apart... walk with me like you promise, don't leave me behind...I still need you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-7844885273798923120?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/QvSBTP1nAt0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/7844885273798923120/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=7844885273798923120&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/7844885273798923120?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/7844885273798923120?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/QvSBTP1nAt0/tortured-way.html" title="A Tortured Way" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ZcGh0NplMg/TUkhvANijxI/AAAAAAAAAZk/60m3uI0u8U0/s72-c/21012011205.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/02/tortured-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQESHsyfyp7ImA9Wx9VE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-8663027691701836188</id><published>2011-01-29T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:58:29.597-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T23:58:29.597-08:00</app:edited><title>Bittersweet</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ZcGh0NplMg/TUUaBBZpSSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-3nilvMyztI/s1600/IMG_7705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ZcGh0NplMg/TUUaBBZpSSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-3nilvMyztI/s200/IMG_7705.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;How lovely is the love,
when that special person make you feel
like if you were the only one.

When you expose your skin trough his eyes
and reveal your soul in to his hands...
how lovely is that...

When you scream with your eyes,
how much in love you are,
and the only thing that you receive
is nothing that a cold look.

When you ask for help,
and he let you die in your own tears,
how lovely is that...

When you say: Please don't go...
but he is already gone before that...
how lovely is that...

When you asking by a hand,
and there is nothing but the wind...
how lovely is that...&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-8663027691701836188?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/Rx615HD0ARQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/8663027691701836188/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=8663027691701836188&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/8663027691701836188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/8663027691701836188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/Rx615HD0ARQ/bittersweet.html" title="Bittersweet" /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ZcGh0NplMg/TUUaBBZpSSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-3nilvMyztI/s72-c/IMG_7705.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/01/bittersweet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QGSXgycSp7ImA9Wx9WFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280709471291645115.post-6361995001025159682</id><published>2011-01-21T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:42:08.699-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-21T00:42:08.699-08:00</app:edited><title>From my twisted mind...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ZcGh0NplMg/TTlGpdG9b_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/TjV9Gsd9XYI/s1600/IMG_7435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ZcGh0NplMg/TTlGpdG9b_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/TjV9Gsd9XYI/s200/IMG_7435.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: initial !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What else we have? A broken glass in the insane mind, a bottle of the finest lies...what if I choose wrong? what if what I see, is what it is in real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2280709471291645115-6361995001025159682?l=thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~4/70w6f4QADhc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/feeds/6361995001025159682/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2280709471291645115&amp;postID=6361995001025159682&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/6361995001025159682?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2280709471291645115/posts/default/6361995001025159682?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGoddessOfTheLeeches/~3/70w6f4QADhc/from-my-twisted-mind.html" title="From my twisted mind..." /><author><name>Anelyda Polichaeta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157406468300587718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iaCUS6VuaMo/TdFV-jwE3pI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IB66tNm4D-4/s220/IMG_0738.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ZcGh0NplMg/TTlGpdG9b_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/TjV9Gsd9XYI/s72-c/IMG_7435.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thepainfuloftheleeches.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-my-twisted-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

