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gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcBR3wzeSp7ImA9WxBTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2633716938612423898.post-5787709760119748057</id><published>2009-12-11T09:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:27:36.281+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-11T09:27:36.281+01:00</app:edited><title>Es genial ser músico...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHFNR-tOm8U/SyICKUo5woI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uEPLqV4HJ1g/s1600-h/P1000584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413892078414971522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHFNR-tOm8U/SyICKUo5woI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uEPLqV4HJ1g/s400/P1000584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQERHk5eip7ImA9WxNaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2633716938612423898.post-1137626031632588926</id><published>2009-12-04T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:18:25.722+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-04T15:18:25.722+01:00</app:edited><title>SOMEBODY TOLD ME (THE KILLERS)</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somebody told me, fue el single debut de la banda estadounidense liderada por el polifacético Brandon Flowers, y forma parte de su primer álbum, "Hot Fuss".El vídeo oficial es un homenaje al de la canción "Crystal" de New Order, pues de ese videoclip tomaron The Killers su nombre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCfkc35lXuo&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param 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href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2633716938612423898/posts/default/1137626031632588926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2633716938612423898/posts/default/1137626031632588926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ruatravesa.blogspot.com/2009/12/somebody-told-me-killers.html" title="SOMEBODY TOLD ME (THE KILLERS)" /><author><name>aljorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432156355672245320</uri><email>aljorista@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06312629865524119483" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNSXg-eSp7ImA9WxNbF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2633716938612423898.post-538541030073809130</id><published>2009-11-20T13:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:01:38.651+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-20T14:01:38.651+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHFNR-tOm8U/SwaREeM88PI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qenYOubfBx0/s1600/P1030486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406167908717752562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHFNR-tOm8U/SwaREeM88PI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qenYOubfBx0/s400/P1030486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor, de grano a grano, de planeta a planeta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la red del viento con sus países sombríos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la guerra con sus zapatos de sangre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o bien el día y la noche de la espiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por donde fuimos, islas o puentes o banderas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;violines del fugaz otoño acribillado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;repitió la alegría los labios de la copa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el dolor nos detuvo con su lección de llanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En todas las repúblicas desarrollaba el viento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;su pabellón impune, su glacial cabellera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y luego regresaba la flor a sus trabajos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pero en nosotros nunca se calcinó el otoño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y en nuestra patria inmóvil germinaba y crecía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el amor con los derechos del rocío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0z1Mo7O6dE&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0z1Mo7O6dE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ruatravesa.blogspot.com/2009/11/amor-de-grano-grano-de-planeta-planeta.html" title="" /><author><name>aljorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432156355672245320</uri><email>aljorista@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06312629865524119483" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHFNR-tOm8U/SwaREeM88PI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qenYOubfBx0/s72-c/P1030486.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMHSHYzfSp7ImA9WxNbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2633716938612423898.post-1581696013028388302</id><published>2009-11-16T14:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:07:19.885+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-16T15:07:19.885+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHFNR-tOm8U/SwFciZ4LaEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SzZJ6tYcPME/s1600/Jardines+de+Sabatini,+Madrid,+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404702773953128514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHFNR-tOm8U/SwFciZ4LaEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SzZJ6tYcPME/s400/Jardines+de+Sabatini,+Madrid,+2009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas, muslos blancos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te pareces al mundo en tu actitud de entrega.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi cuerpo de labriego salvaje te socaba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y hace saltar el hijo del fondo de la tierra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui solo como un túnel. De mí huían los pájaros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y en mí la noche entraba su invasión poderosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para sobrevivirme te forjé como un arma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como una flecha en mi arco, como una piedra en mi honda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero cae la hora de la venganza y te amo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuerpo de piel, de musgo, de leche ávida y firme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡Ah los vasos del pecho! ¡Ah los ojos de ausencia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡Ah las rosas del pubis! ¡Ah tu voz lenta y triste!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuerpo de mujer mía, persistiré en tu gracia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi sed, mi ansia sin límite, ¡mi camino indeciso!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oscuros cauces donde la sed eterna sigue, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y la fatiga sigue, y el dolor infinito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/82wU5NfRfr4&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/82wU5NfRfr4&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Música: Elton John // Poema: Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2633716938612423898-1581696013028388302?l=ruatravesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ruatravesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1581696013028388302/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2633716938612423898&amp;postID=1581696013028388302&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2633716938612423898/posts/default/1581696013028388302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2633716938612423898/posts/default/1581696013028388302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ruatravesa.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuerpo-de-mujer-blancas-colinas-muslos.html" title="" /><author><name>aljorista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432156355672245320</uri><email>aljorista@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06312629865524119483" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHFNR-tOm8U/SwFciZ4LaEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SzZJ6tYcPME/s72-c/Jardines+de+Sabatini,+Madrid,+2009.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry></feed>
