<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220</id><updated>2011-12-15T04:56:52.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La mirada melancólica</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-832176347660611121</id><published>2009-09-14T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:47:23.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sq4DE3JAZ2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/IORGzw-n41o/s1600-h/Manos+curtidas+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sq4DE3JAZ2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/IORGzw-n41o/s400/Manos+curtidas+copia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381241986810406754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa el tiempo, rápido, lento&lt;br /&gt;Con sus horas minutos y segundos, el  tiempo pasa.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo cura heridas, el  tiempo enseña, el  tiempo da la razón, el  tiempo hace madurar.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo te da sabiduría, maldita  sabiduría bendita ignorancia.&lt;br /&gt;No importa que hagamos para pararle, el  tiempo se hace notar en tus manos, en tu cuerpo y en el esfuerzo que has empleado para detenerle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-832176347660611121?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/832176347660611121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/09/pasa-el-tiempo-rapido-lento-con-sus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/832176347660611121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/832176347660611121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/09/pasa-el-tiempo-rapido-lento-con-sus.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sq4DE3JAZ2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/IORGzw-n41o/s72-c/Manos+curtidas+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-3298910286093758766</id><published>2009-05-29T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T03:21:56.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El cuento de Volver al mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sh-3HNE5aaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K0rqwvwPpX8/s1600-h/Contando+el+cuento+de+mi+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sh-3HNE5aaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K0rqwvwPpX8/s400/Contando+el+cuento+de+mi+vida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341189017481865634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Volver al mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la última página del cuento de hadas &lt;br /&gt;como una tragedia &lt;br /&gt;de nuevo el final se reescribió &lt;br /&gt;y de vista perdí el corazón de ese único ser &lt;br /&gt;en que siempre mi alma confió. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor y los sueños no son nada más &lt;br /&gt;que castillos de arena &lt;br /&gt;efímeros y desmoronados ante ti &lt;br /&gt;aunque eso no es lo que deseabas tú. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero aún no he podido olvidar &lt;br /&gt;la canción que escuche &lt;br /&gt;y la que tú sin cesar no dejabas de cantar &lt;br /&gt;cada vez que la oigo sonar &lt;br /&gt;pienso que puede ser &lt;br /&gt;que el ayer vuelva un día regresar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que voy a volver &lt;br /&gt;y de estas cadenas &lt;br /&gt;que hoy me someten con tantas penas &lt;br /&gt;pronto me voy a liberar &lt;br /&gt;volviéndome a reencontrar con el mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-3298910286093758766?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/3298910286093758766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-cuento-de-volver-al-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/3298910286093758766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/3298910286093758766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-cuento-de-volver-al-mar.html' title='El cuento de Volver al mar'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sh-3HNE5aaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K0rqwvwPpX8/s72-c/Contando+el+cuento+de+mi+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-8877669843719144850</id><published>2009-05-24T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:05:40.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango - El ultimo Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/ShwTQSEVjWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wZwivRhcg7k/s1600-h/Tomando+cafe_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/ShwTQSEVjWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wZwivRhcg7k/s400/Tomando+cafe_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340164428603428194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llega tu recuerdo en torbellino,&lt;br /&gt;vuelve en el otoño a atardecer&lt;br /&gt;miro la garúa, y mientras miro,&lt;br /&gt;gira la cuchara de café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del último café&lt;br /&gt;que tus labios con frío,&lt;br /&gt;pidieron esa vez&lt;br /&gt;con la voz de un suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo tu desdén,&lt;br /&gt;te evoco sin razón,&lt;br /&gt;te escucho sin que estés.&lt;br /&gt;"Lo nuestro terminó",&lt;br /&gt;dijiste en un adiós&lt;br /&gt;de azúcar y de hiel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Lo mismo que el café,&lt;br /&gt;que el amor, que el olvido!&lt;br /&gt;Que el vértigo final&lt;br /&gt;de un rencor sin porqué...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y allí, con tu impiedad,&lt;br /&gt;me vi morir de pie,&lt;br /&gt;medí tu vanidad&lt;br /&gt;y entonces comprendí mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;sin para qué...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llovía y te ofrecí, ¡el último café!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-8877669843719144850?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/8877669843719144850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/tango-el-ultimo-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/8877669843719144850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/8877669843719144850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/tango-el-ultimo-cafe.html' title='Tango - El ultimo Cafe'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/ShwTQSEVjWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wZwivRhcg7k/s72-c/Tomando+cafe_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-3479742609691957310</id><published>2009-05-10T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:31:00.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando para ir al Norte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sgc5Xd1dlmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WRbVdbNq-t0/s1600-h/Esperando+al+tren+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sgc5Xd1dlmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WRbVdbNq-t0/s400/Esperando+al+tren+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334295358952281698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana va a ser un gran día te lo digo yo&lt;br /&gt;nos vamos a mirar las caras entre todos&lt;br /&gt;el norte no va a estar arriba, va a ser todo sur&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay dolor&lt;br /&gt;ya no duele y no va a doler&lt;br /&gt;si todo lo que te lastima el tiempo lo hace durar&lt;br /&gt;hasta que seas consciente que no te hace daño&lt;br /&gt;si yo no se lo digo a nadie, pero me di cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que pudo ser peor, que no fue para tanto&lt;br /&gt;y vos preguntarás por qué esperamos tanto&lt;br /&gt;solo para tomar impulso&lt;br /&gt;y llegar más alto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-3479742609691957310?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/3479742609691957310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/esperando-para-ir-al-norte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/3479742609691957310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/3479742609691957310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/esperando-para-ir-al-norte.html' title='Esperando para ir al Norte...'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sgc5Xd1dlmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WRbVdbNq-t0/s72-c/Esperando+al+tren+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-1449730135101638870</id><published>2009-05-08T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:30:03.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi pasatiempo favorito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SgQxY46hm8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/StAgroB8izA/s1600-h/IMG_2774+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SgQxY46hm8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/StAgroB8izA/s400/IMG_2774+copia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333442162377989058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperandote,deje pasar el tiempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-1449730135101638870?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/1449730135101638870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/1449730135101638870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/1449730135101638870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Mi pasatiempo favorito'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SgQxY46hm8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/StAgroB8izA/s72-c/IMG_2774+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-6090234826520307028</id><published>2009-05-06T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:03:27.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El camino Marcado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SgHs7l1CZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9pE5zhk9qec/s1600-h/Camino+marcado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SgHs7l1CZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9pE5zhk9qec/s400/Camino+marcado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332803942294382098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da por preguntar&lt;br /&gt;¿de dónde he salido y de qué valdrá&lt;br /&gt;marcharme lejos, cambiarlo todo por un monte?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-6090234826520307028?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/6090234826520307028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-camino-marcado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/6090234826520307028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/6090234826520307028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-camino-marcado.html' title='El camino Marcado'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SgHs7l1CZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9pE5zhk9qec/s72-c/Camino+marcado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-3518027838994229171</id><published>2009-05-03T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:08:42.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenaje a un Hound Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sf3rc7tgmuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ht1O_-Pcoak/s1600-h/Victor+y+el+bajo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sf3rc7tgmuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ht1O_-Pcoak/s400/Victor+y+el+bajo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331676416173972194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Victor,tocame el Bajo como tu ya lo sabes..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-3518027838994229171?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/3518027838994229171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/homenaje-un-hound-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/3518027838994229171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/3518027838994229171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/homenaje-un-hound-dog.html' title='Homenaje a un Hound Dog'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sf3rc7tgmuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ht1O_-Pcoak/s72-c/Victor+y+el+bajo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-7278159135395777496</id><published>2009-05-02T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:16:48.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por la mañana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfzUQE-p7OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OZnEEkh6ubE/s1600-h/El+burro+del+pueblo+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfzUQE-p7OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OZnEEkh6ubE/s400/El+burro+del+pueblo+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331369431579356386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mayoría de las veces, al levantarme y verme en un espejo, digo, "Ugh"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-7278159135395777496?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/7278159135395777496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-la-manana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/7278159135395777496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/7278159135395777496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-la-manana.html' title='Por la mañana'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfzUQE-p7OI/AAAAAAAAAEw/OZnEEkh6ubE/s72-c/El+burro+del+pueblo+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-7973365115918420322</id><published>2009-05-02T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:06:19.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfzR2PfiWnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Xd6vkkq3wKo/s1600-h/Ojos+cerrados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfzR2PfiWnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Xd6vkkq3wKo/s400/Ojos+cerrados.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331366788701772402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curioso,uno cierra los ojos y el mundo desaparece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-7973365115918420322?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/7973365115918420322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/curiosouno-cierra-los-ojos-y-el-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/7973365115918420322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/7973365115918420322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/curiosouno-cierra-los-ojos-y-el-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfzR2PfiWnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Xd6vkkq3wKo/s72-c/Ojos+cerrados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-5567631885293635428</id><published>2009-05-01T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:10:48.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volando alto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SftzQFhbsFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ynWS7C9gcoE/s1600-h/La+inmaculada+enojada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SftzQFhbsFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ynWS7C9gcoE/s400/La+inmaculada+enojada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330981304120619090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mido 1.70m, pero déjame decirte que con tacones soy más alta."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-5567631885293635428?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/5567631885293635428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/volando-alto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/5567631885293635428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/5567631885293635428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/volando-alto.html' title='Volando alto'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SftzQFhbsFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ynWS7C9gcoE/s72-c/La+inmaculada+enojada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-1700041387996046548</id><published>2009-05-01T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:54:04.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailando con sapos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SftECcUf4sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iqBlmUB4mtE/s1600-h/Bailando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SftECcUf4sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iqBlmUB4mtE/s400/Bailando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330929392675709634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me alegra tanto escuchar tus promesas mientras te alejas, saber que  no piensas volver algún día cuando los sapos bailen flamenco"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-1700041387996046548?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/1700041387996046548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-alegra-tanto-escuchar-tus-promesas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/1700041387996046548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/1700041387996046548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-alegra-tanto-escuchar-tus-promesas.html' title='Bailando con sapos'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SftECcUf4sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iqBlmUB4mtE/s72-c/Bailando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-6634403913388671008</id><published>2009-05-01T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:53:39.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demasiada comunicacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfrZnEMsS-I/AAAAAAAAADw/_0uOqVHZaAY/s1600-h/En+la+oficina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfrZnEMsS-I/AAAAAAAAADw/_0uOqVHZaAY/s400/En+la+oficina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330812374111505378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Mi problema de incomunicación es no poder incomunicarme¡&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-6634403913388671008?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/6634403913388671008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-problema-de-incomunicacion-es-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/6634403913388671008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/6634403913388671008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-problema-de-incomunicacion-es-no.html' title='Demasiada comunicacion'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfrZnEMsS-I/AAAAAAAAADw/_0uOqVHZaAY/s72-c/En+la+oficina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-4159292440071938476</id><published>2009-04-30T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:38:27.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abre tu mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sfnhlu4uxEI/AAAAAAAAADo/KAmaI0_Uuck/s1600-h/Abriendo+mentes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sfnhlu4uxEI/AAAAAAAAADo/KAmaI0_Uuck/s400/Abriendo+mentes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330539672327078978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El idealismo es el último lujo de la juventud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-4159292440071938476?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/4159292440071938476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/abre-tu-mente.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/4159292440071938476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/4159292440071938476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/abre-tu-mente.html' title='Abre tu mente'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sfnhlu4uxEI/AAAAAAAAADo/KAmaI0_Uuck/s72-c/Abriendo+mentes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-7600968926184032816</id><published>2009-04-30T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:29:22.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La libertad es banal si no es compartida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnfBK3Ql8I/AAAAAAAAADg/9Eib1PM21tQ/s1600-h/En+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnfBK3Ql8I/AAAAAAAAADg/9Eib1PM21tQ/s400/En+rosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330536845158684610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y soy libre y no me sirve ¿para qué quiere la libertad en la luna un tigre?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-7600968926184032816?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/7600968926184032816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-libertad-es-vanal-si-no-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/7600968926184032816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/7600968926184032816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-libertad-es-vanal-si-no-es.html' title='La libertad es banal si no es compartida'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnfBK3Ql8I/AAAAAAAAADg/9Eib1PM21tQ/s72-c/En+rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-5133351277530180158</id><published>2009-04-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:24:31.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los ecos de tu recuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnewH83gUI/AAAAAAAAADY/P2O3Wq5GTeM/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnewH83gUI/AAAAAAAAADY/P2O3Wq5GTeM/s400/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330536552319123778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo único malo del silencio era oír el eco de sus propios pensamientos"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-5133351277530180158?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/5133351277530180158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/los-ecos-de-tu-recuerdo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/5133351277530180158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/5133351277530180158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/los-ecos-de-tu-recuerdo.html' title='Los ecos de tu recuerdo'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnewH83gUI/AAAAAAAAADY/P2O3Wq5GTeM/s72-c/DSC00321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-9025198505078726614</id><published>2009-04-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:23:31.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entra y no salgas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sfneh6LPWJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/apsCVLqvyZY/s1600-h/El+cielo+se+estremese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sfneh6LPWJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/apsCVLqvyZY/s400/El+cielo+se+estremese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330536308103141522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo se estremese al verte entrar en mi cama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-9025198505078726614?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/9025198505078726614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/entra-y-no-salgas_30.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/9025198505078726614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/9025198505078726614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/entra-y-no-salgas_30.html' title='Entra y no salgas'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sfneh6LPWJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/apsCVLqvyZY/s72-c/El+cielo+se+estremese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-4972790744841648761</id><published>2009-04-30T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:22:18.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic blue..it's good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfneNz3XB5I/AAAAAAAAADI/hJhQBQRO7Iw/s1600-h/Descansando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfneNz3XB5I/AAAAAAAAADI/hJhQBQRO7Iw/s400/Descansando.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330535962811762578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer hablé con el hombre oreja de ojos de lobo. Me preguntó How are you? y le respondí I'm blue. Nos reímos. Me preguntó si seguía pensando en el que me ama y le dije que no, que hasta estaba dejando de sentirme culpable. Me preguntó si bebía mucho y si besaba mucho, le dije que no me estaba perdiendo por esos caminos, aunque los transito sin pena ni gloria ni principe azul... Uuuuuuu, I'm blue. Jajajaja. A veces te echo de menos, me dijo, yo también, le dije a él... A su lado todo era tristemente maravilloso, siempre había alguien a quien recordar, a quien traicionar. Cuando se ponía detrás mío para aprender a cocinar, no notaba su aliento. Después cortaba un pimiento con esas manos que nunca paraban de temblar, se me acercaba y apoyaba liegeramente su cabeza en la mía. Ambiguos y cobardes. Nunca me creí que quisiera aprender a hacer gazpacho y resultaba muy ridículo en delantal. Sin él todo es más banal, el tiempo es un día a día y en los sitios solo se está. Echo de menos a mi amigo, el que convirtió a mi blue en un blue more dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-4972790744841648761?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/4972790744841648761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/plastic-blueits-good_30.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/4972790744841648761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/4972790744841648761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/plastic-blueits-good_30.html' title='Plastic blue..it&apos;s good'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfneNz3XB5I/AAAAAAAAADI/hJhQBQRO7Iw/s72-c/Descansando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-6528310076716189768</id><published>2009-04-30T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:20:42.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomando cafe sin charla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sfnd29XjaVI/AAAAAAAAADA/5UxV3_NFA4A/s1600-h/Tomando+cafe+en+la+ventana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sfnd29XjaVI/AAAAAAAAADA/5UxV3_NFA4A/s400/Tomando+cafe+en+la+ventana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330535570225719634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella quiere charla.&lt;br /&gt;Él quiere escalofrío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella quiere distancia.&lt;br /&gt;Él quiere roce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella gasta sus besos.&lt;br /&gt;Él no besa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-6528310076716189768?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/6528310076716189768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomando-cafe-sin-charla.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/6528310076716189768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/6528310076716189768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomando-cafe-sin-charla.html' title='Tomando cafe sin charla'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/Sfnd29XjaVI/AAAAAAAAADA/5UxV3_NFA4A/s72-c/Tomando+cafe+en+la+ventana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-8407908159608262424</id><published>2009-04-30T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:19:34.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todabia no estoy loca,solo pierdo la cordura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfndkJL3qII/AAAAAAAAAC4/dzGng47R1sU/s1600-h/te+amo+en+mi+locura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfndkJL3qII/AAAAAAAAAC4/dzGng47R1sU/s400/te+amo+en+mi+locura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330535246980425858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabe el loco que está loco? ¿O los locos son los demás, que se empeñan en convencerle de su sinrazón para salvaguardar su existencia de quimeras?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-8407908159608262424?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/8407908159608262424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/todabia-no-estoy-locasolo-pierdo-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/8407908159608262424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/8407908159608262424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/todabia-no-estoy-locasolo-pierdo-la.html' title='Todabia no estoy loca,solo pierdo la cordura'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfndkJL3qII/AAAAAAAAAC4/dzGng47R1sU/s72-c/te+amo+en+mi+locura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-8006183842052552546</id><published>2009-04-30T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:15:56.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La llamada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfncvQOk5MI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZZEZdcy8LxI/s1600-h/La+llamada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfncvQOk5MI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZZEZdcy8LxI/s400/La+llamada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330534338337760450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue la conversación telefónica más larga de su vida.&lt;br /&gt;Duro seis segundos.&lt;br /&gt;Solo le dijeron adiós. Él le dijo adiós.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se detuvo.&lt;br /&gt;El ultimo segundo fue eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-8006183842052552546?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/8006183842052552546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-llamada_30.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/8006183842052552546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/8006183842052552546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-llamada_30.html' title='La llamada'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfncvQOk5MI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZZEZdcy8LxI/s72-c/La+llamada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-6376792460445658924</id><published>2009-04-30T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:14:56.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida en un orgasmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfncfVS3hEI/AAAAAAAAACo/Fj_q6ItByvg/s1600-h/Orgasmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfncfVS3hEI/AAAAAAAAACo/Fj_q6ItByvg/s400/Orgasmo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330534064820028482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Pienso que la forma en la que la vida fluye está mal. Debería ser al revés: uno debería morir primero, para salir de eso de una vez.&lt;br /&gt;Luego, vivir en un asilo de ancianos hasta que te saquen cuando ya no eres tan viejo para estar ahí. Entonces empiezas a trabajar, trabajar por cuarenta años hasta que eres lo suficientemente joven para disfrutar de tu jubilación. Luego fiestas, parrandas, drogas, alcohol. Diversión, amantes, novios, novias, todo, hasta que estás listo para entrar a la secundaria...&lt;br /&gt;Después pasas a la primaria, y eres un niño (a) que se la pasa jugando sin responsabilidades de ningún tipo...&lt;br /&gt;Luego pasas a ser en bebé, y vas de nuevo al vientre materno, y ahí pasas los mejores y últimos 9 meses de tu vida flotando en un líquido tibio, hasta que tu vida se apaga en un tremendo orgasmo... ¡¡ESO SI ES VIDA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-6376792460445658924?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/6376792460445658924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-vida-en-un-orgasmo_30.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/6376792460445658924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/6376792460445658924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-vida-en-un-orgasmo_30.html' title='La vida en un orgasmo'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfncfVS3hEI/AAAAAAAAACo/Fj_q6ItByvg/s72-c/Orgasmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-7898936241625597427</id><published>2009-04-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:11:04.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las vacas tambien quieren bailar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnblcCN6HI/AAAAAAAAACg/l_b7kJlsL5Q/s1600-h/Vaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnblcCN6HI/AAAAAAAAACg/l_b7kJlsL5Q/s400/Vaca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533070196828274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bailaría contigo hasta que vuelvan las vacas a casa. Aunque pensandolo bien, preferiría bailar con las vacas cuando vuelvas a casa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frace de la pelicula "Duck Soup"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-7898936241625597427?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/7898936241625597427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-vacas-tambien-quieren-bailar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/7898936241625597427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/7898936241625597427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-vacas-tambien-quieren-bailar.html' title='Las vacas tambien quieren bailar'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnblcCN6HI/AAAAAAAAACg/l_b7kJlsL5Q/s72-c/Vaca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2539087031141052220.post-620278329250722997</id><published>2009-04-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:09:25.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buscando cada dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnalloaOxI/AAAAAAAAACY/gnBn0h40UnQ/s1600-h/La+escalera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnalloaOxI/AAAAAAAAACY/gnBn0h40UnQ/s400/La+escalera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330531973261310738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscar la felicidad es sólo otro pretexto para ser aún más infelices...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2539087031141052220-620278329250722997?l=lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/feeds/620278329250722997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/buscando-cada-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/620278329250722997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2539087031141052220/posts/default/620278329250722997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradamelancolica.blogspot.com/2009/04/buscando-cada-dia.html' title='Buscando cada dia...'/><author><name>Sammy Anello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15849413122039016945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4p8AIWUB1o/SfnalloaOxI/AAAAAAAAACY/gnBn0h40UnQ/s72-c/La+escalera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
