<?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-8015339863719333214</id><updated>2011-10-04T18:06:00.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No te escondas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-3312253274198667356</id><published>2011-09-24T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T04:41:57.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doble realidad o ficción, no hagas como que no te das cuenta. Estoy dejando que esto fluya, puede que necesite bastantes clases de flow, pero ahora que no creo que nadie lea esto. Voy a patina y a hacer lo que me dé la gana.&lt;br /&gt;Hellboyz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-3312253274198667356?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3312253274198667356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3312253274198667356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2011/09/doble-realidad-o-ficcion-no-hagas-como.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-2711257184036374883</id><published>2011-06-24T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:37:31.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nací sin saber hablar y no quiero morir sin saber decir&lt;br /&gt;"tía paso de ti"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-2711257184036374883?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2711257184036374883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2711257184036374883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/naci-sin-saber-hablar-y-no-quiero-morir.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-5384162961726491060</id><published>2011-06-22T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:01:57.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eres tonto&lt;br /&gt;frecuencia alélica del alelo dominante&lt;br /&gt;frecuencia genotípica del homocigoto dominante&lt;br /&gt;a ver quien está simpática cuando vengas buscando ejercicios de matemáticas.&lt;br /&gt;Paso de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Que os den.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-5384162961726491060?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5384162961726491060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5384162961726491060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/eres-tonto-frecuencia-alelica-del-alelo.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-1461836607659315308</id><published>2011-06-19T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T17:27:01.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Por qué me hace gracia?&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué esa boca?&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué te miro así?&lt;br /&gt;¿Celos de algo que ni siquiera me gusta?&lt;br /&gt;Odio al subconsciente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-1461836607659315308?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/1461836607659315308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/1461836607659315308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-que-me-hace-gracia-por-que-esa-boca.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-7248529003796690092</id><published>2011-06-08T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T05:13:09.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tú te vas a quedar con lo bueno. Me gustaría,&lt;br /&gt;pero a mí,&lt;br /&gt;lo malo me lo vuelve gris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-7248529003796690092?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7248529003796690092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7248529003796690092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/tu-te-vas-quedar-con-lo-bueno.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-5544996058989713784</id><published>2011-06-06T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:42:41.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estoy escalando por la pared de un agujero, del que lo único que sé es que el fondo era de hormigón, y que estaba oscuro. Me resbalo a veces, sí. Y tengo más de una postilla en las rodillas. Pero además de esos resbalones, cada lágrima por algo que no eres tú, hace que aparezca una pequeña escalera en la pared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-5544996058989713784?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5544996058989713784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5544996058989713784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2011/06/estoy-escalando-por-la-pared-de-un.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-7165344305735001938</id><published>2011-02-22T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:47:33.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Los mundos paralelos son raros,&lt;br /&gt;mucho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-7165344305735001938?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7165344305735001938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7165344305735001938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/los-mundos-paralelos-son-raros-mucho.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-288059046419284839</id><published>2011-02-22T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:47:05.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mi matraz aforado de 250 ml guarda mucho más que simple azul de bromotimol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-288059046419284839?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/288059046419284839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/288059046419284839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2011/02/mi-matraz-aforado-de-250-ml-guarda.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-5202272743475013435</id><published>2011-01-07T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T01:25:15.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Y le sobraban los dedos de las manos por no contar decepciones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No leas este libro.&lt;/em&gt; L. Hague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-5202272743475013435?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5202272743475013435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5202272743475013435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2011/01/y-le-sobraban-los-dedos-de-las-manos.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-6985209903985332824</id><published>2010-12-21T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:36:58.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deja de repartir los tequieros como si fueran caramelos. Visto lo visto no parecen de verdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-6985209903985332824?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6985209903985332824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6985209903985332824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/12/deja-de-repartir-los-tequieros-como-si.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-8466804038292007109</id><published>2010-09-29T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:11:51.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La mayoría del tiempo sé perfectamente lo que quiero en mi vida, y si alguna vez me rayo dos, tres dias, ya me las apañaré. Y si son más, pues bueno, ya se verá. Pero no adelantes acontecimientos, no hagas como que sabes lo que me pasa, hay momentos que tú no has vivido, situaciones en las que no has estado, así que por lo menos, primero pregunta y deja que te explique. Lo vuelvo a decir. La única que está dentro de mi cabeza soy yo &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PUNTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-8466804038292007109?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8466804038292007109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8466804038292007109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-mayoria-del-tiempo-se-perfectamente.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-6352496845193474828</id><published>2010-09-23T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:41:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay gente (gente, no personas) con muy poco tacto, con &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DEMASIADO POCO&lt;/span&gt; diría yo. ¿Qué crees que haces? No, ni me preguntes siquiera como me sienta eso, que parece que muchas cosas te resbalan. Espero no ser yo una de ellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-6352496845193474828?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6352496845193474828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6352496845193474828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/09/hay-gente-gente-no-personas-con-muy.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-134576786336007041</id><published>2010-09-21T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:13:42.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Decidiste saber a qué sabía una vida"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Javier Revello Sánchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-134576786336007041?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/134576786336007041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/134576786336007041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/09/decidiste-saber-que-sabia-una-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-4535436917886465594</id><published>2010-08-04T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:20:44.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y te debo un bizcocho</title><content type='html'>¿Te has dado cuenta? A veces, entre algunas personas, hacen falta algo así como cinco años para conseguir cosas. Como la relación que ahora tengo contigo. ¿Qué ha tenido que pasar para que podamos conseguir esto? Me encanta, es la verdad. Me encanta que hablemos así, a veces como si nada, intentando hacer como que ignoramos cosas que pasaron, pero que ambos sabemos que estan ahí, y que siempre van a estar.Nunca se irá eso de hacerme pensar en algo infinito. Me encanta que me consideres alguien importante en tu vida, que me consideres una amiga, que me digas un simple "te quiero" y que así consigas hacerme llorar. Y esa ha sido una de las dos únicas veces que fue de felicidad. Me encanta que te acuerdes de mi si te vas a otro continente, que te preocupes por mí, que quieras verme. Nunca voy a olvidarte, pero creo que ya lo sabes. Los dos lo sabemos. Es especial eso que tú y yo tenemos. Y me encanta ahora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-4535436917886465594?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/4535436917886465594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/4535436917886465594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/08/te-has-dado-cuenta-veces-entre-algunas.html' title='Y te debo un bizcocho'/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-2673122587190288919</id><published>2010-06-21T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T06:36:52.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La atracción entre dos personas es química, no visual.&lt;br /&gt;Que me lo digan a mí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-2673122587190288919?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2673122587190288919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2673122587190288919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-atraccion-entre-dos-personas-es.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-5929138999433564604</id><published>2010-06-16T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:55:31.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estos pollos pueden ser tontos e infantiles, pero si algo así aparece en tu casa sin explicación... ¡son pollos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-5929138999433564604?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5929138999433564604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5929138999433564604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/06/estos-pollos-pueden-ser-tontos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-2161829542534559933</id><published>2010-05-28T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:20:46.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que la vida se nos va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como el humo de ese tren,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;como un beso en un portal&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;antes de que cuente diez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-2161829542534559933?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2161829542534559933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2161829542534559933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/05/que-la-vida-se-nos-va-como-el-humo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-5510497382174864684</id><published>2010-05-21T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:08:13.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No me estoy yendo. No quiero irme. Yo no soy así. A mi también me hace falta que me recuerdes cómo soy, quién soy yo, las cosas que hago. ¿Quieres?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-5510497382174864684?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5510497382174864684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5510497382174864684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-me-estoy-yendo.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-6213752929118623528</id><published>2010-05-07T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:07:06.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por mi culpa no confío en algunas palabras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-6213752929118623528?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6213752929118623528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6213752929118623528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-mi-culpa-no-confio-en-algunas.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-5340976050074451946</id><published>2010-05-06T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:55:28.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A veces me da la impresión de que pierdo el tiempo contándote cosas. Es un poco triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-5340976050074451946?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5340976050074451946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/5340976050074451946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/05/veces-me-da-la-impresion-de-que-pierdo.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-7154178384296924548</id><published>2010-03-31T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:20:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Demasiados&lt;em&gt; noquieros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-7154178384296924548?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7154178384296924548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7154178384296924548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/03/demasiados-noquieros.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-8989424924688469264</id><published>2010-03-31T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:17:29.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No quiero cambiar a las personas, no sé si alegrarme cuando me dices que te he cambiado, no me gusta hacer eso. Alguien me dijo una vez que mis gafas eran filosóficas porque rayaban, también dijo que si intentas cambiar a alguien que te gusta, llegaría un momento en el que todo lo que te gustaba desaparecería. ¿Y entonces, qué? No voy a pedirte que cambies por mí, ni yo voy a cambiar por ti. Sólo nos compenetramos. De eso se trata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-8989424924688469264?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8989424924688469264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8989424924688469264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-quiero-cambiar-las-personas-no-se-si.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-3274574564407088028</id><published>2010-03-31T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:10:14.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No quiero normalizar tus &lt;em&gt;tequieros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-3274574564407088028?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3274574564407088028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3274574564407088028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-quiero-normalizar-tus-tequieros.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-6631035844028109336</id><published>2010-01-03T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:58:14.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/S0C-MDfZeTI/AAAAAAAAALU/bgG5JHjuuT4/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422543065658784050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/S0C-MDfZeTI/AAAAAAAAALU/bgG5JHjuuT4/s320/P1010077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si no puedo esconderlo, será por algo ¿no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fue una buena forma de empezar el año.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-6631035844028109336?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6631035844028109336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6631035844028109336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-no-puedo-esconderlo-sera-por-algo-no.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/S0C-MDfZeTI/AAAAAAAAALU/bgG5JHjuuT4/s72-c/P1010077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-4303191924681869103</id><published>2009-12-31T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:30:14.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha pasado media hora de tu vida y aún sientes que es por la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Solución: báñate en música.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-4303191924681869103?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/4303191924681869103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/4303191924681869103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/12/ha-pasado-media-hora-de-tu-vida-y-aun.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-9067045570195836820</id><published>2009-12-29T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:19:04.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Necesito saber si puedes quererme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-9067045570195836820?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/9067045570195836820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/9067045570195836820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/12/necesito-saber-si-puedes-quererme.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-6088164426309432963</id><published>2009-12-19T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:06:39.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tus ojos dicen cosas distintas que los ojos de los demás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-6088164426309432963?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6088164426309432963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6088164426309432963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/12/tus-ojos-dicen-cosas-distintas-que-los.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-8841651316685301470</id><published>2009-12-01T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:14:49.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiero perder el último tren a casa para poder pasar una noche contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Hay una cosa que echo en falta, pero sé que está en tus ojos. No tienes que decir nada, no hace falta que digas nada. Sólo mírame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-8841651316685301470?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8841651316685301470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8841651316685301470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiero-perder-el-ultimo-tren-casa-para.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-928873952863949197</id><published>2009-11-21T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:57:12.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si alguna vez me quedo callada mientras estoy contigo puede ser por dos cosas.&lt;br /&gt;O sobran las palabras, o estoy disfrutando del momento.&lt;br /&gt;No pienses que es porque no tengo nada que decir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-928873952863949197?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/928873952863949197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/928873952863949197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-alguna-vez-me-quedo-callada-mientras.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-2681380115557640938</id><published>2009-11-17T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:34:22.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿me dejas que te quiera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-2681380115557640938?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2681380115557640938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2681380115557640938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-dejas-que-te-quiera.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-1776288806924413869</id><published>2009-11-15T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:01:59.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me han despertado tirando piedrecitas a mi ventana :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-1776288806924413869?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/1776288806924413869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/1776288806924413869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-han-despertado-tirando-piedrecitas.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-3318602060089142682</id><published>2009-11-14T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:07:46.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>¿sabes que estás consiguiendo que me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;enamore&lt;/span&gt; de ti? Quiero comerme el mundo contigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-3318602060089142682?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3318602060089142682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3318602060089142682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabes-que-estas-consiguiendo-que-me.html' title='...'/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-6655858226763860065</id><published>2009-11-09T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:15:44.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La melancolía es un licor bien caro,&lt;br /&gt;y no te has dado cuenta, ya te he emborrachado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-6655858226763860065?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6655858226763860065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/6655858226763860065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-melancolia-es-un-licor-bien-caro-y.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-2746094516003628994</id><published>2009-11-07T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T04:28:50.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque llorar de felicidad hace que veas lo pequeña que eres en el mundo y lo grande que eres dentro de ti misma. Hace que te des cuenta de la verdadera melodía de las canciones, ves que hay gente que de verdad espera lago de ti, aunque tú no esperes nada de ti misma, y eso te sorprende. Y no solo eso. Descubres que le importas a alguien y que es recíproco, tampoco te l o esperabas. Ves todo eso y, de repente, el mundo se vuelve verde y no sabes si quieres reír o llorar. Porque tú no sabes hasta que punto eres y has sido importante, lo que has marcado. No quiero perderte del todo, pase lo que pase, cuatro años unen mucho, 450 días tembién. Y si esto no se llama felicidad, no sé lo que es.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-2746094516003628994?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2746094516003628994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2746094516003628994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/porque-llorar-de-felicidad-hace-que.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-7245195992028575076</id><published>2009-11-02T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:18:18.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No dejes de mirarme con tus ojos de agua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-7245195992028575076?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7245195992028575076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7245195992028575076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-dejes-de-mirarme-con-tus-ojos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-3299045249855674805</id><published>2009-10-30T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:06:57.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quiero creer que sí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-3299045249855674805?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3299045249855674805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3299045249855674805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiero-creer-que-si.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-3380015296554757505</id><published>2009-10-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:36:38.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A veces siento que me miras directamente a los ojos... ¿será verdad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-3380015296554757505?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3380015296554757505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3380015296554757505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/10/veces-siento-que-me-miras-directamente.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-2452474909821105194</id><published>2009-10-29T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:25:14.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No tengo nada que esconder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-2452474909821105194?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2452474909821105194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/2452474909821105194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-tengo-nada-que-esconder.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-8209121067057383396</id><published>2009-10-28T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:38:15.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Ahora siento como los moles se revolucionan, es por la química, pero no por la del examen de mañana. No me mires de esa manera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-8209121067057383396?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8209121067057383396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8209121067057383396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-8045425963434217219</id><published>2009-10-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:17:56.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! y no se me ocurre nada más que decir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-8045425963434217219?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8045425963434217219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/8045425963434217219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/10/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='._.'/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-1427596239999766073</id><published>2009-09-18T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:36:13.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Este [...] porque es &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-1427596239999766073?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/1427596239999766073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/1427596239999766073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-3603359543753195378</id><published>2009-06-14T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:24:14.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay</title><content type='html'>personas a las que el tiempo se les escapa por los ojos (porque son como ventanas). También hay personas a las que no se les escapa el tiempo por esas ventanas, y  no porque estén cerradas, sin porque están muy abiertas :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-3603359543753195378?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3603359543753195378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/3603359543753195378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2009/06/hay.html' title='Hay'/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-7446941826942981264</id><published>2008-12-07T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:12:47.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/STvntcI-y6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/WyhiYuyDnO4/s1600-h/RIM01735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277066156228660130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/STvntcI-y6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/WyhiYuyDnO4/s400/RIM01735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/STvnOo-TrEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wESNHeL2ah0/s1600-h/RIM01735.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dejad de organizar mi vida, sé perfectamente lo que tengo que hacer. Soy independiente, me gusta hacer cosas sola. No me gusta hacer trabajos en grupo, me gusta hacer las cosas a mi manera. Digo que soy independiente, aunque puede que también sea algo egoísta. De todas formas, no me gusta que me controlen. Sólo yo soy dueña de mí misma.&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/8015339863719333214-7446941826942981264?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7446941826942981264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7446941826942981264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2008/12/dejad-de-organizar-mi-vida-s.html' title=''/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/STvntcI-y6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/WyhiYuyDnO4/s72-c/RIM01735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015339863719333214.post-7503491017475986444</id><published>2008-11-03T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:41:29.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No te escondas</title><content type='html'>No te escondas de tu sombra, que no sabes cuando le puede dar por sonreír.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015339863719333214-7503491017475986444?l=tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7503491017475986444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015339863719333214/posts/default/7503491017475986444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tusombretesonrie.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-te-escondas.html' title='No te escondas'/><author><name>sigo siendo yo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14225728953794026423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qzQdlaj6TPQ/SrEbTUyYnLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nDJtdRKLmBw/S220/DSCN2679-pola.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
