<?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-4218412962593649</id><updated>2012-01-12T15:53:42.351-03:00</updated><category term='hola si blog? solo te llamaba para decirte que aun vivo. Si lo sé alto bajon'/><category term='forro'/><category term='Par-amore'/><category term='Muse'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'>Falling away with you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-490571177138266322</id><published>2009-09-10T02:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:58:17.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como quisiera gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Al mundo.&lt;br /&gt;A todos.&lt;br /&gt;Que esta soledad me esta matando. &lt;br /&gt;Se necesitan muchas risas falsas para esconder tantas lagrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero correr y escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Y no volver nunca más.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no se puede.&lt;br /&gt;Acostada. Mirando al techo. Imaginando que no estoy acá.&lt;br /&gt;Ahogandome en canciones.&lt;br /&gt;Mirando a los demonios reir y gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Demonios sin rostros, que miran pero ignoran.&lt;br /&gt;Que rien, pero no lloran.&lt;br /&gt;Luces que no iluminan.&lt;br /&gt;Colores que no alegran.&lt;br /&gt;Un mundo que te espera. Pero a mi no.&lt;br /&gt;Un futuro que te llama. Y a mi no.&lt;br /&gt;Una pasion que te mata. Pero a mi no.&lt;br /&gt;Lamentablemente no me mata.&lt;br /&gt;HEY! Puedes mirarme a los ojos y negar que no siento felicidad?&lt;br /&gt;Sientate y escuchame.&lt;br /&gt;Mirame llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Mira mis cicatrizes.&lt;br /&gt;Y no vas a poder negar que no siento felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras ustedes demonios, se aniquilan entre ustedes.&lt;br /&gt;Se matan con dagas en la espalda, yo me rio.&lt;br /&gt;Lloro...&lt;br /&gt;Pero me rio.  &lt;br /&gt;Todos ustedes miran, pero ninguno puede realmente ver.&lt;br /&gt;Parecen ciegos.&lt;br /&gt;Hagan lo que quieran&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no lo hagan alrededor mío.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que todo cambie.&lt;br /&gt;Pero tengo miedo de perder.&lt;br /&gt;Realmente necesito esto?&lt;br /&gt;Realmente me importa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Destruye esta ciudad del engaño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y echa abajo estos muros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;La paz se alzará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Y nos separará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Y nos hará insignificantes otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-490571177138266322?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/490571177138266322/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=490571177138266322' title='18 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/490571177138266322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/490571177138266322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-quisiera-gritar.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-5901741182858179052</id><published>2009-08-19T01:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:42:10.122-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He pecado.&lt;br /&gt;Me he equivocado.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora ellos me persiguen.&lt;br /&gt;No hay sonidos. No se escucha nada.&lt;br /&gt;Solamente los pasos firmes de esas figuras que no logro distinguir y mi corazón. Si si, mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Capas no escucho nada porque esta hundido en una adrenalina que jamás habia vivido  y me impide escuchar todo lo demás.&lt;br /&gt;No veo nada.&lt;br /&gt;Es ahogante esta ausencia de luz.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo ver mis manos, ni mis pies, ni el suelo y ni siquiera el cielo... estoy en la nada misma.&lt;br /&gt;Porque siempre caigo y me sucede lo mismo?&lt;br /&gt;Son esas preguntas que no encuentran respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Dios mío ayudame, las figuras negras con ojos de fuego me persiguen, me gritan, me llaman.&lt;br /&gt;No, dios, no. Por facor no dejes que me lleven. He pecado, me he equivocado pero me arrepiento. No puedes darme tu perdon?&lt;br /&gt;No hay respuesta...&lt;br /&gt;Las piernas empiezan a temblar, a cansarse. Pero debo continuar.&lt;br /&gt;Acá Dios no existe!&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez para él yo no existo.&lt;br /&gt;Me rindo.&lt;br /&gt;Me entrego.&lt;br /&gt;No hay esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;No hay salida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-5901741182858179052?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5901741182858179052/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=5901741182858179052' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5901741182858179052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5901741182858179052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-pecado.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7775213003859141708</id><published>2009-08-02T03:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:24:28.510-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Veo una luz. Me acerco a ella.&lt;br /&gt;Se escapa. Se aleja. Pero allí esta.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre creí estar ciega al no poder ver las cosas que generan felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Allí está la luz. Cada día la siento más cerca.&lt;br /&gt;Tropiezo en el camino pero al menos ahora no estoy tirada en el vacío, esperando la muerte que jamás llega.&lt;br /&gt;El sol no me alumbra.&lt;br /&gt;Las luces en la noche no existen.&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia se siente fría.&lt;br /&gt;La gente parece no verme.&lt;br /&gt;Pero al menos esta aquella luz guiándome.&lt;br /&gt;Haz un chiste y suspiraré.&lt;br /&gt;Tú reirás y yo lloraré.&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad me parece una mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera disfrutar de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera, pero aun no es tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Esta la luz.&lt;br /&gt;Esta el camino…&lt;br /&gt;Ven, abrázame. Siente las cicatrices marcadas en mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;Ven, mírame. Qué a caso no puedes ver las lagrimas que las sonrisas falsas esconden?&lt;br /&gt;Ven, mátame. Yo no puedo.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que Lucifer se burlara de mí.&lt;br /&gt;He perdido la cordura?&lt;br /&gt;Estoy viva?&lt;br /&gt;Muerta?&lt;br /&gt;Las llamas no desaparecen.&lt;br /&gt;Los ángeles del infierno agitan sus alas.&lt;br /&gt;Los pecadores se hunden en el eterno sufrimiento, atrapados por siempre. Ardiendo por siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7775213003859141708?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7775213003859141708/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7775213003859141708' title='12 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7775213003859141708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7775213003859141708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/08/veo-una-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6307882532047812431</id><published>2009-07-22T00:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:27:41.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Simplemente las lagrimas no me curan.&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos me duelen como alcohol en la herida.&lt;br /&gt;Perdone mil veces a sus pecados pero parece no aprender.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca olvido las cosas que me hizo pasar. Aunque lo perdono, porque lo quiero más de lo que lo odio. Me gustaria decirle todo a la cara, pero él nunca entiende. Puede ser que lo acepte. Pero nunca cambia.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre es igual. Termino llorando hasta quedar dormida y mis piernas ensangrentadas.&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero que cambies.&lt;br /&gt;Ella dice que siempre fuiste así que no es tu culpa... nunca es tarde para cambiar yo le digo. Pero nunca tengo esperanza de que eso pueda suceder.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaria que algun día me entiendas y así poder decirte la verdad. Que duele pero siempre es mejor que la mentira. A veces decis palabras que podrian matar si fueron cuchillos.&lt;br /&gt;Ojala algun día razones.&lt;br /&gt;Como me gustaria entregarte este papel y que lo leas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no, no puedo.&lt;br /&gt;Ojala cambies, antes de que sea demaciado tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de que cruze la puerta y no vuelva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6307882532047812431?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6307882532047812431/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6307882532047812431' title='17 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6307882532047812431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6307882532047812431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/07/simplemente-las-lagrimas-no-me-curan.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6937273249492660146</id><published>2009-07-14T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:08:04.105-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cielo?&lt;br /&gt;Infierno?&lt;br /&gt;No sé. No lo sé. A mi me parecen excusas. Eso. Excusas. La gente le teme al final, a la muerte, a lo desconocido que no pueden aceptar que no hay nada. Simplemente la nada misma.&lt;br /&gt;Morir no sé que es. Nadie lo sabe y nunca nadie vivo lo sabrá. Yo lo veo muchas veces como la solución. Al sufrimiento. Mucha gente lo ve como algo cobarde.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sufrís tanto que no te podes levantar. Que cada respiración es una agonía. Que cada segundo que pasa te pierdes en el dolor… optas por la oscuridad. Que va a llegar. Siempre llega… pero solo la provocas y cuando lo hace nadie puede vencerla.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no la llamaría.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero.&lt;br /&gt;No tengo las agallas.&lt;br /&gt;Es muy poderosa. El miedo de todos. Jamás vencida. Siempre ahí. Presente.&lt;br /&gt;El sufrimiento te hace fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;Mucha felicidad es un veneno. Porque cuando llega el sufrimiento, cuando ves lo que realmente es sentir que no hay nada. Vas a optar por el revólver. Cuando no puedas ver la luz, cuando todo sea llamas, cuando el mundo se caiga, cuando el vacio te abrume, cuando parezca no haber salida. Vas a llamar a la oscuridad. Y una vez  que llega…&lt;br /&gt;No hay escapatoria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6937273249492660146?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6937273249492660146/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6937273249492660146' title='15 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6937273249492660146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6937273249492660146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/07/cielo-infierno-no-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6419330255497795172</id><published>2009-07-13T03:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:28:53.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No tengo inspiracion para escribir.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre la tengo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy no.&lt;br /&gt;No, no.&lt;br /&gt;Capas...&lt;br /&gt;Porque no estoy triste.&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser.&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que no soy feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Pero... no estoy triste.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre escribo cosas tristes y posiblemente por eso no tengo inspiracion hoy.&lt;br /&gt;No lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;No me interesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: que opinan del diseño?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6419330255497795172?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6419330255497795172/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6419330255497795172' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6419330255497795172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6419330255497795172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-tengo-inspiracion-para-escribir.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6512320977562339525</id><published>2009-07-10T04:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:06:45.062-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sola. Sentada en el vacio. Buscando una droga que calme mi padecer. Siempre estube sola, bueno capas no. Capas siempre tube a alguien. Pero, de todos modos, igualmente me siento sola. La gente me abandona, me miente, me usa, me traiciona.&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces quisiera ser normal. Poder pensar en cosas basicas. Que me gusten cosas que a la gente le gusta. Ser aceptada. Ser feliz. LLenarme muy facil...&lt;br /&gt;Pero no creo que pueda.&lt;br /&gt;La gente es falsa, yo no puedo serlo. Capas ellos sean mayoria. Pero la ignorancia se mueve en masa. Aunque... si lo pienso bien, no se que es normal. Nadie lo sabe. Yo solo se que simplemente no lo soy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6512320977562339525?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6512320977562339525/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6512320977562339525' title='7 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6512320977562339525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6512320977562339525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/07/sola.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-1784982604040578062</id><published>2009-07-08T21:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:33:04.357-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hola si blog? solo te llamaba para decirte que aun vivo. Si lo sé alto bajon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-1784982604040578062?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/1784982604040578062/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=1784982604040578062' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1784982604040578062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1784982604040578062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/07/dah.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2550458025192494549</id><published>2009-07-05T02:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:47:52.318-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En la obscuridad... cuando parece que todo termina, que todo se quiebra, que todo desaparece, que todo no es más que un silencio que jamás acaba... mi unica esperanza es que aparescas vos. No encuentro a nadie, las ciudades brillan pero aun es todo obscuridad. Es un vacío alrededor, camino sin rumbo, sin esperanzas. La gente escapa de los pecadores y van hacia la luz... pero para mi no hay ninguna luz, no me interesa, solo te quiero a vos en esta obscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que jamás te voy a encontrar, solo me quedan las lineas del futuro y desahogar mis penas con algun cuchillo. Si viene por mi... no voy a tener miedo, voy a enfrentarla porque yo la llame. No te preocupes, viene solo por mi. Quiero ver la luz, pero solo veo las llamas.&lt;br /&gt;La gente escapa de los pecadores mientras yo muero en la eterna obscuridad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2550458025192494549?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2550458025192494549/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2550458025192494549' title='12 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2550458025192494549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2550458025192494549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-la-obscuridad.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-1928728874299207524</id><published>2009-07-03T04:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:15:08.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque no estudio. Porque duermo mucho y nunca hago nada. Porque tomo mucho y me gusta la calle. Dicen que soy vaga. Me importa un carajo. Porque no me callo y digo lo que siento. Odio a la iglesia. Vivo en anarquia. Yo no pedi nacer! Ves a donde voy. a donde estoy. y no quien soy. Ves mi frustracion, mi resignacion. No mi dolor. Mejor quemarse.&lt;br /&gt;Juventud sin futuro, temprana decepsion. Drogas y violencia, desocupacion. No es eterno tu sabor. Vuelve. Vuelve a mi. Flaca vuelve. Vuelve a mi. Entrega! Quiero desvirgarte, reventarte de verdad. Ya no hay puertas que abrir voy corriendo con satan. Quiero verla sangrar , no tengas piedad y no esperes más. Veo como sangras, veo como babeas. Un rayo de oro me ilumina... nieve blanca. Veo las lineas del futuro.&lt;br /&gt;No va más, va a estallar. no soporto la escuela. Hoy los chicos solo quieren punk rock. Escupiremos al director y mearemos al celador. Incendiaremos todas las aulas. Derrumbaremos esta sociedad. Anarquia en la escuela. Yo no te voy a matar... pero lo que es peor cuando estes agonizando y estires el brazo para agarrate de algo yo voy a estar en mi cama masturbandome, mirando como se cae el techo. Porque no se puede hablar. Porque no se puede decir. Porque esto es una mentira, tu mentira, no es mi verdad. En la argentina gente podrida que mira y pega, que viola y mata. El mejor postor tendra un espacio para controlar a los que como yo estan frente al televisor. Es una droga más.&lt;br /&gt;En la vida no hay futuro.&lt;br /&gt;El presente es el final.&lt;br /&gt;Un arco iris se desangra.&lt;br /&gt;Veo a la muerte sonreir.&lt;br /&gt;Sonriendo me hundo un poco más y vos a mi lado chupandome las heridas. Creo que estoy tocando fondo. Se desdibuja mi sonrisa. La angustia hoy se marchita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd1: no hay comentarios algunos. Mi vida es tan monotoma que no vale la pena decir una sola palabra acerca de ella. Encima ahora con 1 mes de paja total, menos. Aunque quedense tranquilos (a quien carajo le hablo?) Bue quedate tranquilo blogsito, si pasa algo... vos sos el primero en saberlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-1928728874299207524?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/1928728874299207524/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=1928728874299207524' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1928728874299207524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1928728874299207524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-no-estudio.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-4620016126787462571</id><published>2009-07-01T02:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T03:16:53.110-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No se porque soy así... bueno en realdidad si.&lt;br /&gt;Es por aquel chico. Si ese mismo. El enamorado. No hubo otro. Solo él. El primero. Y el ultimo. Encerrada en la misma burbuja de fantasía de alicia en el país de las maravillas* solo era él y nadie más. Escuchando esa cancion todos los días, soñando cada noche, aumentando la mentira. Especulando la posibilidad de que pueda ser ALGUIEN para él... cuando siempre fui un algo. Como con todos... LLorando todos los días por lo más minimo y despues riendome cuando me daba cuenta de que no pasaba nada.&lt;br /&gt;Así fueron los días más lindos de mi existencia... cuando estaba enamorada.&lt;br /&gt;Lo voy a ver una vez más... en ese lugar tan mágico... de cuentos de hadas. Como siempre feliz, ya que verlo a él era como si se me hubiera iluminado la noche y no estubiera nadie más. Solo él. Hasta que dice las palabras magicas que rompen el hechizo "No te quiero tanto como vos me queres a mi. Yo no quiero nada serio con vos. Quiero seguir estando con libertad" Y todo se volvio oscuro, con una musica muy fuerte, con gente alrededor que gritaban y corrian. Mis emociones no podían más. Estaba en el centro mismo del infierno.&lt;br /&gt;Qué debia hacer? Correr? Llorar? Pegarle? Qué? El tiempo se acababa, las primeras lagrimas ya estaban saliendo y él esperaba una respuesta. Mi burbuja estaba a punto de romperse por fin... para nunca más volverse a armar. Y ahí... es cuando le doy un beso. Para contener mis emociones... para poder disfrutar la fantasía por ultima vez. No iba a durar mucho... pero lo suficiente como para no quebrar ahí, frente a él.&lt;br /&gt;Pero... cuando al fin se fue. La burbuja se rompio. La realidad llego, la cruda y fea realidad. Y mis lagrimas salian. No podia parar, no habia manera alguna de detenerlas. Caminaba sin rumbo alguno, entre la multitud desconocida. No escuchaba voces. No veía rostros. Solo buscaba algo que no iba a llegar. Queria despertar y que todo esto fuera una pesadilla. No lo encontraba. No estaba segura de todos modos de querer encontrarlo. Lo odiaba pero lo amaba al mismo tiempo. Sabía, que al verlo todo se iba a ir. Pero no... jamás aparecio. Jamás salí del infierno. Jamás deje de llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Jamás voy a olvidar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4620016126787462571?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4620016126787462571/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=4620016126787462571' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4620016126787462571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4620016126787462571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-se-porque-soy-asi.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7968381247965124037</id><published>2009-06-26T02:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T03:13:31.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span property="dc:content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span property="dc:content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: indigo;"&gt;Brand New Eyes/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span property="dc:content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me di cuenta que soy una vicio a los vicios, no es que me di cuenta hoy, ni ayer... es algo que siempre lo supe, pero que nunca lo termino de asimilar. Que significa vicio a los vicios? Bue basicamente que soy de viciarme con casi cualquier cosa... con la computadora, con la play, con una determinada banda, con una comida, una ropa, un libro, una frase, con una persona, con una canción, un lugar, una actividad. Esto puede sonar bastante normal "AH, yo tambien estube 3 días escuchando Pirulo de Persona x" pero lo mio no es así... lo mio es un vicio bastante grave. Desde los 8 que tengo un vicio con la Playstation, en unas epocas se me fue (un poco) como a los 13 por ahi... pero en epocas (como ahora) no puedo pasar 2 días sin jugar un solo minuto es algo que me muero. Me pasa con la musica en general... sin la musica no podria vivir, es algo claro. Con casi todo me vicio... es algo bastante facil para mi.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no con las drogas, el alcohol o cosas así, jamás me vicie, ni creo llegar a ser una enferma viciada... capas si, quien sabe? Pero por ahora nada, y mira que con 1 semana ya me puedo viciar con algo... por eso me parece tan raro.&lt;br /&gt;Si gente, soy una viciada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd1:&lt;br /&gt;Paramore y su nuevo disco y mis ganas de que salga ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    1. Careful&lt;br /&gt;   2. Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;   3. Playing God&lt;br /&gt;   4. Brick by Boring Brick&lt;br /&gt;   5. Turn It Off&lt;br /&gt;   6. The Only Exception&lt;br /&gt;   7. Feeling Sorry&lt;br /&gt;   8. Looking Up&lt;br /&gt;   9. Where the Lines Overlap&lt;br /&gt;   10. Misguided Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;   11. All I Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Las canciones♥&lt;br /&gt;pd2: QUIERO FIESTA YAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;pd3: feliz cumple a ricardo iorio, aunque fue ayer necesitaba decirlo acá. Si alguno de ustedes escucho o escucha, almafuerte , hermetica, v8 debe saber de que le estoy hablando, o si solamente conocen metal argento. Como sea iorio, sos una de las personas que más la tiene clara, de la vida, de todo y  ADEMÁS DE TODO sos muy sesi, uno de mi favoritos chabones con cresta. Sos un capo, tus letras rompen ortos. Ya voy a ir a las sierras y violarte : D&lt;br /&gt;Un capo un capo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7968381247965124037?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7968381247965124037/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7968381247965124037' title='13 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7968381247965124037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7968381247965124037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/brand-new-eyes-me-di-cuenta-que-soy-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7015002859202412238</id><published>2009-06-23T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:42:13.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SkFaK7bDTAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/UWF27kYzUks/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350656976089205762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SkFaK7bDTAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/UWF27kYzUks/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAY DIOS, dios. Si alguien sabe como adelantar el tiempo me lo dice? Dale. O directamente lo adelanta hasta el 1 de septiembre y así soy feliz :D Quiero &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;, septiembre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasan varias cosas que van a hacer que mi felicidad sea extrema, al pico de que si muero, no pasa nada. (bueno en realidad eso seria en noviembre, esta de más decir que es por el estreno de new moon oh si) Esas cosas son: 1 de septiembre, sale el Guitar Hero V (que sumale que tiene un tema de muse♥) el 14 sale el nuevo disco de muse "the resistance" que va a romperrrrr ortos yo lo sé! el 29 sale el nuevo disco de paramoreeeeeeeeeee que dios, le tengo muchas espectativas! Ignorance esta muy buena, yo se que va a ser genial :D Y tambien me voy a mendoza con el colegio y soy re feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya fue todo men, a dormir hasta septiembre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7015002859202412238?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7015002859202412238/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7015002859202412238' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7015002859202412238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7015002859202412238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/hay-dios-dios.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SkFaK7bDTAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/UWF27kYzUks/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-1556185095192164408</id><published>2009-06-22T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:15:41.997-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'>Que soy? Quien soy? No tengo la más re putisima idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recien me paso algo bastante atipico, va en realidad no. Sucedio esto: esta conectada, como siempre y me agrega un persona anonima bue lo acepte y me habla. Me dice hola, y blablabla el procedimiento normal en una conversacion. Hasta que me pregunta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y vos... que sos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Yo la verdad que siempre contesto lo siguiente: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yo, soy yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; A lo que esta persona me contesta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eso ya lo se pero que sos? Flogger, emo, etc.? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A lo que le contesto como siempre: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ni idea, yo soy yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Esa situacion es bastante tipica en mi vida y casi siempre me contestan: copado, ah. Pero esta personita encantadora que ya esta eliminada de mi msn me empezo a discutir diciendo que algo tenia que ser que no se que cosa que esto que lo otro, como que si o si tenia que ser ALGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yo no se que pensaran ustedes, pero loco YO SOY YO, VOS SOS VOS Y PIRULO ES PIRULO. fin de la discucion. No me cabe para nada que me categorizen en una "tribu" porque no se... eh, tengo fotolog, porque me visto de negro, porque escucho electro, porque soy masoquita, o cosas así (aclaracion: son solo ejemplos). Si vos queres ir y decir... eh mira yo soy tal cosa, todo peola! Tu cosa. Pero a mi en lo particular no me gusta y tampoco me veo identificada en ninguna de esas cosas al 100%. Porque? Ni idea, soy algo raro, anormal... creo que ya se abran dado cuenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La musica que escucho es muy variada, mi forma de vestir varia depende a lo que me pinte, mis pensamientos son muy anormales, violentos, artisticos y mi ideologia es... yo hago lo que quiero cuando quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No se, tenia ganas de comentar esto que paso hace 15 minutos. Si no estan de acuerdo, bien por ustedes. Pero che, no me podes obligar a ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! NO TENGO GANAS! Simplemente por eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Es mucha paja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-1556185095192164408?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/1556185095192164408/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=1556185095192164408' title='5 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1556185095192164408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1556185095192164408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-soy-quien-soy-no-tengo-la-mas-re.html' title='Que soy? Quien soy? No tengo la más re putisima idea.'/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-127439489139526587</id><published>2009-06-20T20:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:25:43.489-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'>108 no son nada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sj1tm_7pDaI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zSXrppKXBQo/s1600-h/n1412255599_30229643_6340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349552449150061986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sj1tm_7pDaI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zSXrppKXBQo/s400/n1412255599_30229643_6340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FELIZ CUMPLE EDWARD QUERIDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Felices 108... aunque no te quiera demaciado, en algun momento tambien estube enamorada de vos, pero viste... jacob te supero. De todos modos siempre va a ver un poco de edwardcito en mi corazon y si algun día apareces en mi ventana (que no tengo) sabe que vas a ser bien recibido. Asi que donde quiera que estes estupido propietario de un flameante volvo, happy b-day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pd1: bueno aqui ven mi nuevo diseño del blog. Que opinan? Quiero su más sincera opinion al respecto. A quien le hablo? Bue no se, si alguien lee esto... por favor pone tu comentario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-127439489139526587?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/127439489139526587/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=127439489139526587' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/127439489139526587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/127439489139526587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/108-no-son-nada.html' title='108 no son nada!'/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sj1tm_7pDaI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zSXrppKXBQo/s72-c/n1412255599_30229643_6340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-1560979917735016966</id><published>2009-06-18T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:42:11.916-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Space dementia&lt;/span&gt; in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and peace will arise&lt;br /&gt;and tear us apart a&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make us meaningless again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, yeah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;You'll make us wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I'd cut your name in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;We'll destroy this world for you and now you want me to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cumpli. en el primer intento. siento que la buena suerte esta conmigo. vamos a ver que pasa en el siguiente día-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-1560979917735016966?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/1560979917735016966/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=1560979917735016966' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1560979917735016966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1560979917735016966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/space-dementia-in-your-eyes-and-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-4176166751954652112</id><published>2009-06-17T16:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:41:57.663-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjlI51fiMTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Acl3otrraR4/s1600-h/%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjlI51fiMTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Acl3otrraR4/s400/%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348386190928261426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De acuerdo con varias religiones orientales, el &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;karma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sería una energía metafísica (invisible e inmensurable) que se deriva de los actos de las personas. De acuerdo con las leyes del karma, cada una de las sucesivas reencarnaciones quedaría condicionada por los actos realizados en vidas anteriores. El sustantivo &lt;i&gt;kárman&lt;/i&gt; significa ‘acción’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que en mi vida pasada fui hitler, lo sé. Ahora en este momento tengo mal karma de la puta madre. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Necesito un cambio&lt;/span&gt; (ya lo sé, no es necesario que me lo digas! Lo vengo diciendo hace 2 semanas). Pero la diferencia es que ahora voy a hacer el cambio... ahora mismo, voy a cambiarme, ordenar mi cuarto, salir, salir y salir...&lt;br /&gt;Necesito &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;alejarme de eso malo de la vida&lt;/span&gt;... antes de que sea demaciado tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Ponerme a pensar lo que tengo y lo que sobra.&lt;br /&gt;Y eso que sobra... sacarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;El &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exceso&lt;/span&gt; hace &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la vaca que se que es eso malo que tengo en estos momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Una vez que lo arregle, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buen karma&lt;/span&gt; para mi&lt;/span&gt;... y chau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4176166751954652112?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4176166751954652112/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=4176166751954652112' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4176166751954652112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4176166751954652112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-acuerdo-con-varias-religiones.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjlI51fiMTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Acl3otrraR4/s72-c/%3B%3B%3B%3B%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7882165649841685185</id><published>2009-06-11T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:39:20.008-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Qué es el amor? A mi me parece bastante parecido al odio.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando uno siente amor, cuando esta en plena primavera... toda su existencia se centra en esa persona, todo su ser, toda su realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Lo unico que haces es en pensar e imaginar un futuro, una fantasia, algun deseo. De ese modo te sumergues en basicamente una ilusion, una historia que no existe, una burbuja... pero que que pasa cuando la burbuja se rompe? Que pasa cuando la realidad llega? Y bueno, el amor se convierte en odio, desepcion, amargura e ira. Uno no sabe que hacer... si correr de los problemas y escapar a la burbuja sabiendo que tarde o temprano va a explotar... o enfrentar la realidad, llorar y llorar. Sea lo que sea que hagas, el amor se convierte en veneno y el odio corre por tu ser, pero vos sabes que lo seguis amando (aunque cueste aceptarlo) y el dolor te consume.&lt;br /&gt;Pero de todos modos, el dolor es lo unico que nos hace saber que aun estamos vivos y lo importante es que no te importe que duela, ya tarde o temprano va a llegar una nueva inyeccion de amor y vas a esconder pateticamente el dolor en otra nueva burbuja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd1: perdon por poner cosas de fallidos amores pero es que a la hora de escribir siempre es lo que más me inspira... es imposible que escriba de amores que funcionan ya que no tengo de que inspirame o sostenerme.&lt;br /&gt;pd2: ya llega el viernes, al fin. Ya se ya se, porque mierda quiero que sea viernes si no tengo clases? Bue culpen a mi rareza.&lt;br /&gt;pd3: Ya mil visitas a esta cosa llamada blog y 9 seguidores que la verdad no que mierda le ven de lindo a esto... pero bue de todos modos me alegra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7882165649841685185?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7882165649841685185/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7882165649841685185' title='13 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7882165649841685185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7882165649841685185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-es-el-amor-mi-me-parece-bastante.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-3891001834716407352</id><published>2009-06-10T18:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:15:47.835-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vos en que pensas cuando te levantas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo... casi siempre en que tengo muchas obligaciones que se que aunque intente no puedo cumplirlas, sobre todo, estudiar. Estudiar, si... eso estudiar. Una historia que year tras year se repite. Mil millones de materias me llevo, y mil y una apruebo (de orto). Y todos los year lo mismo, prometo lo que se que no voy a cumplir: si, voy a estudiar voy a estudiar. Pero a quien quiero engañar? Es obvio que no lo voy a lograr. Es que la paja, como ya saben, domina mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, y ayer como todos los días me levante pensando en eso... en que tengo que estudiar para mil millones de pruebas. Pero... quien se levanta pensando que de repente tiene 14 días sin clases?&lt;br /&gt;Nadie.&lt;br /&gt;Pero saben que? Eso sucedio! Gracias a la porci. Además de no tener 14 días que ir a la prision de mierda, puedo posponer mis problemas por un tiempo y despues volver a lo mismo... a engañar al mundo con que voy a estudiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-3891001834716407352?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3891001834716407352/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=3891001834716407352' title='10 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3891001834716407352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3891001834716407352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/vos-en-que-pensas-cuando-te-levantas-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6309886654967873489</id><published>2009-06-08T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:41:29.481-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Si3Npxgsy2I/AAAAAAAAA-U/iGzfaEmcVxw/s1600-h/thekalaka_bloodysummer_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Si3Npxgsy2I/AAAAAAAAA-U/iGzfaEmcVxw/s400/thekalaka_bloodysummer_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345154450307468130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despues de 1 mes fui a gimnacia, un tremendo logro y no fue tan tan TAN terrible. Me saque 9 y 10 en historia una cosa increible. Pasaron la prueba de matematica para la cual no habia estudiado y me sentia muchisimo mejor que el día anterior.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy razone que no me gustaria ser una persona "popular". Porqué mierda llegue a esa conclucion? Bueno... mirando atentamente a la gente mientras caminaba notaba que 6 de cada 10 me miraba como con cara de conocerme y 3 de sos 6 comentaba algo al instante con el que estaba al lado y despues me miraban. Posta que es así. No se porque y creo que jamás lo voy a saber.&lt;br /&gt;No es que tengo mil millones de amigos o cosas así, al contrario tendre 10 amigos bue poneleeeee 15 amigos (postas) y despues conocidos que ni siquieran son conocidos que saludo, si no que en algun momento de mi fuckin vida los vi o algo parecido. Despues no es que estoy comprometida en una relacion con el chabon más capo del colegio(??? y como soy antisocial no hago relaciones. NO NO NO nada de lo pienses es. La gente me conoce y yo no a ellos. No me hago la capa ni nada parecido, no te estoy refregando en la cara que haaaay soy popu, no no no. A mi no me gusta esto. Cuando hago algo, ya la gente lo sabe. Hay rumores de pelotudeces increibles. Y porque? No lo sé. Nunca lo voy a saber. Yo no quiero esto. Pero bue saben que? Me chupaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pd1:Bueno, explicación corta de porque mierda iba a fallecer ayer. No es por nada emocional ni mucho menos si no que tube la resaca más horrible de mi vida, me sentia MUY MUY MUY mal y queria comentarselo al mundo sin dar muchas explicaciones dado que no podia escribir.&lt;br /&gt;Pd2: Falta demaciado para el fin de semana. Lo sé, estoy loca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6309886654967873489?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6309886654967873489/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6309886654967873489' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6309886654967873489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6309886654967873489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/despues-de-1-mes-fui-gimnacia-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Si3Npxgsy2I/AAAAAAAAA-U/iGzfaEmcVxw/s72-c/thekalaka_bloodysummer_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8836454491988533717</id><published>2009-06-07T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:41:29.481-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/DJSOUL%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo por mi estado voy a fallecer. Solo eso voy a decir-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8836454491988533717?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8836454491988533717/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=8836454491988533717' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8836454491988533717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8836454491988533717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/creo-por-mi-estado-voy-fallecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-3350508763490687551</id><published>2009-06-04T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:45:11.405-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me encuentro entre caminos distintos, donde en el medio no se que camino tomar y los pensamientos, las opciones son tantas que finalmente se termina creando una confusion. Y aqui, en el medio de todo, no hay nadie para ayudarme y solo quiero escapar de aqui, correr, correr y correr... no me importa a donde me lleve el camino, solamente me importa alejarme de la presion de elegir, de pensar en lo bueno, en lo malo, en lo que esta bien y en lo que esta mal.&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando finalmente elegi y no fue el que estaba mi hombre lobo para salvarme, si no que rompi un corazón o algo aun peor, solamente me arrepiento y quiero volver a la presion, al suspenso, a ese medio de todo con tal de elegir bien esta vez... pero no, no se puede, lamentablemente te obligan a crecer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: ya ya ya es viernes, al fin. No tube colegio hoy, ni tampoco tendre tomorrow. Espero que este finde me salgan las cosas bien, me tengo confianza.&lt;br /&gt;pd2: ah y por si se lo preguntan, sí, falle de nuevo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-3350508763490687551?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3350508763490687551/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=3350508763490687551' title='9 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3350508763490687551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3350508763490687551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-encuentro-entre-caminos-distintos.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-1869720875162253678</id><published>2009-06-04T01:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:12:10.440-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola, que tal? En mi tercer día falle nuevamente. No fui un carajo a gimnacia, me levante a las 2 de la tarde y llegue justo a la fuckin prision. Una mierda. Si soy una mierda. El mundo es una mierda.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora en este momento quiero tener plata para comprarme una remera de muse. No more. Pero no... nunca llega. Nunca nada me puede salir perfecto? No no no nunca! Me sale todo mal, en cuestiones materiales, academicas, sociales y enamorentales ajá&lt;br /&gt;Bueno tengo que parar de ser pesimista por un segundo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que algo bueno va a llegar... creo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-1869720875162253678?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/1869720875162253678/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=1869720875162253678' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1869720875162253678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1869720875162253678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/hola-que-tal-en-mi-tercer-dia-falle_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-5160839896420753701</id><published>2009-06-04T01:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:09:43.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There'll be something missing just when you found it. It's gone, Just when you feel it. You don't, It's gone forever. She stands stark naked and she beckons you to bed. Don't go, you'll only want to come back again. So don't get any big ideas they're not gonna happen. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You'll go to Hell for what your dirty mind is thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-5160839896420753701?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5160839896420753701/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=5160839896420753701' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5160839896420753701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5160839896420753701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/therell-be-something-missing-just-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7549051432258386075</id><published>2009-06-03T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:12:16.396-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiXtKkg3TMI/AAAAAAAAA-M/zZrojmi254s/s1600-h/fuck+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiXtKkg3TMI/AAAAAAAAA-M/zZrojmi254s/s400/fuck+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342937298800954562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno en mi primer día de intentar vencer a mi vagancia, fracase rotundamente.&lt;br /&gt;Veremos que pasa tomorrow, que tengo la "obligación" de ir a gimnacia y de hacer un fuckin trabajo. Además tengo pensado hacer algunas cosas que no puedo hacer en los proximos días. Veremos que sucede...&lt;br /&gt;pd: No me tengan esperanzas. Yo apostaria en contra mio.&lt;br /&gt;pd2: Quieren ver algo muy parecido a mi reaccion al ver el fuckin trailer? Bue miren esto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4w_Ybm0by8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4w_Ybm0by8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7549051432258386075?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7549051432258386075/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7549051432258386075' title='8 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7549051432258386075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7549051432258386075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/bueno-en-mi-primer-dia-de-intentar.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiXtKkg3TMI/AAAAAAAAA-M/zZrojmi254s/s72-c/fuck+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7371071405759731958</id><published>2009-06-02T23:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:17:41.493-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've read you well. I just want to get away. Cos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you used my love&lt;/span&gt; I just need to get away &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My trust in you has been abused, my trust in you has been overused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of this space...Wish we could be far away. Cos I wasted all my youth. I'll never see it again... Why can you get everything? Can you tell me why I just want to run away? Can you tell me why I just want to get away? I just want to get away...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted too much. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish we could be far away and if my wish comes true you'll never see me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7371071405759731958?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7371071405759731958/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7371071405759731958' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7371071405759731958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7371071405759731958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-read-you-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8536450023453350952</id><published>2009-06-02T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:59:43.161-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estoy cansada, pero no se de que. No hago NADA en todo el día, siempre me levanto entre 12 y 2, como (comida chatarra of course), veo tele/estoy en la compu, me baño,  me cambio, me voy al colegio, vuelvo tipo 10, como, estoy en la compu hasta tarde y me duermo. Así de lunes a jueves.&lt;br /&gt;Los viernes y sabados agregale un toque de sustancias y sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Y el domingo la resaca.&lt;br /&gt;Pero estoy cansada, todos los días y duermo como 12 horas casi siempre. Nunca estudio, no hago una actividad paralela y aun así estoy cansada. No se no se. Encima espero algun cambio en mi vida pero nunca llega, siempre metida en lo mismo, en la misma vagancia. Espero un crush (a lo lupe jajá) y no llega, llego una vez y de la peor forma posible. Quiero hacer una actividad, como aprender guitarra, empezar un curso de diseño... pero la paja domina mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que hacer un cambio es así- Prometo que lo voy a hacer, me levanto temprano y hago algo, no se voy a caminar, desayuno, algo normal... pero eso si los fines de semana siguen como estan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: el trailer de luna nueva, oh por dios oh por dios oh por dios! La fotografia, los personajes, los efectos, TODO le hace el orto a twilight. Se nota el cambio de director. Que lindos que estaban todos los cullen(: Y dios por dios fuckin fuckin cow, JACOB! Ese lomo de tremendo hijo de puta! Porque no me agarras y me partis en dos?! Y el lobo, esta más que hermoso! Ahora ni en pedo consigo llegar a noviembre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8536450023453350952?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8536450023453350952/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=8536450023453350952' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8536450023453350952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8536450023453350952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/estoy-cansada-pero-no-se-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2754295692338246569</id><published>2009-06-02T00:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:58:53.253-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiScTl-_apI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MJkVMH9zsmo/s1600-h/fuck+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiSYJWyHqbI/AAAAAAAAA8s/RCjGLJcKOxY/s400/fuck+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342562344470292914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiSYJFOubdI/AAAAAAAAA8k/78HJLnQeZ04/s1600-h/fuck+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiSYJFOubdI/AAAAAAAAA8k/78HJLnQeZ04/s400/fuck+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342562339758435794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/DJ%20Soulman/Pictures/2009-06-01%20fuck/fuck%20001.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2754295692338246569?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2754295692338246569/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2754295692338246569' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2754295692338246569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2754295692338246569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiScTl-_apI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MJkVMH9zsmo/s72-c/fuck+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-5871821791322103557</id><published>2009-05-31T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:13:51.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Los domingos no merecen ser discriminados solo por ser el día más paja de la fuckin semana- Dale ponete en el lugar de mr. domingo, imagine que casi todo el mundo solo sale para correr, pa sacar al perro, pa comer afuera o para estar con la familia. Pobrecito pobrecito! Yo te banco domingo- (más que a miercoles) Cambio y fuera- &lt;s&gt;pd: un mensaje subliminal, aguante lo trix!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-5871821791322103557?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5871821791322103557/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=5871821791322103557' title='6 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5871821791322103557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5871821791322103557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/los-domingos-no-merecen-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8813713860006166180</id><published>2009-05-31T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:41:32.722-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiMVX2xs-lI/AAAAAAAAA7M/hC6pQAYD9sU/s1600-h/thekalaka_bloodysummer_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiMVX2xs-lI/AAAAAAAAA7M/hC6pQAYD9sU/s400/thekalaka_bloodysummer_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342137082576697938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't stand in your way. Let your hatred grow&lt;br /&gt;and she'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had a name&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah she had a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; And I won't hold you back. Let your anger rise&lt;br /&gt;and we'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one will recall. No one will recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look to the stars, let hope burn in your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;and we'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all to no avail. All to no avail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;This is the last time I'll abandon you and this is the last time I'll forget you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8813713860006166180?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8813713860006166180/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=8813713860006166180' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8813713860006166180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8813713860006166180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wont-stand-in-your-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiMVX2xs-lI/AAAAAAAAA7M/hC6pQAYD9sU/s72-c/thekalaka_bloodysummer_17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-667532867576375231</id><published>2009-05-31T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:30:04.236-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Resistance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-667532867576375231?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/667532867576375231/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=667532867576375231' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/667532867576375231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6755338470281077712?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6755338470281077712/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6755338470281077712' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6755338470281077712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6755338470281077712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/satan.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8592182183891009539</id><published>2009-05-29T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:35:59.890-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q161/lucelly_bucket/2hd5zsx.gif&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8592182183891009539?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7632679627820837925</id><published>2009-05-27T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:09:39.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soy bueno?&lt;br /&gt;Soy malo?&lt;br /&gt;Ya deje de buscar esas respuestas.&lt;br /&gt;Porque no hay respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Alguien las tiene?-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7632679627820837925?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7632679627820837925/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7632679627820837925' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7632679627820837925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7632679627820837925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/soy-bueno-soy-malo-ya-deje-de-buscar.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sh3YBcL07jI/AAAAAAAAA6U/50NHo8BI2kw/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-new-moon-shirtless-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sh3YBcL07jI/AAAAAAAAA6U/50NHo8BI2kw/s400/robert-pattinson-new-moon-shirtless-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340662252388544050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New moon... dale bella corre que te comen lo vulturi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7759503060427624994?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7759503060427624994/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7759503060427624994' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7759503060427624994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7759503060427624994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sh3YBcL07jI/AAAAAAAAA6U/50NHo8BI2kw/s72-c/robert-pattinson-new-moon-shirtless-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7003724688463942419</id><published>2009-05-27T03:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:30:30.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/254/254803k5df6udjgp.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7003724688463942419?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7003724688463942419/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7003724688463942419' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Right now you’re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; the only reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not letting go, oh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; and im out  if everyone’s worth pleasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; You’ll tri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gger a landslide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; to kill off their finite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;state of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine.  You can’t down it with your eyes. So we don’t need the headlines... no, we don’t want your headlines... we just want… We want the airways back, we want the airways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live like it’s the last day you will ever see&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShzXqjHxlPI/AAAAAAAAA50/NFslTap4g38/s1600-h/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShzXqjHxlPI/AAAAAAAAA50/NFslTap4g38/s400/IMG_0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340380384136893682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShzXqT2FAwI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Ys3efNIcrpI/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShzXqT2FAwI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Ys3efNIcrpI/s400/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340380380036137730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-969640936946812308?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/969640936946812308/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=969640936946812308' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/969640936946812308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/969640936946812308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/right-now-youre-only-reason-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShzXqjHxlPI/AAAAAAAAA50/NFslTap4g38/s72-c/IMG_0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2025886049573761612</id><published>2009-05-25T21:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:10:00.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And this is not a case of lust, you see it's not a matter of you versus of me. It's fine the way you want me on your own but in the end it's always me alone... and I'm losing my favorite game, you're losing your mind again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm losing my favorite game, I've tried but you're still the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2025886049573761612?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2025886049573761612/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2025886049573761612' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2025886049573761612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2025886049573761612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-this-is-not-case-of-lust-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-625989886707242002</id><published>2009-05-24T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:57:05.845-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fantaseo con la humilde posibilidad de ver a Robert Pattinson aunque sea un respiro... Con que venga a Buenos Aires antes de ir a filmar a la patagonia... Con verlo en vivo y en directo a nuestro fuckin edward en version humana DIOS &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i estoy asi por ver a Robert, imaginate si viera a Hayley chau muero ahi y feliz, demaciado feliz... o si veo a Josh diosdiosdiosdiosdios o Taylor, chau un orgasmo asegurado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-625989886707242002?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/625989886707242002/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=625989886707242002' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/625989886707242002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/625989886707242002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/fantaseo-con-la-humilde-posibilidad-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8077081237959783386</id><published>2009-05-23T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:57:23.014-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShhxtXiBc5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/glUVXO3GIWs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShhxtXiBc5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/glUVXO3GIWs/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339142382472491922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am pretty simple. Music, make up, and fashion are what I'm really into. Sort of a typical girls list of hobbies...but I ain't no girls girl. I'm into making memories with photographs and I tend to be pretty nostalgic. Anything to do with the south, I'm down for it: good times and BBQ!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My goal is to make music that people, 30 or 40 years from now, wish they were around for.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;!-- [#about] : end --&gt;      &lt;!-- [#musical influences] : start --&gt;     &lt;div id="musical_influences"&gt;                    &lt;h3 class="heading"&gt;&lt;span class="heading"&gt;musical influences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; Etta James, Chaka Khan, Jimmy Eat World, The Cure, Refused, New Found Glory, Sunny Day Real Estate, Failure, mid to late 90's pop rock (Third Eye Blind, Semisonic, Filter) and NSync... and many others. &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;!-- [#musical influences] : end --&gt;     &lt;!-- [#other] : start --&gt;     &lt;div id="other"&gt;                    &lt;h3 class="heading"&gt;&lt;span class="heading"&gt;favorite songs to perform live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;h3 class="heading"&gt;&lt;span class="heading"&gt;favorite places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                        &lt;p&gt;Nashville, TN, anywhere in California, Tokyo, Japan, or Brisbane and Melbourne, Australia&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;h3 class="heading"&gt;&lt;span class="heading"&gt;favorite things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                        &lt;p&gt;Loud music on road trips, our 12 passenger van, The Warped Tour, Downtown Franklin, fishing, dancing, Sam and Zoe's for lunch when we are rehearsing in Nashville for tour, going to the movie theater, and a soy 6 pump extra hot no water chai (apparently this is Madonna's favorite drink so I tried it and now the whole Starbucks experience, for me, is based around this drink! You should try it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Top 5 Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1) Mr. Farro's walnut chicken...really anything Mr. or Mrs. Farro cook.&lt;br /&gt;2) All foods involving lots of cheese (Because it's usually forbidden due to the voice).&lt;br /&gt;3) BBQ&lt;br /&gt;4) Tijuana wrap from Sam and Zoe's in Berry Hill, TN&lt;br /&gt;5) Salmon and tuna sashimi &lt;/p&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShhxtLBY4WI/AAAAAAAAA5c/9GJaVXPt8JA/s1600-h/21653430-21653432-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShhxtLBY4WI/AAAAAAAAA5c/9GJaVXPt8JA/s400/21653430-21653432-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339142379114389858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplemente te amo Hayley Nichole Williams, mi spongebob &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y ahora me voy a ver the final riot! una vez más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8077081237959783386?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8077081237959783386/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=8077081237959783386' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8077081237959783386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8077081237959783386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-pretty-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShhxtXiBc5I/AAAAAAAAA5k/glUVXO3GIWs/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6920426211427427274</id><published>2009-05-23T17:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:18:20.624-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Hola Roberto, como estás. Quería preguntarte si tenés mi entrada.&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;- Dame la entrada, infeliz, o te corto las orejas y te las meto por el ocote para que escuches como te cago a patadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me la dio nomás, por las buenas. De modo que entré al campo, pasé por el puestito a comprarme un sambuche de mortadela de 357 dólares (ando dulce por estos días) y me dispuse a esperar a Demi Lovato, la telonera, a quien venía confundiendo con Zulma Lobato hasta que mi primita de cuatro años me dijo "no podés ser tan estúpido". Me sorprendió para bien Demi, un verdadero tifón made in Disney que conjuga la energía de un Bruce Dickinson con la contextura física de un tomate perita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces sí, las luces se apagaron y el trío de Nick, Kevin y "ahora no tengo Internet para fijarme cómo se llama el tercero" Jonas apareció en el escenario, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dispuestos a rockear durísimo pero sin saber siquiera mínimamente cómo hacerlo. &lt;/span&gt;Ya desde el primer tema ("Don't You See We Are Robbing You, Idiots?", lado C de su single debut My Mom Told Me to Do This But I Wanted to Be an Architect, la banda se mostró versátil e inquieta, con Nick demostrando ser el líder sólo por estar parado 35 centímetros más adelante que sus dos hermanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los gritos provenientes de mi derecha me impidieron escuchar las siguientes ocho canciones. Convencido de que encontraría una niña desaforada junto a mí, decidí chequear y, no, en realidad tenía a una señora de unos cuarenta años haciendo con la garganta sonidos similares a los que se obtiene frotando un telgopor contra un vidrio, mientras su hija de 13 se tapaba la cara con ambas manos y pedía que la lleve la muerte. Solidarizándome con la teen avergonzada, volví a meter mano en mi billetera y compré una Coca Light de 1315 euros que procedí a vaciar en la cabeza de la señora, a efectos de bajarle la excitación. No funcionó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Párrafo aparte merece el momento emotivo de la noche, un mini set de baladas con una sección de cuerdas aportadas por la Camerusa Villa La Angostura, grupo que reemplazó a la Camerata Bariloche cuando este respondió a la invitación con un terminante "ni en pedo". Joe (ahí volvió la Internet) después de cantar al piano "Can't Poo", inspirada en el diagnóstico de su constipación precoz, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forzó unas lágrimas, recordando aquellas largas e infructuosas sesiones en el excusado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pronto volvió el rocanrol, con el primer corte de su nuevo disco (y les juro que esto es verdad): "Paranoid", que por supuesto no es la de Sabbath. Tras ello llegaron "Inmigrant Song" y "Smoke on the Water", también homónimos de los temas de Zeppelin y Purple, pero nada que ver. Y por último "Black Metal", ahora sí cover de Venom, desmintiendo nuestra anterior aseveración de que se mantendrían alejados del género por un tiempo más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El final fue abrupto e inesperado. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intentando perpetuar esa imagen de virginidad cachonda que los caracteriza, Kevin se sacó la camisa (como Manowar) y se echó un bidón de cinco litros de Levité de manzana encima, con tanta mala suerte que el líquido llegó a la línea de corriente y se pegó una electrocutada digna de un patíbulo texano.&lt;/span&gt; Tras el incidente barrieron sus cenizas y lo reemplazaron por otro Kevin, exactamente igual, quien cantó el último tema de la noche mientras sus hermanos se dedicaban a rascarse el pupo y jugar al Senku. Y entonces sí, se oyó una voz diciendo "tienen cuatro minutos para abadonar el estadio o centinela abre fuego", y todos salimos raudos hacia nuestros transportes. Danilo, obviamente, seguía inmóvil donde lo dejé, así que tomé mi Gilera y me dirigí a casa, donde escribí esa reseña en diez minutos y luego me dediqué a hacer lo que hago todas las noches: tratar de conquistar el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Un capo, muerte a los yonas boders!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6920426211427427274?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6920426211427427274/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6920426211427427274' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6920426211427427274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6920426211427427274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/hola-roberto-como-estas.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-3862586898942504386</id><published>2009-05-22T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:18:27.105-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>por favor por favor por favor Refresh a mi ira interna. Uh fuckin mierda! No funca justo hoy el maldito boton? Porqué a mi? Como es posible que la gente sea así... tan tan tan tan tan falsa? Ya es una cosa que me sorprende, que me supera, que me es imposible de creer. Primero la tristeza, despues la ira, más tarde la aceptación y luego el no me importa toda la gente es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;igual...&lt;/span&gt; aunque me es dificil de creer que hasta tus mejores amigas puedan hacer algo así. Si, gente es posible. Yo ya pase la etapa de aceptación... pero la ira sigue ahi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-3862586898942504386?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3862586898942504386/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=3862586898942504386' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3862586898942504386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3862586898942504386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-favor-por-favor-por-favor-refresh.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8273642668740498494</id><published>2009-05-22T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:18:38.731-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;10 razones por las cual soy TEAM JACOB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Porque los verdaderos hombre no brillan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Porque el es el lobo alpha oh lalá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Quien le teme a un grande hermoso malo lobo? Bueno yo no♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Porque conduce una moto y no un estupido Volvo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Jacob lucha por lo que ama, hasta que su corazón deje de latir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Es el que cierra la herida luego de que el perfecto chico Eduardo se valla "por el bien" de Miss Histerica. Sin él, Bella hubiera perdido la cordura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Porque odia a Rosalie! Oh si, sus chistes de rubias jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) La verdad que prefiero a un hombre con pulso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Porque no me molesta para nada que ande medio desnudo por ahi. Va en realidad si. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sacate la otra parte Jake, por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dios simplemente porque es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; en los dos sentidos y yo quiero algo caliente adentro de mi. Porque con Jake podes llegar hasta el final sin limites establecidos (y sin matarte) Porque Jacob will F*** you como un animal! Y si es un lobo... Además tiene lo que le falta a Edward &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTITUD!&lt;/span&gt; Dale por dios yo no quiero un bloque de hielo como novio, que escuche musica clasica y que conduzca un volvo... Ah! y porque simplemente Jake NO ES PERFECTO!&lt;br /&gt;Cambio y fuera-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8273642668740498494?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8273642668740498494/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=8273642668740498494' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8273642668740498494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8273642668740498494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-razones-por-las-cual-soy-team-jacob.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-234733719945116167</id><published>2009-05-21T01:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:00:55.773-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiMaKU9tiGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/B6wIozlosR0/s1600-h/thekalaka_bloodysummer_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiMaKU9tiGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/B6wIozlosR0/s400/thekalaka_bloodysummer_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342142347720099938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunque vea mil y una vez Sex and the city, la pelicula siempre voy a llorar. Todas tuvimos un Big. No es un producto positivo. Inseguridad emocional garantizada. Boicot a ese final de pelicula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De todos modos, yo no estoy segura de querer un final de pelicula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-234733719945116167?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/234733719945116167/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=234733719945116167' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/234733719945116167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/234733719945116167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunque-vea-mil-y-una-vez-sex-and-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SiMaKU9tiGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/B6wIozlosR0/s72-c/thekalaka_bloodysummer_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2362515833960662404</id><published>2009-05-21T01:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:07:13.086-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Adiós - se despidio ella en un susurro -. Te quiero, Jake.&lt;br /&gt;Estuve en un tris de regresar. Estuve a punto de dar media vuelta y postrarme de rodillas para empezar a suplicarle otra vez, pero sabía que debía renunciar a Bella y a su droga antes de que me aniquilara igual que iba a hacer con Edward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2362515833960662404?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2362515833960662404/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2362515833960662404' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2362515833960662404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2362515833960662404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/adios-se-despidio-ella-en-un-susurro.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2198423666477465687</id><published>2009-05-19T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:48:35.298-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Solo me interesa que su corazón no deje de latir- continuó, repentinamente muy centrado -. Si es un niño lo que quiere, lo tendrá; como si desea una docena- se detuvo durante un momento un latido de corazón - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puede tener &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cachorros&lt;/span&gt; si es eso lo que prefiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;¿Qué había insinuado, que bella debería...? ¿El qué? ¿Tener un bebé? ¿Mío? ¿Qué? ¿Cómo? ¿Me la estaba entregando o tal vez creía que a ella no le importaba ser compartia?&lt;br /&gt;No podía pensar en su sugerencia. Era excesiva. Imposible. Equivocada. Una aberración. ¿Qué proponía? ¿Tener en préstamo a Bella durante los fines de semana y luego devolverla el lunes como una peli de alquiler? ¡Menudo lio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y demaciado tentador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No deseaba sopesarlo ni imaginarlo siquiera, pero las imágenes vinieron a mi mente a pesar de todo. Había tenido este tipo de fantasías con Bella muchas veces, remontándose a la época en que aún había una posibilidad para nosotros; y luego, cuando quedó claro que este tipo de entelequias no eran posibles y solo dejaban heridas supurantes, nada de nada. Pero hubo un tiempo en que no había sido capaz de evitarlo, y ahora tampoco logré contenerme y especular con la posibilidad de tenerla entre mis brazos, de que ella suspirara al pronuciar mi nombre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2198423666477465687?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2198423666477465687/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2198423666477465687' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2198423666477465687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2198423666477465687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/solo-me-interesa-que-su-corazon-no-deje.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-4951799058993501168</id><published>2009-05-19T02:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T02:34:51.391-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;Las nuevas canciones de paramore ! No puedo aguantar más a que sea septiembre ...&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance, la cancion más oscura hasta ahora para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IA6x0gjBZiw&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IA6x0gjBZiw&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i'm a bad person, you don't like me... I guess i'll go, make my own way. It's a circle a mean cycle i can't excite you anymore. Where's your gavel? Your jury? What's my offense this time?&lt;br /&gt;You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me well sentence me to another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't wanna hear your sad songs i don't wanna feel your pain.&lt;/span&gt; When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same... we not the same&lt;br /&gt;Oh we're not the same, the friends who stuck together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;We wrote our names in blood but i guess you can't accept that the change is good...&lt;br /&gt;It's good&lt;br /&gt;It's good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You treat me just like another stranger... well it's nice to meet you sir I guess i'll go, I best be on my way out&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best thing that could've happened any longer and i wouldn't have made it. It's not a war no, It's not a rapture. I'm just a person but you can't take it, the same tricks that once fooled me. They won't get you anywhere. I'm not the same kid from your memory now i can fend for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear your sad songs i don't wanna feel your pain. When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same... we not the same&lt;br /&gt;oh we're not the same, the friends who stuck together. We wrote our names in blood but i guess you can't accept that the change is good...&lt;br /&gt;It's good&lt;br /&gt;It's good&lt;br /&gt;You treat me just like another stranger... well it's nice to meet you sir I guess i'll go, I best be on my way out...&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is your new best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dios! Te amo Hayley&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4951799058993501168?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4951799058993501168/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=4951799058993501168' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4951799058993501168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4951799058993501168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/las-nuevas-canciones-de-paramore-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-388790470110528880</id><published>2009-05-19T01:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:45:44.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me di cuenta que él:&lt;/span&gt; Me cambio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-388790470110528880?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/388790470110528880/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=388790470110528880' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/388790470110528880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/388790470110528880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-di-cuenta-que-el-me-cambio.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2920727931863937905</id><published>2009-05-19T01:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:29:14.586-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edward can't read bella's thoughts because she doesn't have any&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2920727931863937905?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2920727931863937905/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2920727931863937905' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2920727931863937905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2920727931863937905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/edward-cant-read-bellas-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-3416688362658242718</id><published>2009-05-17T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:17:22.952-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShDEwIoWftI/AAAAAAAAA5M/DpTj1fk74ks/s1600-h/we_like_boobies_by_momomilk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/ShDEwIoWftI/AAAAAAAAA5M/DpTj1fk74ks/s400/we_like_boobies_by_momomilk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336981889663532754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Vogue me hace querer ser la imagen más iconica de toda mi generación. Es más que una revista, es como un libro de circulación limitada.&lt;br /&gt;Inspira&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;página-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;foto-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;letra-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Es simplemente mi musa. Para algunos la musa es un ser efimero e intangible, que se aferra a la creatividad y surgue cuando uno menos lo espera, pero en cierto modo a mi me pertenecen muchas fuentes de inspiración. La calle, en el colectivo viendo a la gene caminar, cada persona con ese estilo unico que acompañado con la musica proveniente de ipod lo trasforma todo en un musical o un videoclip- Palermo Soho, casa de mis diseñadores favoritos, calles con colores, gente que camina, no se...simplemente me inspira, unas pocas cuadras y ya miles de ideas se me vienen a mi cabeza que ni siquiera tengo tiempo de anotar todas en mi cuaderno, son tantas y se van tan rápido, desbordan una imaginación infinita, inagotable, llenas de brillo y color. Unicas. Simples-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-3416688362658242718?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3416688362658242718/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=3416688362658242718' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3416688362658242718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3416688362658242718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-4692412869805343989</id><published>2009-05-17T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:15:48.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiero desde mi ventana saltar hasta tu cama-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4692412869805343989?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4692412869805343989/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=4692412869805343989' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Estas en tu mejor momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Luego no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4613300458197867560?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4613300458197867560/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7918881183126920615</id><published>2009-05-14T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:52:05.018-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me llamo Flor+encia&lt;br /&gt;Estoy escuchando &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a ir a contabilidad en unas fucking horas&lt;br /&gt;Ayer no fui a la escuela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mañana&lt;/span&gt; hay fiesta pelle&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que estudiar&lt;br /&gt;Pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;no creo&lt;/span&gt; hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;Me violo a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hayley Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque creo que nunca lo voy a lograr&lt;br /&gt;Simple&lt;br /&gt;Facil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Chau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7918881183126920615?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7918881183126920615/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7918881183126920615' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7918881183126920615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7918881183126920615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-llamo-florencia-estoy-escuchando.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6853806597529112961</id><published>2009-05-14T11:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:37:32.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In one ear and out the other, I dont need ya&lt;br /&gt;Your words dont stick, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I aint perfect&lt;/span&gt; but you aint either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;/span&gt; Take ‘em out, turn ‘em off, turn ‘em down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;/span&gt; Don’t be scared, you can ? me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kill the Lights!&lt;/span&gt; I’ve seen you, watching me watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kill the Lights! &lt;/span&gt;You can’t handle the truth, what happened to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6853806597529112961?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6853806597529112961/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6853806597529112961' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6853806597529112961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6853806597529112961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-one-ear-and-out-other-i-dont-need-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-123342707280220163</id><published>2009-05-13T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:50:02.734-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SguGs4xrXlI/AAAAAAAAA5E/CB8xVsbHX7c/s1600-h/normal_1_%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SguGs4xrXlI/AAAAAAAAA5E/CB8xVsbHX7c/s400/normal_1_%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506289263599186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-123342707280220163?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/123342707280220163/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=123342707280220163' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/123342707280220163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/123342707280220163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SguGs4xrXlI/AAAAAAAAA5E/CB8xVsbHX7c/s72-c/normal_1_%2812%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-5040008251805295522</id><published>2009-05-13T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:10:05.489-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SgtTPzCqsHI/AAAAAAAAA48/7gJsf6q_bv0/s1600-h/n1297751888_404695_2539118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SgtTPzCqsHI/AAAAAAAAA48/7gJsf6q_bv0/s400/n1297751888_404695_2539118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335449714415022194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;232323/&lt;/span&gt;Feliz cumple Robert Pattinson, gracias por ser el Edward Cullen de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;todas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Aunque ame más (mucho) a Jacob y prefiera que Taylor me viole y explote sexualmente mucho más que vos.&lt;/s&gt; De todos modos Robert querido, happy b-day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-5040008251805295522?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5040008251805295522/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=5040008251805295522' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5040008251805295522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5040008251805295522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/232323-feliz-cumple-robert-pattinson.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SgtTPzCqsHI/AAAAAAAAA48/7gJsf6q_bv0/s72-c/n1297751888_404695_2539118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-569602785706246908</id><published>2009-05-12T23:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:41:13.152-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-¿Quieres que vayamos a nadar con los delfines esta tarde para quemar calorías?- me preguntó.&lt;br /&gt;-Quizá más tarde, porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahora tengo otra idea para quemar esas calorías&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-¿Y cuál es?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bueno, nos queda un montón de cabecero todavía...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no pude terminar. Ya me había tomado en brazos y sus labios silenciaron los míos mientras me llevaba a una velocidad &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;muy&lt;/span&gt; poco humana hacia la habitación azul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-569602785706246908?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/569602785706246908/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=569602785706246908' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/569602785706246908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/569602785706246908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/quieres-que-vayamos-nadar-con-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-3238982223332853785</id><published>2009-05-12T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:41:17.350-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JACOB BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fuck you&lt;/span&gt; like an animal (No, srsly) (He´s a wolf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see the size of that Jacob kid? I think he could take a cullen down"&lt;br /&gt;Flor Sounded pleased with the idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-3238982223332853785?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3238982223332853785/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=3238982223332853785' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3238982223332853785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3238982223332853785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/jacob-black-will-fuck-you-like-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7862017969309277436</id><published>2009-05-10T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:05.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don't care if it's real...  That won't change how it feels, no it doesn't change. &lt;br /&gt;And you can't resist, making me feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eternally&lt;/span&gt; missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7862017969309277436?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7862017969309277436/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7862017969309277436' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7862017969309277436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7862017969309277436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-dont-care-if-its-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8120820530231749256</id><published>2009-05-10T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:59.580-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No puedo dejar de pensar en vos. No puedo dejar de recordar ese momento de dolor, que cada vez que me acuerdo revivo esa espantosa sensación. Es inevitable e inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy segura que en algun momento era libre. Quiero olvidarme, liberar mi cuerpo de vos y eliminar todos los recuerdos... que solo me traen dolor porque ya se lo que siempre voy a necesitar y lo que no voy a poder dejar, nunca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8120820530231749256?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8120820530231749256/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=8120820530231749256' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8120820530231749256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8120820530231749256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-puedo-dejar-de-pensar-en-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2034823854287142894</id><published>2009-05-10T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:59.580-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Si no sabés que hacer, y tenés el tiempo contado para resolver un problema, lo único que queda es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;olvidarse de todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Hacer algo que te distraiga, como ver una película, y cuando llegué el momento, resolverlo. Si no, te amargás el resto del tiempo que falta pensando una solución que, al fin y al cabo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nunca se te va a ocurrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. No siempre podés ir a llorar a tu mamá, porque, a veces, es ella la que te da los problemas. O simplemente, es que no te quiere ayudar. Porque si quisiera, lo haría. Y vos podrías seguir jugando con muñecas y Ponys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pero hay que crecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La pura (y cruda) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://miszapatosrojos.blogspot.com/"&gt;realidad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2034823854287142894?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2034823854287142894/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2034823854287142894' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2034823854287142894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2034823854287142894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-no-sabes-que-hacer-y-tenes-el-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2739926764613409372</id><published>2009-05-07T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:59.580-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronicas de una mente inspirada'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pablito&lt;/span&gt;          dice:&lt;br /&gt;pero yo no suelto ni 5 centavos por un plumero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anónimo&lt;/span&gt;       dice:&lt;br /&gt;Yo le trate de negociar 1, 50 para el colectivo, pero ni me los concedio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pablito&lt;/span&gt;          dice:&lt;br /&gt;jajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pablito&lt;/span&gt;          dice:&lt;br /&gt;pero bldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anónimo&lt;/span&gt;       dice:&lt;br /&gt;Estaba medio violento porque no tenia celular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pablito&lt;/span&gt;          dice:&lt;br /&gt;hubieras corrido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pablito&lt;/span&gt;          dice:&lt;br /&gt;tenia un plumero man, un plumero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anónimo&lt;/span&gt;       dice:&lt;br /&gt;Ni tira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anónimo&lt;/span&gt;       dice:&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que yo soy el mas vago del mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguante que le dio 5 pesos y monedas a el que le vino a afanar con un plumero. Con un celestial plumero!&lt;br /&gt;Un capo;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2739926764613409372?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2739926764613409372/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2739926764613409372' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2739926764613409372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2739926764613409372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/anonimo-dice-ni-tira-anonimo-dice-sabes.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-3776032589210911305</id><published>2009-05-07T23:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:26:53.894-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;¡Qué león tan morboso, masoquista, sobreprotector, antifiesta, sin actitud, viejo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;estúpido propietario de un flamante Volvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;, aburrido y antisexo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icons.iconator.com/35/ICONATOR_bc4561ae943d9f647e5d8d1e2ec86242.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-3776032589210911305?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3776032589210911305/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=3776032589210911305' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3776032589210911305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3776032589210911305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-leon-tan-morboso-masoquista.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-588568881125204627</id><published>2009-05-07T23:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:26:53.894-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Este debería haber sido nuestro primer beso. Mejor tarde que nunca&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake jake jake !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-588568881125204627?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/588568881125204627/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=588568881125204627' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/588568881125204627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/588568881125204627'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-5831731336229444889</id><published>2009-05-07T00:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:26:53.894-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://icons.iconator.com/651/ICONATOR_3deca7350761bd361535fd65ce5a115c.png&gt;Tu eres un &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;licántropo&lt;/span&gt;, él un &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vampiro&lt;/span&gt; y yo &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;virgo&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-5831731336229444889?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8006806174361624680</id><published>2009-05-06T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:05.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;plug in baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucifies my enemies when I'm tired of giving ·&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8006806174361624680?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8006806174361624680/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8702202187564356355</id><published>2009-05-06T00:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:23:05.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMaYTFNGHLo&amp;amp;hl=" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" color1="0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hayley Williams &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perdon pero es demaciado hermosa y tierna ! La amo* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8702202187564356355?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8702202187564356355/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=8702202187564356355' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8702202187564356355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8702202187564356355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/perdon-pero-es-demaciado-hermosa-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-5918660497480397686</id><published>2009-05-05T15:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:05.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who's returned from the dead? Who remains?&lt;br /&gt;You wanted more than I was worth&lt;br /&gt;You think I was scared yeah and you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;Who really cares anymore? Who restrains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you and I never did&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-5918660497480397686?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5918660497480397686/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=5918660497480397686' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5918660497480397686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5918660497480397686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-returned-from-dead-who-remains-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-3175255868677905746</id><published>2009-05-03T22:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:23:49.543-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sf5IruZB-1I/AAAAAAAAA2g/jAG9W_DacOs/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just talk yourself up and tear yourself down. You've hit your one wall now find a way around. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well what's the problem? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You've got a lot of nerve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So what did you think I would say? No you can't run away, no you can't run away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So what did you think I would say? &lt;strong&gt;No you can't run away, no you can't run away, You wouldn't&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wanted to say this. You never wanted to stay. I put my faith in you, so much faith and then you just threw it away. You threw it away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not so naive, my sorry eyes can see.&lt;/strong&gt; The way you fight shy of almost everything. Well, if you give up you'll get what you deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what did you think I would say? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No you can't run away, no you can't run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what did you think I would say? No you can't run away, no you can't run away, You wouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wanted to say this. You never wanted to stay. I put my faith in you, so much faith and then you just threw it away. You threw it away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You were finished long before. We had even seen the start. &lt;strong&gt;Why don't you stand up, be a man about it? Fight with your bare hands about it now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I never wanted to say this. You never wanted to stay &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh no !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I put my faith in you, so much faith and then you just threw it away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt;For a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pessimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im a pretty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt; posteos papusa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-3175255868677905746?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3175255868677905746/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=3175255868677905746' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3175255868677905746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3175255868677905746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-talk-yourself-up-and-tear-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7683546712505965505</id><published>2009-05-02T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:23:49.543-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somewhere weakness is our strength and I'll die searching for it. Can't let myself regret such selfishness. My pain and oh the trouble caused no matter how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I believe that there's hope &lt;strong&gt;buried&lt;/strong&gt; beneath it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;hiding&lt;/strong&gt; beneath it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;growing&lt;/strong&gt; beneath it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let the flames begin, &lt;strong&gt;Oh Glory!&lt;/strong&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7683546712505965505?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7683546712505965505/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7683546712505965505' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7683546712505965505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7683546712505965505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/somewhere-weakness-is-our-strength-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-5630678565795511179</id><published>2009-05-02T14:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:05.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfyQTAuNueI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pFH2SCxIumQ/s1600-h/fashion.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331294715185576418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfyQTAuNueI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pFH2SCxIumQ/s400/fashion.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;You could be my unintended. Choice to live my life extended. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should be the one I'll always &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can but &lt;strong&gt;I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-5630678565795511179?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5630678565795511179/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=5630678565795511179' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5630678565795511179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5630678565795511179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-could-be-my-unintended.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfyQTAuNueI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/pFH2SCxIumQ/s72-c/fashion.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6865311558824061935</id><published>2009-04-30T00:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:05.179-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sfkj8NcCOFI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/5ca6J9C1TTM/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sfkj8NcCOFI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/5ca6J9C1TTM/s400/DSC00731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330331151276062802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bugging me, grating me and twisting me around. Yeah I'm endlessly caving in and turning inside out.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'Cause I want it now, I want it now... Give me your heart and your soul and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm breaking out, I'm breaking out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last chance to lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's holding me, morphing me and forcing me to strive. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I want it now, I want it now... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Give me your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; and your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I'm breaking out, I'm breaking out. Last chance to lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I want you now, I want you now&lt;/span&gt;. I'll feel my heart implode and I'm breaking out, Escaping now. Feeling my faith erode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6865311558824061935?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6865311558824061935/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6865311558824061935' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6865311558824061935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6865311558824061935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-bugging-me-grating-me-and-twisting.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Sfkj8NcCOFI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/5ca6J9C1TTM/s72-c/DSC00731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6667003659031846185</id><published>2009-04-30T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:05.179-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Don't kid yourself and don't fool yourself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;This &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;'s too good to last&lt;/span&gt; and I'm too old to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't grow up too fast and don't embrace the past. This life's too good to last and I'm too young to care. Don't kid yourself and don't fool yourself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This life could be the last and we're too young to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Blackout&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6667003659031846185?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6667003659031846185/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6667003659031846185' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6667003659031846185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6667003659031846185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-kid-yourself-and-dont-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-5421219449754244982</id><published>2009-04-28T03:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:23:49.543-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm sitting in a room, Made up of only big white walls and in the halls. There's people looking through. The window in the door, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they know exactly what we're here for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Don't look up Just let them think. There's no place else You'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;You're always on display, For everyone to watch and learn from. Don't you know by now, You can't turn back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because this road is all you'll ever have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's obvious that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dying, dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Just living proof that the camera's lying. And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style. You'll go out in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let me I could, I'd show you how to build your fences, Set restrictions, separate from the world. The constant battle that you hate to fight, Just blame the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look up Just let them think There's no place else You'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; And now you can't turn back&lt;br /&gt;Because this road is all you'll ever have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And it's obvious that you're dying, dying. Just living proof that the camera's lying. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And open wide, 'cause this is your night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah you're asking for it With every breath that you breathe in...Just breathe it in.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess. You do all this, big talk, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{So now let's see you walk it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I said let's see you walk it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfaeJOeb48I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Elqcyyh8m1w/s1600-h/ICONATOR_17568ae6bf4cc3987b5da5cf61068266.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfaeJOeb48I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Elqcyyh8m1w/s400/ICONATOR_17568ae6bf4cc3987b5da5cf61068266.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329621090381325250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-5421219449754244982?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/5421219449754244982/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=5421219449754244982' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5421219449754244982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/5421219449754244982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sitting-in-room-made-up-of-only-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfaeJOeb48I/AAAAAAAAA2A/Elqcyyh8m1w/s72-c/ICONATOR_17568ae6bf4cc3987b5da5cf61068266.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-3998844504637541516</id><published>2009-04-28T02:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:23:49.544-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-3998844504637541516?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3998844504637541516/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=3998844504637541516' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3998844504637541516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3998844504637541516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/crushcrushcrush.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-4584415868601274043</id><published>2009-04-28T02:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:05.179-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stars when you shine You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Scent of the pine You know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Yeah freedom is mine And I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dawn.&lt;/span&gt;.. It's a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;... It's a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For me...And I'm feeling good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4584415868601274043?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4584415868601274043/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=4584415868601274043' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4584415868601274043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4584415868601274043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/stars-when-you-shine-you-know-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-6502780050334620916</id><published>2009-04-28T02:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:05.179-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you run away now, Will you come back around?&lt;br /&gt;And if you ran away, I'd still wave goodbye Watching you shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;Now I think we're taking this too far Don't you know that it's not this hard?...Well it's not this hard but if you take what's your's and I take mine. Must we go there? Please not this time. No, not this time. I'll wave goodbye Watching you shine bright...You shine bright, you shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll wave goodbye tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-6502780050334620916?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/6502780050334620916/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=6502780050334620916' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6502780050334620916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/6502780050334620916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-run-away-now-will-you-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-9041744506867146642</id><published>2009-04-27T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:26:53.895-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfUmkQG72II/AAAAAAAAA14/A0ajSGF1ucQ/s1600-h/quote.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfUmkQG72II/AAAAAAAAA14/A0ajSGF1ucQ/s400/quote.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329208138304051330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Decidí que si me voy a ir al &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;infierno&lt;/span&gt;, qué más da que sea ahora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-9041744506867146642?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/9041744506867146642/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=9041744506867146642' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/9041744506867146642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/9041744506867146642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/decidi-que-si-me-voy-ir-al-infierno-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfUmkQG72II/AAAAAAAAA14/A0ajSGF1ucQ/s72-c/quote.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-4347960308534467757</id><published>2009-04-27T00:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:23:49.544-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m doing fine... You’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll think of me tonight&lt;br /&gt;You’re doing fine... I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Just give me time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is anyone home? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hello hello&lt;/span&gt; just pick up the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna hear you’re doing fine now. Don’t wanna hear I’m without you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m without you you now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4347960308534467757?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4347960308534467757/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=4347960308534467757' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4347960308534467757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4347960308534467757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-doing-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-893649651810257830</id><published>2009-04-26T23:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:28:05.179-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;The ship is taking me far away. Far away from the memories of the people who care if I live or die. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Starlight&lt;/span&gt;  I will be chasing your starlight.  Until the end of my life,  I don't know if it's worth it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms  I just wanted to hold. You in my arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My life...&lt;/span&gt;  You electrify my life. &lt;/span&gt;Lets conspire to re-ignite. All the souls that would die just to feel alive. But I'll never let you go  If you promised not to fade away...Never fade away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our hopes and expectations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Black holes&lt;/span&gt; and revelations  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-893649651810257830?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/893649651810257830/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=893649651810257830' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/893649651810257830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/893649651810257830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/far-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-4422864786894431041</id><published>2009-04-25T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:29:48.981-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're so happy now burning a candle at both ends. Your self-loving soothes and softens the blows you've invented&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Breathe in deep, and cleanse away our sins and we'll pray that there's no God... To punish us and make a fuss.&lt;/span&gt; Crack's healing up  Future soul forgive this mess.  You wait twenty years and wind up alone, demented.  Breathe in deep, and cleanse away our sins and we'll pray that there's no God... To punish us and make a fuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4422864786894431041?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4422864786894431041/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=4422864786894431041' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4422864786894431041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4422864786894431041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-so-happy-now-burning-candle-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7363715015374562343</id><published>2009-04-24T03:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:24:55.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfFd_OaDC2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/P4iA5bLXHzM/s1600-h/bbycks-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfFd_OaDC2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/P4iA5bLXHzM/s400/bbycks-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328143174936496994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and make believe this is where you want to be  . Forgetting all the memories, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try to forget &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; cause love's forgotten me.&lt;/span&gt; Well hey, hey baby, it's never too late pretty soon you won't remember a thing. And I'll be distant, the stars reminiscing your heart's been wasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;You've never been so used as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm using you, abusing you.&lt;/span&gt; My little decoy&lt;br /&gt;Don't look so blue, you should've seen right through  I'm using you, my little decoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My little decoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life inside a dream time is changing everything. Forgetting all the memories and I'm forced into you just cause you're into me . Well hey, hey baby, it's never too late When I'm gone you won't remember a thing . But I can't stay and you know I won't wait  I was gone from the very first day .&lt;br /&gt;You've never been so used as I'm using you, abusing you. My little decoy&lt;br /&gt;Don't look so blue, you should've seen right through  I'm using you, my little decoy&lt;br /&gt;My little decoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not sorry at all...not sorry at all, not sorry. no.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'd do it over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7363715015374562343?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7363715015374562343/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7363715015374562343' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7363715015374562343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7363715015374562343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/close-your-eyes-and-make-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfFd_OaDC2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/P4iA5bLXHzM/s72-c/bbycks-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-880680946073098718</id><published>2009-04-24T03:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Embutió su cuerpo a la fuerza en el pequeño espacio disponible, forzando la cremallera a cerrarse a su espalda. Y entonces tuve que cejar en mis objeciones, no tenía ganas de soltar ni una más. Estaba muy calentito. Me rodeó con sus brazos y me apretó contra su pecho desnudo de manera cómoda y acogedora. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El calor era irresistible, como el aire cuando has pasado sumergido demasiado tiempo.&lt;/span&gt; Se encogió cuando apreté con avidez mis dedos helados contra su piel.&lt;br /&gt;—Ay, Bella, me estás congelando —se quejó.&lt;br /&gt;—Lo ssssienttoo —tartamudeé.&lt;br /&gt;—Intenta relajarte —me sugirió mientras otro estremecimiento me atravesaba con violencia—. Te caldearás en un minuto. Aunque claro, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te calentarías mucho antes si te quitaras la ropa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward gruñó de pronto.&lt;br /&gt;—Era sólo un hecho constatable —se defendió Jacob—. Cuestión de mera supervivencia, nada más.&lt;br /&gt;—-Ca-calla ya, Ja-jakee —repuse enfadada, aunque mi cuerpo no hizo amago de apartarse de él—. Nnnnadie nnnnecesssita to-todos los de-dedddos.&lt;br /&gt;—No te preocupes por el chupasangres —sugirió Jacob, pagado de sí mismo—. Únicamente está celoso.&lt;br /&gt;—Claro que lo estoy —intervino Edward, cuya voz se había vuelto de nuevo de terciopelo, controlada, un murmullo musical en la oscuridad—. No tienes la más ligera idea de cuánto desearía hacer lo que estás haciendo por ella, chucho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;—Así son las cosas en la vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;—comentó Jacob en tono ligero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-880680946073098718?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/880680946073098718/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=880680946073098718' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/880680946073098718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/880680946073098718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/embutio-su-cuerpo-la-fuerza-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-1710232084707449116</id><published>2009-04-23T02:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfADx3H4BnI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/HlvPuqa0V6A/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfADx3H4BnI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/HlvPuqa0V6A/s400/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327762514324751986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abrí los ojos de golpe cuando se levantó una ligera brisa artificial. Las hojas de una pequeña enredadera de arce temblaron con la tenue agitación del aire que produjo su partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se había ido...&lt;/span&gt; Le seguí, adentrándome en el corazón del bosque, con las piernas temblorosas, ignorando el hecho de que era un sinsentido. El rastro de su paso había desaparecido ipso facto. No había huellas y las hojas estaban en calma otra vez, pero seguí caminando sin pensar en nada. No podía hacer otra cosa. Debía mantenerme en movimiento, porque si dejaba de buscarle, todo habría acabado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El amor, la vida, su sentido... todo se habría &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;terminado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminé y caminé. Perdí la noción del tiempo mientras me abría paso lentamente por la espesa maleza. Debieron de transcurrir horas, pero para mí apenas eran segundos. Era como si el tiempo se hubiera detenido, porque el bosque me parecía el mismo sin importar cuan lejos fuera. Empecé a temer que estuviera andando en círculos —después de todo, sería uno muy pequeño—, pero continué caminando. Tropezaba a menudo y también me caí varias veces conforme oscurecía cada vez más.&lt;br /&gt;Al final, tropecé con algo, pero no supe dónde se me había trabado el pie al ser noche cerrada. Me caí y me quedé allí tendida. Rodé sobre un costado de forma que pudiera respirar y me acurruqué sobre los helechos húmedos. Allí tumbada, tuve la sensación de que el tiempo transcurría más deprisa de lo que podía percibir. No recordaba cuántas horas habían pasado desde el anochecer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Siempre reinaba semejante oscuridad de noche?&lt;/span&gt; Lo más normal sería que algún débil rayo de luna cruzara el manto de nubes y se filtrara entre las rendijas que dejaba el dosel de árboles hasta alcanzar el suelo... Pero no esa noche. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esa noche el cielo estaba oscuro como boca de lobo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Es posible que fuera una noche sin luna al haber un eclipse, por ser luna nueva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luna nueva.&lt;/span&gt; Temblé, aunque no tenía frío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-1710232084707449116?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/1710232084707449116/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=1710232084707449116' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1710232084707449116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1710232084707449116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/abri-los-ojos-de-golpe-cuando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SfADx3H4BnI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/HlvPuqa0V6A/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8449752283603187045</id><published>2009-04-22T01:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:29:48.981-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the thorn bush turns white that's when I'll come home I am going out to see what I can slow...And I don't know where I'll go...And I don't know what I'll see But I'll try not to bring it back home with me&lt;br /&gt;Like the morning sun your eyes will follow me. As you watch me wander, curse the powers that be, Cause all I want is here and now but its already been and gone Our intentions always last that bit too long&lt;br /&gt;Far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;Far far away, no choices passing, no time confounds me and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;In the full moons light I listen to the stream And in between the silence hear you calling me. But I don't know where I am and I don't trust who I've been&lt;br /&gt;And If I come home how will I ever leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8449752283603187045?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8449752283603187045/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=8449752283603187045' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8449752283603187045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8449752283603187045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-thorn-bush-turns-white-thats-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-4333144552269990709</id><published>2009-04-21T03:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Se1p7CATFdI/AAAAAAAAA1I/SwI_Y2aM8a8/s1600-h/fashrrrrrrrrrrion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Se1p7CATFdI/AAAAAAAAA1I/SwI_Y2aM8a8/s400/fashrrrrrrrrrrion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327030397120484818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está muerta, Edward&lt;/span&gt;” Hubo una pausa aún más larga... “Yo… lo siento. Tienes derecho a saberlo, vamos, eso es lo que creo. Bella… se tiró de un acantilado hace dos días. Alice lo vio, pero era demasiado tarde para hacer nada. Creo que habría ayudado, quiero decir, que habría roto su palabra, si hubiera tenido tiempo. Ella volvió para hacer todo lo posible por Charlie. Ya sabes cuánto se ha preocupado siempre por él.”&lt;br /&gt;La línea quedó muerta. Me llevó unos segundos darme cuenta de que había sido yo el que había apagado el móvil. Me senté en el suelo polvoriento un rato, el espacio se había congelado. Era como si el tiempo se hubiera terminado; como si el universo se hubiese parado. Poco a poco, me fui moviendo como un hombre viejo. Volví a encender el móvil y marqué el único número al que me había prometido no volver a llamar nunca. Si lo cogía ella, colgaría. Si lo cogía Charlie, le sonsacaría la información que necesitaba engañándolo. Probaría que el chiste sin gracia de Rosalie estaba equivocado, y entonces volvería a mi nada.&lt;br /&gt;“Residencia Swan”, respondió una voz que no había oído nunca. Una voz ronca y profunda de hombre, pero con un deje aún juvenil. No me paré a pensar en las implicaciones de aquello.&lt;br /&gt;“Soy el Dr. Carlisle Cullen”, dije, imitando perfectamente la voz de mi padre. “¿Puedo hablar con Charlie?”&lt;br /&gt;“No está aquí”, respondió la voz, sorprendiéndome un poco el enfado de su voz. Las palabras eran casi un gruñido. Pero eso no importaba.&lt;br /&gt;“Bueno, ¿dónde está entonces?”, pregunté, poniéndome cada vez más impaciente. Hubo una pequeña pausa, como si el extraño quisiera negarme cierta información.&lt;br /&gt;“Está en el funeral”, respondió finalmente el chico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Colgué el móvil otra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4333144552269990709?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4333144552269990709/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=4333144552269990709' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4333144552269990709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4333144552269990709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/esta-muerta-edward-hubo-una-pausa-aun.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/Se1p7CATFdI/AAAAAAAAA1I/SwI_Y2aM8a8/s72-c/fashrrrrrrrrrrion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-1971766915061998844</id><published>2009-04-20T02:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Su boca ya no era tierna, el movimiento de sus labios transmitía una sensación por completo nueva, de conflicto y desesperación. Entrelacé los dedos detrás de su cuello y sentí su cuerpo más gélido que nunca contra mi piel, que de pronto parecía arder. Me estremecí, pero no era a causa del frío.&lt;br /&gt;Edward no paraba de besarme. Fui yo quien tuvo que apartarse para respirar, pero ni siquiera entonces sus labios se separaron de mi piel, sino que se deslizaron hacia mi garganta. Mis manos ya no temblaban, mis dedos soltaron con facilidad los botones de su camisa y recorrieron las líneas perfectas de su pecho de hielo. Edward era tan hermoso...¿Qué palabra acaba de ultilizar él? Insoportable. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sí, su belleza era &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tan intensa&lt;/span&gt; que resultaba casi insoportable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirigí su boca hacia la mía, parecía tan encendido como yo. Una de sus manos seguía acariciando mi cara, mientras la otra me aferraba la cintura y me apretaba contra él. Eso me ponía un poco más dificil llegar a los botones de mi blusa, pero no imposible.&lt;br /&gt;Unas frías esposas de acero apresaron mis muñecas y levantaron mis manos por encima de la cabeza, que de pronto estaba apoyada sobre una almohada.&lt;br /&gt;Sus labios volvían a estar junto a mi oreja.&lt;br /&gt;-Bella -murmuró, con voz cálida y aterciopelada- Por favor, ¿te importaria dejar de desnudarte?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-1971766915061998844?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/1971766915061998844/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=1971766915061998844' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1971766915061998844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/1971766915061998844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/su-boca-ya-no-era-tierna-el-movimiento.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-3394569655735316328</id><published>2009-04-18T19:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SepdmqV6WiI/AAAAAAAAA04/_PMRj0CPRrw/s1600-h/Scary__Coffee_Break_by_sonar_ua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SepdmqV6WiI/AAAAAAAAA04/_PMRj0CPRrw/s400/Scary__Coffee_Break_by_sonar_ua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326172428101638690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También me quieres a mi. Se que no de la misma manera,&lt;br /&gt;pero él no es toda tu vida, ya no. Quizá lo fue una vez, pero se marchó, y ahora&lt;br /&gt;tiene que enfrentarse a la consecuencia de esa elección: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-3394569655735316328?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/3394569655735316328/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=3394569655735316328' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3394569655735316328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/3394569655735316328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/tambien-me-quieres-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SepdmqV6WiI/AAAAAAAAA04/_PMRj0CPRrw/s72-c/Scary__Coffee_Break_by_sonar_ua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-8761570862179230685</id><published>2009-04-18T19:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El cuento de hadas continuaba. El principe habia regresado y se habia roto el maleficio. &lt;br /&gt;No estaba segura exactamente de que hacer con el personaje restante, el cabo suelto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Dónde estaba su "feliz para siempre"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-8761570862179230685?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/8761570862179230685/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=8761570862179230685' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8761570862179230685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/8761570862179230685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-cuento-de-hadas-continuaba.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-144268146446409205</id><published>2009-04-18T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agonía, dolor, tristeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué se puede sentir cuando te enteras de que la mujer que amas, la persona que más has querido en toda tu vida se va a casar con tu enemigo, tu rival, tu adversario?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-144268146446409205?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/144268146446409205/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=144268146446409205' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/144268146446409205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/144268146446409205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/agonia-dolor-tristeza.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-4134956899057331814</id><published>2009-04-18T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.611-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-4134956899057331814?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/4134956899057331814/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=4134956899057331814' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4134956899057331814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/4134956899057331814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-please-tell-me-what-you-are_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-7469507953933832787</id><published>2009-04-16T23:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.611-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SeqsuXwR0PI/AAAAAAAAA1A/yre5A1r6TJw/s1600-h/fashi33333333on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SeqsuXwR0PI/AAAAAAAAA1A/yre5A1r6TJw/s400/fashi33333333on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326259421969502450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nuestros intentos de huida habían sido infructuosos...&lt;br /&gt;Con el corazón en un puño, observé cómo se aprestaba a defenderme. Su intensa concentración no mostraba ni rastro de duda, a pesar de que le superaban en número. Sabía que no cabía esperar ningún tipo de ayuda, ya que, en ese preciso momento, lo más probable era que los miembros de su familia luchasen por su vida del mismo modo que él por las nuestras.&lt;br /&gt;¿Llegaría a saber alguna vez el resultado de la otra pelea? ¿Averiguaría quiénes habían ganado y quiénes habían perdido? ¿Viviría lo suficiente para enterarme?&lt;br /&gt;Las perspectivas de que eso sucediera no parecían muy halagüeñas.&lt;br /&gt;El fiero deseo de cobrarse mi vida relucía en unos ojos negros que vigilaban estrechamente, a la espera de que se produjera el menor descuido por parte de mi protector, y ése sería el instante en el que yo moriría con toda certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lejos, muy lejos, en algún lugar del frío bosque, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aulló un lobo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-7469507953933832787?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/7469507953933832787/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=7469507953933832787' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7469507953933832787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/7469507953933832787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/todos-nuestros-intentos-de-huida-habian.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SeqsuXwR0PI/AAAAAAAAA1A/yre5A1r6TJw/s72-c/fashi33333333on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2914003087510563760</id><published>2009-04-16T23:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:32:35.611-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“No temas” murmuré “&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuestro destino es estar juntos&lt;/span&gt;”. Me sentí repentinamente sobrepasada por la verdad de mis propias palabras. Este momento era tan &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;perfecto&lt;/span&gt;, tan correcto. No había forma de dudarlo. Sus brazos me envolvieron, Estrechándome contra él… Sentía como si cada terminación nerviosa de mi cuerpo fuera una corriente eléctrica.&lt;br /&gt;          “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por siempre&lt;/span&gt;” acepto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2914003087510563760?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2914003087510563760/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2914003087510563760' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2914003087510563760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2914003087510563760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-temas-murmure-nuestro-destino-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4218412962593649.post-2775714458303683306</id><published>2009-04-12T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:24:55.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Par-amore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, bloody Sunday...Sunday, bloody Sunday...Sunday, bloody Sunday&lt;br /&gt;How long? How long must we sing this song?&lt;br /&gt;How long? How long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday, bloody Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Felices cuascuas para el que crea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SeKcFKVi12I/AAAAAAAAA0o/UEkPeo40N84/s1600-h/ohyeah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SeKcFKVi12I/AAAAAAAAA0o/UEkPeo40N84/s400/ohyeah.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323989321993344866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4218412962593649-2775714458303683306?l=forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/feeds/2775714458303683306/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4218412962593649&amp;postID=2775714458303683306' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2775714458303683306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4218412962593649/posts/default/2775714458303683306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forapessimist-imaprettyoptimistic.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Flor+encia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033888472020352090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SjF6smSq2vI/AAAAAAAAA-0/oj3k3bwkTK0/S220/juajuajuajua+054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GvyNQmr68sg/SeKcFKVi12I/AAAAAAAAA0o/UEkPeo40N84/s72-c/ohyeah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
