<?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-6217019394007599248</id><updated>2011-12-01T09:21:01.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancolía sempiterna</title><subtitle type='html'>Podemos imaginarlo todo, predecirlo todo, salvo hasta dónde podemos hundirnos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-4064025196602860417</id><published>2010-01-13T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:32:11.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inestabilidad..Màs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/S04eWvBy-cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OPHt9XnUq5E/s1600-h/tumblr_kw59zelKu61qza9zuo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426307976957983170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/S04eWvBy-cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OPHt9XnUq5E/s320/tumblr_kw59zelKu61qza9zuo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Otra vez me quedare sin trabajo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Después de 9 años de "estabilidad" laboral,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;la decisión de romper con esa cadena fue difícil y arriesgada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;sin embargo lo hice y ahora pago las duras consecuencias de la realidad,esa realidad que convive dentro de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Con 30 años y sin buenas oportunidades de desarrollo, la edad comienza a ser un enemigo bastante peligroso de aceptar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Probablemente&lt;/span&gt; me equivoque pero así me siento,viejo y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jodido&lt;/span&gt;, y con un futuro cada vez mas difícil de ver claramente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tengo mis momentos de "Fe" los cuales se extinguen mas rápido que el amor,sin embargo siempre -y sin excepción- tengo que volver a este tenor..A donde todo a mi alrededor se envuelve  en bruma, en una densa niebla donde no hay manera de palpar algo mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Siempre he dejado lo mejor de mi en todos los trabajos que he estado,en alguno casi la vida... y tanta entrega, ¿para &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;què&lt;/span&gt;?..Ahora veo todo de otro color y no puedo mas que arrepentirme de muchas cosas por las cuales desperdicie mucho de mi situación personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alguna vez me imagine a esta edad teniendo todo lo que no tengo y no teniendo todo lo que tengo...En fin,una historia mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tendrá&lt;/span&gt; que escribirse y de alguna u otra manera buscare las herramientas para no naufragar a la deriva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/S04eWvBy-cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OPHt9XnUq5E/s72-c/tumblr_kw59zelKu61qza9zuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-3123362655323877545</id><published>2010-01-12T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:48:29.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parìs,Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/S0zqe6guSsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KSW15FtSMTE/s1600-h/nastassjakinski2eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425969467898088130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/S0zqe6guSsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KSW15FtSMTE/s320/nastassjakinski2eu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Después de muchos años he vuelto a ver "París, Texas" y las sensaciones fueron las mismas,probablemente mucho mas fuertes que antaño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigo sintiendo la misma empatia con travis,la misma soledad que sus pies cansados cargan -me atrevo a decir-son la misma que muchas veces he sentido.El vació por la perdida,la locura impresa en cada uno de sus pasos,los malentendidos en el amor,etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Regrese a encontrarme con la belleza inocente y perturbadora de Nastassja Kinski y a recordar esos labios rojos que fueron,y siguen siendo, mi deseo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Volver a disfrutar una película tan hermosa y "difícil" provoca que el mundo se quede entre paréntesis y se olviden por algunas horas lo desgastante que es habitar un lugar como este.&lt;/span&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/6217019394007599248-3123362655323877545?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/3123362655323877545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=3123362655323877545' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3123362655323877545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3123362655323877545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2010/01/paristexas.html' title='Parìs,Texas'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/S0zqe6guSsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/KSW15FtSMTE/s72-c/nastassjakinski2eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-5342078454343553198</id><published>2010-01-07T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:56:26.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conejita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/S0ZTxqtnfXI/AAAAAAAAANs/v12mHL8kKzU/s1600-h/tumblr_kvw8pzmOCO1qz5yn1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424114913958657394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/S0ZTxqtnfXI/AAAAAAAAANs/v12mHL8kKzU/s320/tumblr_kvw8pzmOCO1qz5yn1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me enamore de esta foto,de la hermosa mujer que sensualmente nos modela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Creo haberme portado muy mal este año que termino,pedí a Santa claus y los Reyes magos una mujer parecida a esta, pero no.Me portare mejor para que el próximo año me vea recompensado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Leonard Cohen-I`m your man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you want a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;And if you want another kind of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear a mask for you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a partner&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Or if you want to strike me down in anger&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;If you want a boxer&lt;br /&gt;I will step into the ring for you&lt;br /&gt;And if you want a doctor&lt;br /&gt;I'll examine every inch of you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a driver&lt;br /&gt;Climb inside&lt;br /&gt;Or if you want to take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You know you can&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the moon's too bright&lt;br /&gt;The chain's too tight&lt;br /&gt;The beast won't go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I've been running through these promises to you&lt;br /&gt;That I made and I could not keep&lt;br /&gt;Ah but a man never got a woman back&lt;br /&gt;Not by begging on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Or I'd crawl to you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'd fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;And I'd howl at your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Like a dog in heat&lt;br /&gt;And I'd claw at your heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'd tear at your sheet&lt;br /&gt;I'd say please, please&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you've got to sleep&lt;br /&gt;A moment on the road&lt;br /&gt;I will steer for you&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to work the street alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll disappear for you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a father for your child&lt;br /&gt;Or only want to walk with me a while&lt;br /&gt;Across the sand&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;And if you want another kind of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear a mask for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-5342078454343553198?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/5342078454343553198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=5342078454343553198' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5342078454343553198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5342078454343553198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2010/01/conejita.html' title='Conejita'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/S0ZTxqtnfXI/AAAAAAAAANs/v12mHL8kKzU/s72-c/tumblr_kvw8pzmOCO1qz5yn1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-7649996615749406959</id><published>2010-01-04T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:51:15.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZC8hk0M0_E&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZC8hk0M0_E&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quiero tener la fe suficiente para creer que mi vida dará un cambio importante PARA BIEN. El 2009 fue uno de los peores años de mi vida tanto física,económica y emocionalmente por lo que creo que el haber pasado un año entero en el infierno, haya sido suficiente para que este que comienza pueda sentir un poco el paraíso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Las oportunidades son escasas y hay que aprovechar la que llega y se anida en las manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hay tantas lágrimas guardadas,tantos besos sin nacer..Ahora solo quiero creer y pensar que en la vida no todo es color gris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sumare esfuerzos para terminar con sonrisas cada día que pase.&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/6217019394007599248-7649996615749406959?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-295834550447225667</id><published>2009-12-29T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:28:39.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vxVyaYuGYE&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vxVyaYuGYE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estrenando imagen..Y al parecer nuevos vientos llegan a mi ventana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6217019394007599248-295834550447225667?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/295834550447225667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=295834550447225667' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/295834550447225667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/295834550447225667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/12/nuevo.html' title='Nuevo'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-608615531302544559</id><published>2009-12-05T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:23:06.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--Kc6hOgu50&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/--Kc6hOgu50&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Deprimido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-608615531302544559?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/608615531302544559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=608615531302544559' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/608615531302544559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/608615531302544559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/12/tristeza.html' title='Tristeza'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-6417452719335731399</id><published>2009-11-18T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:24:38.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwvpaXXG34A&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwvpaXXG34A&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LA NECESIDAD POR GRITAR MI DOLOR LLEGA A SU LIMITE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-6417452719335731399?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/6417452719335731399/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8252204920339380171</id><published>2009-09-19T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:18:28.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La mejor escuela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SrUOtieCopI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2ixgLNL9cBU/s1600-h/tumblr_kpqoy8sOis1qz5q5oo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383225105101005458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SrUOtieCopI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2ixgLNL9cBU/s320/tumblr_kpqoy8sOis1qz5q5oo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y yo sin dinero para inscribirme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foo Fighters-All my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my life I've been searching for somethin' Somethin' never comes, never leads to nuthin' Nothin' satisfies, but I'm gettin' close Closer to the prize at the end of the rope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All night long I dream of the day When it comes around, and it's takin'away Leaves me with the feelin' that I fear the most Feel it come to life when I see your ghost &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calm down, don't you resist Your such a delicate rist And if i give it a twist Somethin' to hold when I lose my grip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will i find something in there, to give it just what it needs another reason to bleed One by one, Hidden up my sleeve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, don't let it go to waste I love it but, i hate that taste Weight keeping me down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I find the believer Another one who believes Another one to decieve Over and over, down on my knees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I get any closer, I And if you open up wide And if you let me inside On and on, I've got nuthin' to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On and on I've got nuthin' to hide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, don't let it go to waste I love it but, i hate that taste Weight keeping me down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Done, done; on to the next one Done, done, and I'm on to the next one Done, done, and I'm on to the next one Done, done, and I'm on to the next one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-8252204920339380171?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8252204920339380171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8252204920339380171' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8252204920339380171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8252204920339380171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-mejor-escuela.html' title='La mejor escuela.'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SrUOtieCopI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2ixgLNL9cBU/s72-c/tumblr_kpqoy8sOis1qz5q5oo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8017421453969006605</id><published>2009-09-17T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:14:09.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Carr-The Dark End Of The Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YnHmaYaJpo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YnHmaYaJpo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para aquellos amores furtivos, para aquellas caricias trémulas,para los besos robados a otros..para los corazones compartidos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-8017421453969006605?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8017421453969006605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8017421453969006605' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8017421453969006605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8017421453969006605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/09/james-carr-dark-end-of-street.html' title='James Carr-The Dark End Of The Street'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-2325682005831906059</id><published>2009-09-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:49:23.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y ahora que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SrJD1O7dvqI/AAAAAAAAAME/VYper2OXvb0/s1600-h/tumblr_kq0o5o2OXc1qz5x8qo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382439086480801442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SrJD1O7dvqI/AAAAAAAAAME/VYper2OXvb0/s320/tumblr_kq0o5o2OXc1qz5x8qo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enfermo y sin ilusión es una estúpida manera de vivir. Hay ocasiones en que los caminos tomados son fatalmente equivocados y sin embargo la opción de hacerse a un lado no es la mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Hay situaciones que ya no se pueden remediar y tendré que vivir con esto toda la vida, pero el problema y la disyuntiva radican en saber hacia donde ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tom Waits-2:19&lt;/div&gt;I lost everything I had in the '29 flood The barn was buried 'neath a mile of mud Now I've got nothing but the whistle and the steam My baby's leaving town on the 2:19&lt;br /&gt;I said, hey, hey, I don't know what to doI will remember you Hey, hey, I don't know what to do My baby's leaving town on the 2:19&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a fellow that's preaching 'bout hell and damnation Bouncing off the walls of the Grand Central StationI treated her bad, I treated her mean Baby's leaving town on the 2:19&lt;br /&gt;I said, hey, hey, I will remember you Hey, hey, I don't know what to doHey, I don't know what to do My baby's leaving town on the 2:19&lt;br /&gt;Now I've always been puzzled by the yin and the yang It'll come out in the wash, but it always leaves a sHey, hey, I don't know what to doHey, hey, I will remember youHey, hey, I will remember youMy baby's leaving town on the 2:19tain Sturm and Drang, the luster and the&lt;br /&gt;sheen My baby's leaving town on the -&lt;br /&gt;Lost the baby with the water, and the preacher stole the brideSent her out for a bottle, but when she came back inside She didn't have my whiskey, didn't have my gin With a hat full of feathers and a wicked grin&lt;br /&gt;I said, hey, hey, I will remember you Yeah baby, I will remember you My baby's leaving town on the 2:19&lt;br /&gt;On the train you get smaller, as you get farther away The roar covers everything you wanted to say Was that a raindrop or a tear in your eye? Were you drying your nails or waving goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;I will remember youI don't know what to do, baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-2325682005831906059?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/2325682005831906059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=2325682005831906059' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2325682005831906059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2325682005831906059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-ahora-que.html' title='Y ahora que?'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SrJD1O7dvqI/AAAAAAAAAME/VYper2OXvb0/s72-c/tumblr_kq0o5o2OXc1qz5x8qo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-3289487245717980142</id><published>2009-09-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:31:44.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Pit-The Reeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVstHPhaJ6M&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVstHPhaJ6M&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/6217019394007599248-3289487245717980142?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/3289487245717980142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=3289487245717980142' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3289487245717980142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3289487245717980142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/09/passion-pit-reeling.html' title='Passion Pit-The Reeling'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-6648317780034707799</id><published>2009-09-11T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:42:25.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo quiero ser un Beatle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqpsQe96pgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/R3KRB5F8Y1U/s1600-h/the-beatles-last-photo-session.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380231735293945346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqpsQe96pgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/R3KRB5F8Y1U/s320/the-beatles-last-photo-session.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahora que-una vez mas- mis queridos Beatles estan en la boca de todo el mundo, me voy a aprovechar del momento para expresar un poquito lo que estos 4 tipos han significado a lo largo de mis dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si mi trabado cerebro no me falla, lo primero que escuche de ellos fue "I want to hold your hand" en un viejo programa de plaza sesamo cuando todavia era un mocoso que no sabia lo que queria, en realidad sigo sin saberlo, a partir de ese momento  su musica y sus particulares voces cimbraron mi pequeña existencia y me dejaron marcado por el resto de mi vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Afortunadamente adentrarme en los terrenos de su musica no implico gran esfuerzo gracias a las discotecas particulares de mi apa y mi padrino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Al ser propietario de una pequeña tienda de discos, mi padrino influyo notablemente en mi creciente entusiasmo por los de Liverpool, solia ir todas las tardes a "cuidarle" el negocio mientras el se aventaba un taco y yo aprovechaba esos momentos para escuchar una y otra vez los discos que estaban a mi mano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Segui cronologicamente disco por disco, pero en ese momento ninguna cancion me dejo helado tanto como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I am the walrus" incluso hasta el dia de hoy es una de mis canciones preferidas y sigo sin encontrar el secreto del por que algo pasa dentro de mi cuando entra por mis oidos semejante tonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El primer disco que adquiri, obviamente, fue el "Magical mistery tour" asi que torture a mi familia escuchando a la morsa una y otra vez hasta que un dia me di cuenta que Lennon comenzaba a tartamudear y opte por darle un poco de descanso a ese disco para darle paso al "Album Blanco" y a otras canciones que tambien terminarian atrapandome eternamente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De la enorme variedad de canciones que conviven en dicho disco el amor a primera vista surgio con:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I`m so tired", "Happiness is a warm gun", "Yer Blues" y "Sexie sadie" nadie podra negar que la fuerza que hay en estas canciones es imposible de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahora que he escuchado toda su musica sigo maravillado de lo que nos dejaron y sobre todo, de lo que hicieron en una decada..algunos llevamos casi 30 años intentando hacer algo productivo con nuestras vidas y no lo hemos logrado y sin embargo ellos en 10, cambiaron totalmente la musica y en muchos casos, los estilos de vida de tantas personas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mis Beatles favoritos son Lennon y Harrison, sus personalidades para mi, son enigmaticas y cuasi sagradas je..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aunque no por esto dejare de admitir que despues de separados los Beatles, estos dos hicieron alguno que otro disco impropio para alguien como ellos, alguna que otra cancion indigna de llevar sus apellidos registrados, pero bueno...¡¡Eran Lennon Y Harrison, quien les podia reclamar algo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por la felicidad que siempre me han dado, por la luz que su musica me ha otorgado en los largos periodos de oscuridad, por los gritos desaforados de Lennon, por la voz de Harrison, por el romanticismo de Mccartney, por la efectiva bateria de Ringo...por eso y por muchas otras cosas mas..YO QUIERO SER UN BEATLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beatles-Bad Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bad little kid moved into my neighborhood He won't do nothing right just sitting down and looks so good He don't want to go to school and learn to read and write Just sits around the house and plays the rock and roll music all nightWell, he put some tacks on teachers chair Puts some gum in little girl's hair Now, junior, behave yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Buys every rock and roll book on the magazine stand Every dime that he get is lost to the jukebox man Well he worries his teacher till at night she's ready to poop From rocking and a-rolling spinning in a hula hoop Well this rock and roll has got to stop Junior's head is hard as rock Now, junior, behave yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going tell your mama you better do what she said Get to the barber shop and get that hair cut off your head threw the canary and you fed it to the neighbors cat You gave the cocker spaniel a bath in mother's LaundromatWell, mama's head has got to stop Junior's head is hard as rockNow, junior, behave yourself&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/6217019394007599248-6648317780034707799?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/6648317780034707799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=6648317780034707799' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/6648317780034707799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/6648317780034707799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-quiero-ser-un-beatle.html' title='Yo quiero ser un Beatle'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqpsQe96pgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/R3KRB5F8Y1U/s72-c/the-beatles-last-photo-session.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-7481013538760067622</id><published>2009-09-10T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:56:34.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqlMVeLBZFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xv-p0rSYpVI/s1600-h/vacio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379915161631024210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqlMVeLBZFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xv-p0rSYpVI/s320/vacio2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo aceptar que me duele la vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo decir que no soy lo que soñaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo encontrarme frente a un espejo y ver el vacio que cargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo imaginarme todavia sintiendo la brisa del viento y sonreir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo abrir mis manos y dejar que la sangre se me escurra sin percatarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo joder mi vida por decisiones equivocadas y seguir caminando en la misma linea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo ver como ha pasado el tiempo y mis manos no logran retomar lo bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo destrozar mis pies caminando por lugares fangosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo sacar las ultimas gotas de vida gritando lo que no tiene sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puedo correr lejos de aqui, pero nunca podre separar esta parte que me lastima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Es dificil cargar con pesos que conforme el tiempo pasa, van dejando huecos en tu espalda, en tu vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;George Harrison-Blow Away&lt;br /&gt;Day turned black, sky ripped apart Rained for a year 'til it dampened my heart Cracks and leaks The floorboards caught rot About to go down I had almost forgot&lt;br /&gt;All I got to do is to love you&lt;br /&gt;All I got to be is, be happy&lt;br /&gt;All it's got to take is some warmth to make it&lt;br /&gt;Blow Away, Blow Away, Blow Away.&lt;br /&gt;Sky cleared up, day turned to bright Closing both eyes now the head filled with light Hard to remember what a state I was in Instant amnesia Yang to the Yin.&lt;br /&gt;Wind blew in, cloud was dispersed Rainbows appearing, the pressures were burst Breezes a-singing, now feeling good The moment had passed Like I knew that it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-7481013538760067622?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/7481013538760067622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=7481013538760067622' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/7481013538760067622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/7481013538760067622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/09/puedo.html' title='Puedo'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqlMVeLBZFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xv-p0rSYpVI/s72-c/vacio2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-3059399251003494265</id><published>2009-09-04T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:27:15.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephan Doitschinoff (Calma)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqGGBd6HNxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0_c1k0X7Jic/s1600-h/SD_17-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377726789823444754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqGGBd6HNxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0_c1k0X7Jic/s320/SD_17-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqGGA3WWxHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZkbVG0ep51Q/s1600-h/o_homem_detail2_72dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377726779472921714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqGGA3WWxHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZkbVG0ep51Q/s320/o_homem_detail2_72dpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vagabundeando por ahí, me encontré con este magnifico artista brasileño, dejo aquí una muestra de su obra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6217019394007599248-3059399251003494265?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/3059399251003494265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=3059399251003494265' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3059399251003494265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3059399251003494265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/09/stephan-doitschinoff-calma.html' title='Stephan Doitschinoff (Calma)'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SqGGBd6HNxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0_c1k0X7Jic/s72-c/SD_17-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-4752664805957710653</id><published>2009-08-26T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:21:34.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SpWldQV1WaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/brIKxSqH2X8/s1600-h/melancolia_bergen_munch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374383652357888418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SpWldQV1WaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/brIKxSqH2X8/s320/melancolia_bergen_munch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Me siento tan pequeño....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tindersticks-Come feel the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't you come out the guards have gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they forgot their purpose and shuffled their lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; have come feel the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't you come out the dogs lie sleeping their lips they twitch with the chills in their dreams they come feel the sun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't you come out and exact your revenge and the liers and wasters that call themselves friends for to forgive is overrated as they need but your affiance so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come feel the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why don't you come out we are missing your wife and babies that just want to hold you so come feel the sun touch your fears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make everything the same as it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&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/6217019394007599248-4752664805957710653?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/4752664805957710653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=4752664805957710653' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4752664805957710653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4752664805957710653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SpWldQV1WaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/brIKxSqH2X8/s72-c/melancolia_bergen_munch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-4380219622074298939</id><published>2009-08-10T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:55:22.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que necesito..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SoBYNTgz9dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iqWFrXmVG8U/s1600-h/lmkklmul2dg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368387741425071570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SoBYNTgz9dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iqWFrXmVG8U/s320/lmkklmul2dg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Urgentemente un trabajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Despertar mi cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Creer en mi mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Creer en la gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Un poco de esperanza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Impedir que mis sueños se destruyan en el asfalto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Limpiar mi voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Construir el camino en el que quiero terminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Rasurarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Terminar de escuchar los 3 discos de Tom Waits que me faltan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Acomodar mi colección de discos, limpiarlos y hablar con ellos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-La verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Fumarme el ultimo cigarrillo de la cajetilla eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Hoy, un poco de sexo, un poco de caricias, un poco de pasión, un poco de coqueteo, un poco de calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Acomodar mis ideas y etiquetarlas de acuerdo a su importancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Tomar menos agua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Olvidar un poco el pasado y disfrutar el presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Evitar menos la oscuridad y sacar parte por parte mi cuerpo a la luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Necesito muchas cosas, sin embargo hay algo que no se si pueda recuperar..eso es lo realmente importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All that i need-Blind Melon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that I need is the air that I breatheAnd all that I need are (all) thingsI dont need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all that really mattersIs what matters to me(hee..hee)And who of (? ) you are like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I was to smile and I held out my hand (hold)And opened it now would you not understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you know if Im to benefit Ill do everything thatI can (handle? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And who of you are like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will make you feel good Over my shoulderIt will get me down And got me tied upTill I grow older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But feel me inside of you Like you want it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But is it just the pains in your headThat are thrilling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another lifes...falling down onto its knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Ill never smile the way That I did like that day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything will be ok......Itll be ok...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/6217019394007599248-4380219622074298939?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/4380219622074298939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=4380219622074298939' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4380219622074298939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4380219622074298939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/08/lo-que-necesito.html' title='Lo que necesito..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SoBYNTgz9dI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iqWFrXmVG8U/s72-c/lmkklmul2dg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-3476584006319583846</id><published>2009-06-30T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:31:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asi la vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Skpn1ccn7EI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uaTAwVHRB4M/s1600-h/2vjocjd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353205274950233154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Skpn1ccn7EI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uaTAwVHRB4M/s320/2vjocjd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuando la tristeza se encuentra cerca de mi es facil escribir sobre tantas cosas, el abanico de posibilidades se amplia y las palabras fluyen casi por arte de magia. Sin embargo cuando mi vida pasa por momentos de tranquilidad y podriamos decir, hasta de felicidad, se me complica sobremanera hablar o plasmar la situacion actual que vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me estoy dedicando a observar y ser participe del crecimiento de la persona mas maravillosa e inocente que he conocido en toda mi vida, a tratar de enseñarle lo que a mi juicio es lo mejor (pero vaya que es dificil), me dedico a pulir los detalles que pueden ser fundamentales para su futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soy la mitad de las manos que ella necesita para crecer sin temores e inseguridades, soy la mitad de los ojos que ella necesita para observar los caminos menos sinuosos, soy la mitad de las piernas que ella necesita para transitar en lugares sin fango.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estoy enamorado de ella, y creo que por primera vez en mi vida, no hay paranoia tan extrema que me impida ver la pureza del amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo princesita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lennon escribio esta cancion a su hijo Sean, asi que yo la tomo prestada y se la dedico a mi hermosa Sabina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Close your eyes, Have no fear, The monsters gone, He's on the run and your daddy's here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Beautiful, Beautiful, beautiful, Beautiful Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Before you go to sleep, Say a little prayer, Every day in every way, It's getting better and better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Beautiful, Beautiful, beautiful, Beautiful Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Out on the ocean sailing away, I can hardly wait, To see you to come of age, But I guess we'll both, Just have to be patient, Yes it's a long way to go, But in the meantime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Before you cross the street, Take my hand, Life is just what happens to you, While your busy making other plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-3476584006319583846?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/3476584006319583846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=3476584006319583846' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3476584006319583846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3476584006319583846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/06/asi-la-vida.html' title='Asi la vida.'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Skpn1ccn7EI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uaTAwVHRB4M/s72-c/2vjocjd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8973456961787261972</id><published>2009-06-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:00:59.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De regreso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SjArgV-_SLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_7ODdAJaWF8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345820592345925810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SjArgV-_SLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_7ODdAJaWF8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Después de mucho tiempo de ausencia estoy de regreso, me tome unas "vacaciones" de todo para recuperarme de 8 años arduos e intensos donde el estres y la tensión se pegaron como lapas a mi. La sensación de libertad es indescriptible y ahora comienza una nueva etapa en mi vida la cual, espero sea mucho mejor que la anterior. No voy a negar que a estas alturas de mi vida busco beneficios materiales, sin embargo se que para obtenerlos va a ser necesario contar con un lugar donde pueda desarrollar tantas ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Espero no perderme tan seguido a partir de hoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Salud a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6217019394007599248-8973456961787261972?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8973456961787261972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8973456961787261972' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8973456961787261972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8973456961787261972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-regreso.html' title='De regreso.'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SjArgV-_SLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_7ODdAJaWF8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-5317501877576685812</id><published>2009-05-12T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:40:37.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfermo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sgn2JxAlIlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0487j2_J1x8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335065881232089682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sgn2JxAlIlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0487j2_J1x8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La mala vida llevada en la juventud comienza a hacer estragos en mi olvidada salud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahora con tanto pánico que han creado las "autoridades" ya no se si esto que comienza es una simple gripe o creerme el cuento de la mentada influenza. Me produce un dolor tremendo el tener que caminar, incluso levantarme es terrible, yo que podía jactarme de ser inmune a las alergias y otras tantas cosas que siempre se me han hecho "solo para niñas", en estos momentos el polvo que pulula en las calles me tiene atado y me da risa verme estornudando como nunca antes lo había hecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;En pocos días me quedare sin trabajo y quisiera pensar que todos estos malestares físicos son la consecuencia de 8 años en los que estuve bajo tanta presión, dejando de lado mi vida personal, viviendo sometido a un estres auto impuesto y recién me doy cuenta lo viejo que me volví estando aquí, 8 años es una vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;En fin, seré una estadística mas del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; desempleo en este país..espero dejar de serlo pronto, je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Doors-Been Down So Long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I've been down so Goddamn long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That it looks like up to me  Well, I've been down so very damn long That it looks like up to me Yeah, why don't one you people C'mon and set me free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I said, warden, warden, warden Won't you break your lock and key I said, warden, warden, warden Won't ya break your lock and key Yeah, come along here, mister C'mon and let the poor boy be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby, baby, baby Won't you get down on your knees Baby, baby, baby Won't you get down on your knees C'mon little darlin' C'mon and give your love to me, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I've been down so Goddamn long That it looks like up to me Well, I've been down so very damn long That it looks like up to me Yeah, why don't one you people C'mon, c'mon, c'mon and set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/6217019394007599248-5317501877576685812?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/5317501877576685812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=5317501877576685812' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5317501877576685812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5317501877576685812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/05/enfermo.html' title='Enfermo'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sgn2JxAlIlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0487j2_J1x8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-6436976054405343034</id><published>2009-04-30T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:56:28.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esto es lo que hay....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sfokf9Q8ISI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iUIL7lPJjjg/s1600-h/1261371851_944180bf30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330613240386560290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sfokf9Q8ISI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iUIL7lPJjjg/s320/1261371851_944180bf30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;-Histeria,Sospechas,Terror,"Información" a medias, Pánico, Calles desiertas, Rostros borrados, Miles de ojos deambulando,Alienación, Lujuria escondida, Manos vacías, Labios ansiosos, Burlas externas y un olor a muerte hambrienta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Esto es lo que hay, lo que veo cuando salgo de mi casa, cuando mis ojos miran alrededor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;¿Realmente somos un país tan jodido, tan mal hecho, tan abandonado "por la mano de dios" (je)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Eramos conocidos por ser unos corruptos, por tener políticos bastante mediocres y tranzas, por tener una selección mexicana llena de vedettes, etc...y encima ahora somos los culpables -ante los ojos del mundo entero-de apestarles su salud, de joderles sus vacaciones, de pasarse varios días en un hospital, en una cama. No dudo que próximamente exista una conspiración para terminar con este país de mierda, con todos los que (desgraciadamente) habitamos y -nacimos sin ser preguntados- en un país donde las cosas se hacen con las patas, donde no hay oportunidades para ser y hacer algo diferente, donde para avanzar necesitas una enooorme y poderosa ayuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¡¡Huyamos de este país!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No creo en revoluciones, solo en la que cantan The Beatles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Beatles- Revolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you want a revolution Well, you know We all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well, you know We all want to change the world But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out Don't you know it's gonna be all right all right, all right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you got a real solution Well, you know We'd all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well, you know We're doing what we can But when you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell is brother you have to wait Don't you know it's gonna be all right all right, all right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you'll change the constitution Well, you know We all want to change your head You tell me it's the institution Well, you know You better free you mind instead But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know it's gonna be all right all right, all right all right, all right, all right all right, all right, all right&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-6436976054405343034?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/6436976054405343034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=6436976054405343034' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/6436976054405343034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/6436976054405343034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/04/esto-es-lo-que-hay.html' title='Esto es lo que hay....'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sfokf9Q8ISI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iUIL7lPJjjg/s72-c/1261371851_944180bf30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-9084390409245558195</id><published>2009-04-20T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:18:17.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dualidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SeyphGHrROI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MkpU2Y5FiGA/s1600-h/dr_jekyll_and_mr_hyde_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326818845316039906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SeyphGHrROI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MkpU2Y5FiGA/s320/dr_jekyll_and_mr_hyde_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parece que mi naturaleza le pide a mi vida días de oscuridad, no se acostumbra a ver las cosas luminosas y siempre exige un poco de niebla, de penumbras, de dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De un tiempo para acá los caminos que he andado han sido un tanto "buenos" llenos de risas, caricias y mucho bienestar, pero como la mayor parte de mi existencia he sido un tipo bastante lúgubre momentos como estos suelen rascar en mi interior impidiendo disfrutar al máximo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es difícil olvidar de un momento a otro el innoble beso de la amargura que me persigue, aun y cuando esquivo a mi propia sombra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tratare de no joder este periodo y pondré millones de barricadas para impedir el paso a la oscuridad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Bowie-Always crushing in the same car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every chance, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every chance that I take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I take it on the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those kilometres and the red lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was always looking left and right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jasmine, I saw you peeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I pushed my foot down to the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was going round and round the hotel garage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must have been touching close to 94&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car&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/6217019394007599248-9084390409245558195?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/9084390409245558195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=9084390409245558195' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/9084390409245558195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/9084390409245558195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/04/dualidad.html' title='Dualidad'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SeyphGHrROI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MkpU2Y5FiGA/s72-c/dr_jekyll_and_mr_hyde_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-231417464119494045</id><published>2009-04-09T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:42:47.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y sin embargo hay que hacerlo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sd5J9XKrUbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QhY8MMJPEg4/s1600-h/trainspotting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322773128138150322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sd5J9XKrUbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QhY8MMJPEg4/s320/trainspotting2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te das cuenta que la vida deja de serlo cuando es necesario llegar a estos momentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escoge una vida.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge un trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge una profesión.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge una familia.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge una puta televisión grande.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge lavadoras, carros, estéreos y abridores de latas eléctricos.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge un seguro para tener salud, colesterol bajo, seguro dental.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge una casa.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge a tus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge ropas y accesorios.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge si masturbarte un domingo en la mañana, pensando en la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge sentarte en un sofá a mirar concursos televisivos que entumecen la mente y despedazan el espíritu, mientras te atiborras de comida chatarra.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge tener una familia y niños egoístas que pusiste en el mundo para sustituirte.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge tu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Escoge la Vida…&lt;br /&gt;¿Pero por que querria hacer yo algo asi?&lt;br /&gt;Yo escogi no escoger la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Yo escogi algo mas, ¿las razones? no hay razones.&lt;br /&gt;¿Quien necesita razones cuando tienes heroina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Renton-Trainspotting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iggy Pop-Lust For Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here comes johnny yen again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the liquor and drugs And the flesh machine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hes gonna do another strip tease.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey man, whered ya get that lotion? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive been hurting since Ive bought the gimmick &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About something called love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, something called love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, thats like hypnotizing chickens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Im just a modern guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, Ive had it in the ear before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a lust for life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause of a lust for life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im worth a million in prizes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my torture film&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drive a gtoWear a uniform&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All on a government loan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im worth a million in prizesYeah, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im through with sleeping on the sidewalk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more beating my brains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more beating my brains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With liquor and drugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With liquor and drugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-231417464119494045?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/231417464119494045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=231417464119494045' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/231417464119494045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/231417464119494045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-das-cuenta-que-la-vida-deja-de-serlo.html' title='Y sin embargo hay que hacerlo..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sd5J9XKrUbI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QhY8MMJPEg4/s72-c/trainspotting2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-3194091017456821879</id><published>2009-04-07T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:30:06.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poco a poco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdupO34EoyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zKEc42Gx7Fk/s1600-h/23665175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322033457650770722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdupO34EoyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zKEc42Gx7Fk/s320/23665175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Los huesos me duelen, la memoria se nubla y falla cada vez mas -ya no es la misma de antes-, he permitido que la noche me use para ella y ya no me arrastro por las calles lugubres como solia hacerlo. Mis piernas tiemblan cuando les hablo del futuro, mis ojos se cansan con el brillo del sol. "Falta mucho" para envejecer, sin embargo ya siento los estragos de ese momento y mi vida se vuelve aburrida e insoportable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joaquin Sabina- Tan joven y tan viejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo primero que quise fue marcharme bien lejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en el álbum de cromo de la resignación. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pegábamos los niños que odiaban los espejos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; o antes de Rita Hayworth, calles de Nueva York. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A penas vi que un ojo me guiñaba la vida, le pedí que a su antojo dispusiera de mí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ella me dio las llaves de la ciudad prohibida. Yo todo lo que tengo, que es nada se lo dí. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y así crecí volando y volé tan deprisa que hasta mi propia sombra de vista me perdió.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para borrar mis huellas destrocé mi camisa,confundí con estrellas las luces de neón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hice trampas al pocker.Defraudé a mis amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por decir lo que pienso, sin pensar lo que digo,más de un beso me dieron y más de un bofetón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lo que sé del olvido lo aprendí de la luna.Lo que sé del pecado lo tuve que buscar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como un ladrón debajo de las faldas de algunas de cuyo nombre ahora no me quiero acordar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Así que de momento, nada de adiós muchachos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me duermo en los entierros de mi generación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada noche me invento.Todavía me emborracho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tan joven y tan viejo, like a Rolling Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-3194091017456821879?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/3194091017456821879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=3194091017456821879' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3194091017456821879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3194091017456821879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/04/poco-poco.html' title='Poco a poco'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdupO34EoyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zKEc42Gx7Fk/s72-c/23665175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-6905492799053376726</id><published>2009-04-06T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:03:50.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurt Cobain (20 febrero 1967- 05 abril 1994)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdoQwJmC0jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-GXgsVS3vhc/s1600-h/NirvanaSliverposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321584329086915122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdoQwJmC0jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-GXgsVS3vhc/s320/NirvanaSliverposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayer se cumplieron 15 años de tu partida, y desde entonces han pasado muchisimas cosas en mi vida y en la de tantos otros. Cuando te volaste la cabeza aun era un niño de 14 años (a punto de cumplir los 15) que lloro tu muerte, estaba en segundo grado de secundaria y ya la vida me parecia algo muy dificil de cargar. Desde entonces no ha cambiado mucho mi percepcion sobre esto, sin embargo ahora que estoy cerca de cumplir los 30 me parece apabullante cuanto ha pasado el tiempo. Desde ese momento hasta la fecha no ha aparecido otro grupo u otro cabron como tu que mueva a las masas de la manera en que ustedes 3 lo hicieron. Si, han salido cosas buenas, pero no he vuelto a encontrar algo que me sacuda tanto. Probablemente estarias tan feliz de ver en lo que se ha convertido MTV, quiza aborrecerias a tu hija por la clase de musica que escucha, tal vez hubieras matado a courtney por lo puta que es, quien sabe..Confesare que ya no escucho tan a menudo tus discos, y no es porque haya perdido el gusto por ella al contrario, ahora lo hago en momentos muy especiales y vuelvo a encontrar todo eso que me lleno durante aquellos años. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asi que mi querido Kurt, felices 15 y concedame esta pieza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nirvana-Very ape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm buried up to my neck in Contradictorary flies I'll take pride as the king of literatureI'm very apeAnd very nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you ever need anything Please don't Hesitate to ask someone else first I'm so busy acting like I'm not naive I've seen it all I was here first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out of the ground Into the sky Out f the sky Into the dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you ever need anything Please don't Hesitate to ask someone else first I'm so busy acting like I'm not naive I've seen it all I was here first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out of the ground Into the sky Out of the sky Into the dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdoQwJmC0jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-GXgsVS3vhc/s72-c/NirvanaSliverposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8333949537536815174</id><published>2009-04-06T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:20:41.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una pequela historia (Parte 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdoObyeV_8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/aCiJa9SeuwU/s1600-h/Sara_083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321581780259962818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdoObyeV_8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/aCiJa9SeuwU/s320/Sara_083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdí la ruta de tu cabeza y cuando un coche envió su luz perseguidora al interior del bar, pude verte tomar mi pene entre tu boca y comenzarlo a chupar como si en el quisieras encontrar la felicidad que no habías podido tener.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras, yo agarraba tu cabello y jugaba con el entre mis dedos e intencionalmente empujaba tu cabeza un poco mas adentro para sentir como me tragabas a cada mamada.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;James-Say something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youre as tight as a hunters trap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hidden well, what are you concealing Poker face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;carved in stone Amongst friends, but all alone Why do you hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say something, say something, anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive shown you everything Give me a sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say something, say something, anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your silence is deafening Pay me in kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a drug to set you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strange fruit from a forbidden tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Youve got to come down soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than a drug is what I need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need a change of scenery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need a new life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say something, say something anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive shown you everything Give me a sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say something, say something, anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your silence is deafening Pay me in kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im open wide, open wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you swallowed everything Pay me in kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-8333949537536815174?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8333949537536815174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8333949537536815174' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8151443388630412703</id><published>2009-04-03T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:36:38.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una pequeña historia (Parte 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdZWHAL3geI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8F3XQodveAg/s1600-h/Sara_055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320534688093667810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdZWHAL3geI/AAAAAAAAAHg/8F3XQodveAg/s320/Sara_055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parte de tu calzón se asomo para ofrecerme un poco de temperatura agradable en medio de este ambiente glacial, y pude visualizar restos de sangre en el...pareciera que llevaras una vida con ellos, pero en la necesidad que cargaba desde hace tiempo no podía ponerme exigente respecto a limpieza..así que clave mas la vista en ellos y vi o imagine, como tus piernas se abrían un poco y le ofrecían,después de tanto tiempo, un poco de dureza a mi entrepierna.&lt;br /&gt;Levante la vista y me percate que sonreías ante mi incredulidad por verme descubierto, quise pararme y cambiar de lugar pero inexplicablemente te abalanzaste hacia mi con la fuerza de un tornado y con tu mano derecha cogiste mi miembro a punto de estallar- de pronto me vi envuelto en aquello que ansiosamente había buscado por tantos kilómetros- me llevaste a un sillón que apestaba a orines y por el que seguramente, habían pasado varios perdedores como yo, y arañaste mi espalda sin avisarme por lo que sentí un dolor seco en ella, pero en estos momentos no podía menospreciar este regalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te trate con violencia porque al parecer, era lo que disfrutabas, baje mi mano con rapidez bajo tu falda y por fin pude tener en mi mano ese calzón que por un tiempo fue mi única compañía, lo saque y tuve la imperiosa necesidad de guardar su olor en mi, entonces como  como un desesperado lo uní a mi olfato y entre un delicado olor a orín y una cicatriz de sangre este voló a un lugar apartado de nosotros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Falta un poco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth Orton-Don´t need a reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever seen a sign,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That upon a time,There were angels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all lose track,Was upon our backs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel the weight of them,Why they fall is hard tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But some things you can buy yourself, Yeah we all hurt the ones we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we don't need a reason,We only give what we think we deserve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that's something to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I've seen a sign,But its a very fine line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you want it all,An' don't lose track,For on our back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no weight of wings,When they shine is hard to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But some things never fade away,We only hurt the ones we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why we don't need a reason,We only give what we think we deserve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that's something to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I've been calling angels down to Earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An' I don't need a reason,Calling angels down to Earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I believe we need them,We only hurt the ones we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why we don't need a reason,Gonna get all that you deserve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all that you believe in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you need them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you need them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you need them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you need them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you need them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you need them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/6217019394007599248-8151443388630412703?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8151443388630412703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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una luz tan sucia que me hizo recordar mi suerte..en el lugar solo estábamos 3 personas, un tipo ebrio y tirado sobre la mesa de la cual escurría un hilito de melancolía,un sombrero a sus pies cual perro faldero, y en la barra estabas tu..con tus ojos dormidos por la tristeza, por las lágrimas que despertaron e hicieron una tormenta al salir, con el rímel depresivo que bañaba tus mejillas, te veías hermosa..no tomabas nada, solo fumabas como queriendo terminarte el oxigeno que te quedaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me acerque a ti e ignoraste mi llegada, baje la vista y revise cuidadosamente tus piernas, tus uñas semi pintadas, tus pies descalzos que temblaban por el frió y la lluvia, quise tocarte y ofrecerte mi abrigo destrozado pero lo rechazaste.&lt;br /&gt;Moví un poco mi silla para quedar frente a ti y poder observarte mejor, de paso aprovechar que te encontrabas ensimismada en tu desolación para "entrar" en tu entrepierna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Le seguimos mañana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Night I dream That somebody loved me-The Smiths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Last night I dreamt That somebody loved me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;No hope, no harm Just another false alarm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;So, tell me how long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Before the last one ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;And tell me how long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Before the right one ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The story is old - I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;But it goes onThe story is old - I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;But it goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Oh, Goes on And on oh, goes on And on&lt;/span&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/6217019394007599248-5106449007286645050?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/5106449007286645050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=5106449007286645050' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-5237237394511091952</id><published>2009-04-01T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:57:57.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una pequeña historia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdPCd4qESOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8zMBabEVJ1Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319809403535509730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdPCd4qESOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8zMBabEVJ1Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PRIMERA PARTE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me encontraba perdido en una ciudad donde la luna brillaba radiante ante mis ojos, donde el aroma a perdición penetraba en mi nariz por lo que quise buscar con mis pies cansados, una persona que calmara esta sensación de frío que deja el andar hacia ningún lado.&lt;br /&gt;Escudriñe a cada una de las personas que pasaban a mi lado, a la distancia, en mi imaginación, en la realidad, pero no lograba tener la certeza de quien..&lt;br /&gt;Seguí caminando acompañado por negras nubes y una pertinaz llovizna que hacia nido en el hoyo de mi zapato. Tenia hambre, mucha hambre de sentir la respiración asfixiante de una mujer cerca de mi cara, pero no....pasaba el tiempo y la ansiedad por abandonar este lugar donde me encontraba, quemaba mis venas y poco a poco volvía a resignarme en que después de tantas ciudades y personas, mi deseo se vería una vez mas insatisfecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;CONTINUARA MAÑANA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radiohead-Blow Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In my mind and nailed into my heels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All the time killing what I feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And everything I touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[All wrapped up in cotton wool]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[All wrapped up and sugar coated]turns to stone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And everything I touch[All wrapped up in cotton wool] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[All wrapped up and sugar coated]turns stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am fused just in case I blow out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am glued just because I crack out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everything I touch turns to stone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everything I touch [All wrapped up in cotton wool]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[All wrapped up and sugar coated]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/6217019394007599248-5237237394511091952?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/5237237394511091952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=5237237394511091952' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5237237394511091952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5237237394511091952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/04/una-pequena-historia.html' title='Una pequeña historia.'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SdPCd4qESOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8zMBabEVJ1Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-2843751697881121521</id><published>2009-03-31T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:53:01.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loco..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wISm0x9TFcY&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/wISm0x9TFcY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otro del loco Charly.. Genial, como solo el puede serlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-2843751697881121521?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/2843751697881121521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=2843751697881121521' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2843751697881121521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2843751697881121521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/03/loco.html' title='Loco..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8357468145245131568</id><published>2009-03-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:52:56.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3:AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sc5l1Xni4nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MI-mu9PMB80/s1600-h/Depressao_Suicidio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318300177518486130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sc5l1Xni4nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MI-mu9PMB80/s320/Depressao_Suicidio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sentimos que todo parece haber perdido sentido solo es cuestion de poner esta melodia en nuestros oidos,dejar que entre suavemente y  se enrede en nuestra tristeza para llevarla lejos. Ese reloj que se escucha en el transcurso de la cancion es nuestro corazon que palpita.&lt;br /&gt;Queda esta hermosa cancion de Serú Girán, con el gran Charly Garcia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:AM- Serú Girán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La fiebre de un sábado azuly un domingo sin tristezas.Esquivas a tu corazóny destrozas tu cabeza,y en tu voz, sólo un pálido adiosy el reloj en tu puño marcó las tres.El sueño de un sol y de un mary una vida peligrosacambiando lo amargo por miely la gris ciudad por rosaste hace bien, tanto como hace malte hace odiar, tanto como querer y más. Cambiaste de tiempo y de amory de música y de ideasCambiaste de sexo y de Dios de color y de fronteras pero en sí, nada más cambiarás y un sensual abandono vendrá y el fin.Y llevas el caño a tu sien apretando bien las muelas y cierras los ojos y ves todo el mar en primavera bang, bang, bang hojas muertas que caen,siempre igual,los que no pueden más se van.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-8357468145245131568?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8357468145245131568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8357468145245131568' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8357468145245131568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8357468145245131568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/03/3am.html' title='3:AM'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sc5l1Xni4nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MI-mu9PMB80/s72-c/Depressao_Suicidio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-4554813848368684313</id><published>2009-03-27T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:37:34.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancólico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TCEJtUNe90A&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/TCEJtUNe90A&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuando el amor se va solo queda tristeza, melancolia y una desesperanza cruel, quedan momentos donde los espejos son nuestro peor enemigo y es preciso quebrarlos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Se quedan enmarañados miles de recuerdos, de aromas que solo regresaran absorbidos por el aliento de la añoranza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cuando el amor nos abandona, el mundo se pierde en un laberinto en el que su salida se encuentra frente a nuestras narices, sin embargo tal oscuridad nos impide palparla y huir hacia la luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lagrimas brotan sin cesar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;El domingo es el peor dia para sufrir una de estas perdidas, para observar como el amor se larga por la ventana, pero tambien es un buen dia para celebrar algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6217019394007599248-4554813848368684313?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/4554813848368684313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=4554813848368684313' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4554813848368684313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4554813848368684313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/03/melancolico_27.html' title='Melancólico.'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8387422271848522299</id><published>2009-03-26T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:20:09.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobrinito..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Scu-sXcGSCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0CKFh-i5V8Q/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317553454456391714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Scu-sXcGSCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0CKFh-i5V8Q/s320/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La vida suele ser tan injusta, cruel, mierda, lacerante, abyecta, incoherente y un infinito etcétera, y esta vez nos ha tocado a nosotros probar en todo su esplendor estos calificativos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A nosotros, a la familia entera, a mi hermano y su esposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sigo sin entender xq un bebito que estaba a punto de cumplir un año de vida tuvo que morir de esa manera, sigo sin entender xq alguien tan hermoso tuvo que irse tan pronto y dejarnos con este hueco enorme en nuestras vidas, NUNCA entenderé xq a el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;En estos momentos ya es un angelito- como su nombre lo decía- un angelito que vino y nos hizo creer que la vida podía ser diferente. Hoy ya no esta, se ha ido y yo desde aquí maldigo el momento en el que esto sucedió.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; ¿Que puto daño podía hacer alguien que recién comenzaba a dar sus primeros pasos, que puto daño?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Angelito, donde quiera que te encuentres haciendo travesuras (seguramente) te digo que toda tu familia, tus papis, tus tíos,etc..estaremos siempre recordándote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;¿Ahora con quien jugara mi Sabina? Ella solo era mayor que tu 6 meses y mira que abandonada la has dejado.. ella todos los días pregunta por ti y manda besos al viento, deseamos que los recibas y te lleven a lugares mejores que este en el que nos dejaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cuidanos siempre Angelito, algún día todos volveremos a estar juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Te quiere mucho, tu tío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eric Clapton-Tears in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Will it be the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way, through night and day Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time can bring you down Time can bend your knee Time can break your heart Have you begging please Begging please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beyond the door There's peace I'm sure. And I know there'll be no more... Tears in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Will it be the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-8387422271848522299?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8387422271848522299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8387422271848522299' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8387422271848522299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8387422271848522299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/03/sobrinito.html' title='Sobrinito..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Scu-sXcGSCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0CKFh-i5V8Q/s72-c/GetAttachment2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-5091596836084148404</id><published>2009-03-16T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:44:57.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaico de imagenes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sb659OwXPcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HJ4WA2oqTUE/s1600-h/73-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313889071927868866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sb659OwXPcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HJ4WA2oqTUE/s320/73-06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -2:17 am.. Madrugada del domingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Coffee and Cigarrettes" en el reproductor de dvd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ray Charles cantando "Drown in my own tears" en mi cabeza golpeando con ese triste piano los recuerdos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-En la cama regados y siendo mi compañia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a)Un cenicero a punto de desbordarse de tantas colillas inservibles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b)Dos encendedores que pelean por ser el proximo en prender ese cigarro que inunde la habitacion con su aroma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c)Una caja de Sedalmerck Flu para esta puta gripe que no cede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d)La revista "Proceso" donde me entero del basurero en el que se ha convertido mi ciudad que tanto amo y odio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e)Mi fiel mochila que me acompaña durante todo el dia y en la cual guardo lo mas importante para mi...a donde vaya, ella ira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f)Mucho papel sanitario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g)Tres peliculas que esperan su turno, "Vacaciones Permanentes", "16 años de alcohol" y una vez mas "Control" (podria verla hasta cada segundo de mi vida).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;h)El plato con residuos de los tacos de bistek que me empaque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo eso hay en mi cama, eso y un enorme hueco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-El sol abre las persianas con sus dedos y yo estoy a punto de quedarme dormido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-6:33 am...Mi voz esta quebrada, quebrada por los palos que le dieron tantos cigarros y por la edad que va terminando poco a poco con ella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mis ojos se cerraron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray Charles-Drown in my own tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brings a tear,Into my eyes,When I begin,To realize,I've cried so much,Since you've been gone,I guess I'm drowning in my own tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit and cry,Just like a child My pouring tears Are runnin' wild If you don't think You'll be home soonI guess I'll drown in my own tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's true Into each life Some rain, rain must pour I'm so blue Here without youIt keeps raining More and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't you Come on home Oh yes so I won't Be all alone If you don't think You'll be home soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll(drown in my own tears)Ooh, don't let me(drown in my own tears)When I'm in trouble, baby(drown in my own tears) Oh, yeah, baby don't let me(drown in my own tears)I guess I'll drown in my own tears Oh, mmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-5091596836084148404?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/5091596836084148404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=5091596836084148404' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5091596836084148404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5091596836084148404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/03/mosaico-de-imagenes.html' title='Mosaico de imagenes.'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/Sb659OwXPcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HJ4WA2oqTUE/s72-c/73-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-758847825803617256</id><published>2009-03-14T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:08:22.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aforismos, E.M Cioran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SbxDrjJMlbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z3C6gIDc59I/s1600-h/cioran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313196075837593010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SbxDrjJMlbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z3C6gIDc59I/s320/cioran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Un ser que aburre es un ser incapaz de aburrirse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Cuanto más me curo de mí mismo, más me parezco.La melancolía nos libera del YO hasta tal punto, que ésta es su mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Quisiera que me acariciaran unas manos por las que pueda fluir el tiempo...o que me lloren unos ojos arrancados de un paraíso en llamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Dios es el modo más favorable de prescindir de la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Toda desesperanza es un ultimátum a Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Mueres de lo esencial cuando te desligas de todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*El que está cansado de sí mismo cansa a sus semejantes y se cansa de ellos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Elliot Smith- A Passing Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything is gone but the echo of the burst of a shell And I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling In the city I built up and blew to hell I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling Still I send all the time My request for relief Down the dead power line Though I'm beyond belief In the help I requireJust to exist at all Took a long time to stand Took an hour to fall I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling Stuck here waiting for a passing feelingStill I send all the time My request for relief Down the dead power line Though I'm beyond beliefIn the help I requireJust to exist at all Took a long time to stand Took an hour to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/6217019394007599248-758847825803617256?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/758847825803617256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=758847825803617256' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/758847825803617256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/758847825803617256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/03/aforismos-em-cioran.html' title='Aforismos, E.M Cioran'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SbxDrjJMlbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z3C6gIDc59I/s72-c/cioran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-2623130991031238300</id><published>2009-02-28T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:39:15.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Man Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SamSwFehq5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/bjnRGnb1kYs/s1600-h/desolacion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307934990634429330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SamSwFehq5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/bjnRGnb1kYs/s320/desolacion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;La profunda tristeza tan enamorada de mi no quiere marcharse..Mi cuerpo inerte camina como una maquina programada y ahi voy yo, como un capitan llevando a la tripulacion directo al fondo del mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Las emociones vienen y se van, no duran mas de 1 segundo junto a mi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Perdi mi vida en algun punto de este largo camino que he llevado y a pesar de haber retrocedido varios pasos no logro encontrarla, es frustrante vivir sin aliento, sin una luz que ilumine las eternas oscuridades que vivo cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;El tiempo se acerca, lo siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My Way- Sex Pistols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain You cunt, I'm not a queer I'll state my case of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full And each and every highway And yet, much more than thisI did it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Regrets I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to doI saw it through without exemptionI've planned each charted course Each careful step along the highwayAnd more, much more than thisI did it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There were times,I'm sure you knew When there was fuck, fuck Fuck all else to do But through it all,When there was doubtI shot it up or kicked it outI faced 'em all and the worldAnd did it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've loved and been a snide I've had my fill, my share of losing And now the tears subside I find it all so amusingTo think, I killed a catAnd might I say not in the gay wayOh no, oh no, not me I did it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For what is a Brit,What has he got When he wears hats and he cannot Say the things he truly feels But only the words Of one who kneelsThe record shows, I've shot a bloke And did it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&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/6217019394007599248-2623130991031238300?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/2623130991031238300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=2623130991031238300' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2623130991031238300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2623130991031238300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-man-walking.html' title='Dead Man Walking'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SamSwFehq5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/bjnRGnb1kYs/s72-c/desolacion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-5313731916704211539</id><published>2009-02-23T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:49:32.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu sabes quien eres..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SaNRySz9N3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fJjeNZgSri4/s1600-h/2280592380_9246ee1a8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306174710457644914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SaNRySz9N3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fJjeNZgSri4/s320/2280592380_9246ee1a8b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No se por donde empezar, pero se como terminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Es preciso terminar con esto inmediatamente, tanto tiempo esperando esa respuesta que nunca llego, la paciencia se ha agotado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Necesito tenerte cerca y no por una bocina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;telefónica&lt;/span&gt;, te convertiste en la liga que me sujeta a esta vida pero tus palabras las escucho tan lejanas, tan difusas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Me pides sonrisas cuando no puedo hacerlo mas, no en este momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Quisiera correr de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; y meterme en tus brazos para seguir creyendo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;todavía&lt;/span&gt; es posible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sonreír&lt;/span&gt;, para seguir creyendo que no soy el estorbo que otros dicen que soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eres la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; persona que ve en mi algo mas que eso pero no puedo mas con las noches oscuras, con las madrugadas abandonadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por favor, ¿que hago antes de que sea demasiado tarde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DÍMELO&lt;/span&gt;..TE LO EXIJO...POR PIEDAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;La pistola apunta a mi cabeza y no puedo esquivarla mas...no puedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;landfill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don't, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;handshake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;carbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;monoxide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;bellyache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;outta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;outta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;please&lt;/span&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/6217019394007599248-5313731916704211539?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/5313731916704211539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=5313731916704211539' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5313731916704211539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/5313731916704211539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/02/tu-sabes-quien-eres.html' title='Tu sabes quien eres..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SaNRySz9N3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/fJjeNZgSri4/s72-c/2280592380_9246ee1a8b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-3476067178931768542</id><published>2009-02-21T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:31:10.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurt..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SaCoiJkHyKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Xcc3zrCK72k/s1600-h/kurt_cobain_000c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305425665678887074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SaCoiJkHyKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Xcc3zrCK72k/s320/kurt_cobain_000c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Recuerdo esa mañana en la que me entere de tu muerte,sentí que algo había perdido para siempre, y desde entonces sigue ese vacio sin llenarse.Aun guardo el recorte de periódico donde la noticia golpeaba mis ojos y destruía para siempre tu voz, mi voz. Para muchos fuiste solo un estúpido mas pegando alaridos sin sentido, para mi no..para mi fuiste y sigues siendo la luz que iluminaba el camino tan oscuro. Por ti me uní a ese grupo de tontos pretenciosos donde tus canciones eran las principales en el repertorio, por ti todo quedo desierto después de tu partida, por ti llore al escucharte cantar "Where did you sleep last night", y lo sigo haciendo cada que escucho ese grito que desgarra mi corazón, por ti soy este cursi escribiendo estas palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ahora- después de 15 años- a mis casi 30 de una vida a la deriva, me gustaría seguir escuchando tu tristeza y abrazarla con la mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Donde quiera que estés, gracias por haber hecho de mi juventud algo con sentido..aunque fuera solo muy poco el tiempo que esto duro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS KURT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pennyroyal Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm on my time with everyoneI have very bad posture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea Distill the life that's inside of me Sit and drink Pennyroyal TeaI'm anemic royalty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld So I can sigh eternally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so tired I can't sleepI'm a liar and a thief Sit and drink pennroyal tea I'm anemic royalty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm on warm milk and laxativesCherry-flavored antacids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea Distill the life that's inside of me Sit and drink Pennyroyal TeaI'm anemic royalty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-3476067178931768542?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/3476067178931768542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=3476067178931768542' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3476067178931768542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/3476067178931768542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/02/kurt.html' title='Kurt..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SaCoiJkHyKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Xcc3zrCK72k/s72-c/kurt_cobain_000c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-6874977014863752999</id><published>2009-02-18T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:41:20.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te trajo el viento..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SZyQF3sanzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/76jwJ59yNSg/s1600-h/niebla.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304272891659591474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SZyQF3sanzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/76jwJ59yNSg/s320/niebla.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;¿Que hacer cuando se cree haber encontrado la salvacion a toda tu existencia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        ¿Como dirigir mis pasos hacia los suyos sin tropezarme nuevamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Creo-al fin-encontrar lo que pueda llenar este hueco que siempre ha existido en mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Su pasion podra abrazarse a la mia, sus ganas de morir por el otro seducen a mis ganas de morir pero el temor a que todo vuelva a fallar neutraliza mis pasos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En sus labios podria construir mi ataud y permitirle al tiempo irme secando poco a poco en ellos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;David Bowie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Wild is the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Love me, love me, love me, love me,say you do Let me fly away with you For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind Wild is the wind You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins You kiss me With your kiss my life beginsYou're spring to me, all things to me Don't you know you're life, itself! Like the leaf clings to the tree,Oh, my darling, cling to me For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind Wild is the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-6874977014863752999?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/6874977014863752999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=6874977014863752999' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/6874977014863752999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/6874977014863752999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-trajo-el-viento.html' title='Te trajo el viento..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SZyQF3sanzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/76jwJ59yNSg/s72-c/niebla.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-7158119330132009044</id><published>2009-01-15T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:21:10.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asi es el amor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SW_SAAeR-LI/AAAAAAAAADU/_vuqbQ1HU8k/s1600-h/bukowski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291678984752462002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SW_SAAeR-LI/AAAAAAAAADU/_vuqbQ1HU8k/s320/bukowski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " ....El amor se seca, pensé. Sí, se seca aún mas rápido que un charco de semen en el ombligo de una mujer."&lt;br /&gt;Esto lo dice el buen Bukowski en su poema "El final de una breve aventura" y no podría estar más de acuerdo con él. ¿Cuanto dura el amor? por experiencia personal puedo decir que 2, si mucho 3 años y despues de este tiempo.....infierno literalmente. ¿Cuántas despedidas serán tatuadas en nuestra memoria a través de la vida? El amor es cabron pero, ¿quién puede vivir sin él?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Waits-Bad liver and a broken heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I got a bad liver and a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea I drunk me a river since you tore me apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I don't have a drinking problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cept when I can't get a drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I wish you'd a known her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were quite a pairshe was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so welcome to the continuing sagas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was my better half and I was just a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so here am I slumpedI been chippied I been chumped on my stool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so buy this fool, some spirits and libationsit's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these railroad station barswith all these conductors and the portersand I'm all out of quartersand this epitaph is the aftermath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea I choose my pathhey come on Cath, he's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no the moon ain't romanticit's intimidating as hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and some guy's trying to sell me a watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain ScotchI got me a bottle and a dreamit's so maudlin it seemsyou can name your poisongo on ahead and make some noiseI ain't sentimentalthis ain't a purchase it's a rentaland it's purgatory, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey what's your story, wellI don't even care cause I got my own double-cross to bearand I'll see your Red Label and I'll raise you one moreand you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it don't douse the flames that are started by damesIt ain't like asbestos it don't do nothing but rest us assuredand substantiate the rumors that you've heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-7158119330132009044?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/7158119330132009044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=7158119330132009044' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/7158119330132009044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/7158119330132009044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/01/asi-es-el-amor.html' title='Asi es el amor..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SW_SAAeR-LI/AAAAAAAAADU/_vuqbQ1HU8k/s72-c/bukowski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-4213608782957140472</id><published>2009-01-14T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:28:56.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SW5_Q8xeYpI/AAAAAAAAADM/idnGlzJu-So/s1600-h/alice_in_chains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291306541375185554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SW5_Q8xeYpI/AAAAAAAAADM/idnGlzJu-So/s320/alice_in_chains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Una de las mejores bandas de los 90´s, desgraciadamente layne stanley (vocalista principal) tuvo el mismo final que varios músicos de esa década. Se dio un pason de speedball y mando al carajo todo. Esta rolita es una de las mejores y la dejo pa´recordar esas bellas épocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know Me Broken By My Master&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teach Thee On Child Of Love Hereafter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into The Flood Again Same Old Trip It Was Back Then&lt;br /&gt;So I Made A Big MistakeTry To See It Once My Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drifting Body Its Sole Desertion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flying Not Yet Quite The Notion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into The Flood Again Same Old Trip It Was Back Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I Made A Big MistakeTry To See It Once My Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I Wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I Run Too Far To Get Home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I Gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Left You Here Alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I Would Could You? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-4213608782957140472?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/4213608782957140472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=4213608782957140472' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4213608782957140472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4213608782957140472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/01/alice-in-chains.html' title='Alice in Chains'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SW5_Q8xeYpI/AAAAAAAAADM/idnGlzJu-So/s72-c/alice_in_chains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-7479505271009405922</id><published>2009-01-13T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:59:54.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Frusciante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SW02Sr1ihXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xQ4RvbIf6Uw/s1600-h/frusciante52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290944831863031154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SW02Sr1ihXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xQ4RvbIf6Uw/s320/frusciante52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De los mejores guitarristas que han existido -miembro de los geniales red hot chilli peppers-tiene varios proyectos como solista con una excelente calidad. Esta cancion es una belleza y pertenece al disco "Shadows collide with people", en este participan sus camaradas de los peppers, Flea y Chad smith asi como Omar Rodriguez Lopez de mars volta y hasta el actor y músico-y buen amigo de frusciante- Vincent Gallo aparece en los créditos como fotógrafo. Muy recomendable y esta canción es una buena manera de introducirte en su onda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En lo personal, disfruto mas la versión eléctrica que la acústica pero bueno, en gustos se rompen géneros...qué no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ommission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Omit myself(take myself from your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Omit myself as a favour for god(all my rights are evryones enemy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suffer fate cuz it's the only lift you've got&lt;br /&gt;Dedicating all of before to now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emphasizing these things you wont allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never now we need the other(centralize the force of rot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In your life we take a cover(echoing what is not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going nowhere(take myself from your eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going nowhere's the only clear shot(all my rights are everyone's enemy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At being somewhere the fates think you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somewhere's hole to divides any way you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faking now faking who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never now we need the other(centralize the force of rot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In your life I'll take my cover(echoing what is not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never now I need the other(and if you're suffering alot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In your life we tale our cover(try being someone you're not) &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/6217019394007599248-7479505271009405922?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/7479505271009405922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=7479505271009405922' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/7479505271009405922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/7479505271009405922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2009/01/john-frusciante.html' title='John Frusciante'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SW02Sr1ihXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xQ4RvbIf6Uw/s72-c/frusciante52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8247121133399073499</id><published>2008-11-28T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:40:24.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin palabras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/STB7_dcdPBI/AAAAAAAAACs/Uto1R17_Kvo/s1600-h/bolsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273851493816810514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/STB7_dcdPBI/AAAAAAAAACs/Uto1R17_Kvo/s320/bolsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                             Pierdo el Aire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cómo hacer para ser parte de ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cómo ser parte de tu historia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ser tu sola distracción, Quiero vivir dentro de tu memoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cómo hacer y que seas parte de mí, Cómo hacerte parte de mi historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tener tu sola atención, Existir dentro de tu memoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Qué decir para hacerte sonreír, Consolar el resentimiento, Ser tu profecía,No la ceniza de tus fantasías &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y tu allá Viéndome arrastrarme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y tu allá Mientras pierdo el aire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cómo hacer para hacerte deshacer El pasado que nos extermina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Deshojar los cuentos Que desbaratan nuestros pensamientos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cómo hacer y escapar mi extinción, No volver a sentirme muerto, Revivir cerca de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y soñarte cuando esté despierto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y es que sabes que al final me perderé. Porque sabes que al final no cumpliré. Y todo tiene un final, lo sabes bien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y ese nunca es un final que quieras ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guillotina.&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/6217019394007599248-8247121133399073499?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8247121133399073499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8247121133399073499' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8247121133399073499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8247121133399073499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2008/11/sin-palabras.html' title='Sin palabras...'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/STB7_dcdPBI/AAAAAAAAACs/Uto1R17_Kvo/s72-c/bolsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-2580121536652019965</id><published>2008-11-22T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:33:45.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mejor asi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SShE21byvwI/AAAAAAAAACk/kUNGrYwjdDk/s1600-h/GarciaAlixdiavolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271539072684441346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SShE21byvwI/AAAAAAAAACk/kUNGrYwjdDk/s320/GarciaAlixdiavolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;No logro detectar si es necesidad o soledad lo que tengo de ti..Ha pasado una semana en la que han aparecido diversos sentimientos: Tranquilidad, ansiedad, temor, necesidad, lujuria, cansancio,descanso, etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y sin embargo no sé si esto es lo mejor, aplicar la distancia y permitirle al tiempo que haga su trabajo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Way Things Are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldn't know what to do with another chance If you gave it to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't take the embrace of a real romance It's race right through me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm much better off the way things areMuch much better if, better by far, by far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice It'd roll right past me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you chalk it up you'll see I don't really have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So don't even ask meI'm much better off, the way things are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Much much better off, better by far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be Able to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;How can I fight, when we're on the same side How can I fight beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on Ans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll keep on kicking the crap will it's gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you keep on killing, you could get me to settleAnd as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be Able to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So keep on callng me names, keep on, keep onAnd I'll keep kicking the crap till it's goneIf you keep on killing, you could get me to settleAnd as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be Able to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/6217019394007599248-2580121536652019965?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/2580121536652019965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=2580121536652019965' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2580121536652019965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2580121536652019965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2008/11/mejor-asi.html' title='Mejor asi?'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SShE21byvwI/AAAAAAAAACk/kUNGrYwjdDk/s72-c/GarciaAlixdiavolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-6871254370715401356</id><published>2008-11-15T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:34:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te ví..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SR9a422vr1I/AAAAAAAAACc/WgqwyZoIFPw/s1600-h/tras-tus-pasos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269030021891075922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SR9a422vr1I/AAAAAAAAACc/WgqwyZoIFPw/s320/tras-tus-pasos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Te encontré y durante tantas mañanas fui un fiel guardián de tus espaldas, esperaba el momento exacto para abrirme ante ti, 3 veces estuve a punto de hacerlo y sin embargo el temor a tu rechazo venció al deseo de escuchar tu voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada mañana la esperaba ansiosamente con la única finalidad de verte subir y observarte durante todo el trayecto, observar tu cabello iluminado por los tenues rayos de ese sol que nos acompañaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Le pedía al viento fuera bondadoso conmigo y me trajera cada letra de tu nombre, imaginaba verme reflejado en tu mirada,te aparecías en mis sueños y ordenabas el desorden que es mi vida. En fin, la cordura desapareció y me volví un iluso de tanto desearte a mi lado. Hoy ya son mas de 10 días que no te he vuelto a ver y he comenzado a arrepentirme de no haber aprovechado esos momentos que tuve tan cerca de ti, de haceme notar ante tus ojos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Que tan posible es "enamorarse" de alguien desconocido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mi soledad te necesita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Elliot Smith- I better be quiet now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish you gave me a number Wish I could call you today,Just to hear a voice. I got a long way to go Getting further away.If I didnt know the difference,Living alone would probably be ok. It wouldnt be lonely.I got a long way to go Getting further away.A lot of hours to occupy it was easy When I didnt know you yet,Things Id have to forget. But I better be quiet now,Im tired of wasting my breath Carrying on, getting upset.Maybe I have a problem,But thats not what I wanted to say.I prefer to say nothing.I got a long way to go Getting further away.Had a dream as an army man with an orderJust to march in my placeBut a dead enemyScreams in my faceBut I better be quiet now,Im tired of wasting my breath Carrying on, not over it yet.Wish I knew what you were doing.Why you want to do it this way.So I cant go the distance,I got a long way to go,Im getting further away.I got a long way to go Getting further away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-6871254370715401356?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/6871254370715401356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=6871254370715401356' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/6871254370715401356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/6871254370715401356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2008/11/te-v.html' title='Te ví..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SR9a422vr1I/AAAAAAAAACc/WgqwyZoIFPw/s72-c/tras-tus-pasos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8973021823166557934</id><published>2008-11-11T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:03:40.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En méxico??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SRoTeh81TvI/AAAAAAAAACM/hOTzEcon-ck/s1600-h/RADIOHEAD.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267544129393741554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SRoTeh81TvI/AAAAAAAAACM/hOTzEcon-ck/s320/RADIOHEAD.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Lo reconoces??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pues el 16 de marzo del 2009, en el foro sol, nuevamente en México RADIOHEAD!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;El 19 de noviembre comienza la venta de boletos por ticket máster y pues desgraciadamente me la vuelvo a pellizcar, no hay varo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Es uno de los pocos grupos que no me quiero perder antes de morir y sin embargo, al menos de que suceda algo extraordinario, me lo voy a perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pinche crisis!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Si alguien puede apiadarse de mí se lo agradeceré eternamente...por lo pronto dejo una extraordinaria canción del Ok computer..Siempre he dicho que el día que termine con mi vida, esta melodía es la perfecta para semejante acto de valentía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exit Music (For a Film)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake from your sleep,the drying of your tears,Today we escape, we escape.Pack and get dressedbefore your father hears us,before all hell breaks loose.Breathe, keep breathing,don't lose your nerve.Breathe, keep breathing,I can't do this alone.Sing us a song,a song to keep us warm,there's such a chill, such a chill.And you can laugh a spineless laugh,we hope your rules and wisdom choke you.And now we are onein everlasting peace,we hope that you choke, that you choke,we hope that you choke, that you choke,we hope that you choke, that you choke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-8973021823166557934?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8973021823166557934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8973021823166557934' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8973021823166557934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8973021823166557934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2008/11/en-mxico.html' title='En méxico??!!!'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SRoTeh81TvI/AAAAAAAAACM/hOTzEcon-ck/s72-c/RADIOHEAD.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-4225386538314188292</id><published>2008-11-04T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:49:05.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SRDUAqaahgI/AAAAAAAAACE/yr1phTle0MM/s1600-h/barandilladb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264941072246277634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SRDUAqaahgI/AAAAAAAAACE/yr1phTle0MM/s320/barandilladb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Un poco de paz...de tranquilidad después de todo el vendaval que se engendro hace tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nuevamente (al menos por hoy) vuelvo a disfrutar el amanecer, a disfrutar el rayo de sol ultrajando mi sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mañana quizá sea un día oscuro como todos pero al menos por hoy, permitiré que la luz se instale en mi habitación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No hay mucho que decir, no estoy acostumbrado a albergar este tipo de sentimientos por lo que probablemente las palabras se hayan largado a descansar de este su insípido creador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por lo pronto, dejo esta bella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt; de este hermoso grupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barranca&lt;/span&gt;- El Gran Pez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Manos que tocan&lt;br /&gt;y ambición de no tener&lt;br /&gt;ambiciones&lt;br /&gt;Labios que mojan&lt;br /&gt;mi ilusión es no beber&lt;br /&gt;ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;Haz que todo se quede atrás&lt;br /&gt;como ruido de fondo&lt;br /&gt;y después moja mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;haz que ya no recuerde quien soy, por hoy&lt;br /&gt;el gran pez sólo sabe comer&lt;br /&gt;Ojos que flotan&lt;br /&gt;en las olas donde yo&lt;br /&gt;amanezco&lt;br /&gt;Sexos que brotan&lt;br /&gt;con deseos de provocar&lt;br /&gt;el deseo&lt;br /&gt;Haz que todo se quede atrás&lt;br /&gt;como ruido de fondo&lt;br /&gt;y después moja mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;haz que ya no recuerde quien soy, por hoy&lt;br /&gt;el gran pez sólo sabe comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&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/6217019394007599248-4225386538314188292?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/4225386538314188292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=4225386538314188292' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4225386538314188292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/4225386538314188292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2008/11/un-poco-de-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SRDUAqaahgI/AAAAAAAAACE/yr1phTle0MM/s72-c/barandilladb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8450290321097988258</id><published>2008-11-03T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:52:57.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SQ9sHbaH4TI/AAAAAAAAABE/Jk6yf2U3Ks0/s1600-h/chris_cornell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264545364291608882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SQ9sHbaH4TI/AAAAAAAAABE/Jk6yf2U3Ks0/s320/chris_cornell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chris Cornell- I´m Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What say you now? The door is opening on your vigil And I'm in my usual way i´lI save my breath, knowing what you're Wanting me to say I only love you when I'm down You say that midnight opens its arms to me Leaving you alone, and I fly so far away Until the light blurs my vision And I have nowhere to roam I only love you when I'm downAnd I only love you when I'm down And I'm only near you when I'm gone But one thing for you to keep in mind, you know I'm down all the time Well I know you're reaching out And you need to feel my hand You want to be understood, yeah well I understandI know you hold precious little hope for me And in your hapiness I'm always drowning in my grief And I only love you when I'm down And I'm only near you when I'm gone But one thing for you to keep in mind, you know I'm down All the time.. All the time.. all the time... all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Y Sigue la mata dando..5 horas de sueño perdido...5 horas donde la realidad deja de existir...5 horas donde mi piel sintio fundirse en otro cuerpo...5 horas ineditas en mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oscuridad cercana que impide el nacimiento de luz, todo se evapora en segundos, en fragmentos de mi existencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;La ilusión de antaño se convierte en el infierno del presente,un infierno imposible de sobrellevar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;El amor huyo cuando en un descuido la puerta quedo abierta, lo busque en los alrededores y solo encontre espejismos que terminaron siendo aun mas hirientes que el real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ahora busco mi salida en diferentes puertas, sin embargo todas se cierran cuando estoy cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;En fin, seguire atento y entrare como un rayo de sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-8450290321097988258?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8450290321097988258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8450290321097988258' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8450290321097988258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8450290321097988258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2008/11/chris-cornell-im-down-what-say-you-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SQ9sHbaH4TI/AAAAAAAAABE/Jk6yf2U3Ks0/s72-c/chris_cornell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-1140747995041483592</id><published>2008-11-01T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:47:48.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SQzynJExmyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7ChTy-dsAUs/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263848818754034466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SQzynJExmyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7ChTy-dsAUs/s320/tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;La noche cae, fría y lacerante en los huesos rotos que dejaron tus palabras. Es duro cargar con tantos recuerdos cercenando mi tranquilidad, tus cruentas palabras siguen agusanandose en mi cerebro y no se cuanto tiempo deba pasar para que terminen de tragarse lo queda dentro de mi. Hoy te escupo desde este refugio abyecto, cayendo por un profundo abismo... Mañana te besare con estos labios destrozados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Depeche Mode -Sister of Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sister of night When the hunger descends  And your bodys a fire  An inferno that never ends  An eternal flameThat burns in desires name Sister of night When the longing returns Giving voice to the flame Calling you through flesh that burns Breaking down your will To move in for the kill Oh sister, come for me Embrace me, assure me Hey sister, I feel it too Sweet sister, just feel meI me i´m trembling, you heal me Hey sister, I feel it too..Sister of night In your saddest dress As you walk through the light Youre desperate to impress So you slide to the floor Feeling insecure Sister of night With the loneliest eyes Tell yourself its alright Hell make such a perfect prize But the cold light of dayWill give the game away.&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/6217019394007599248-1140747995041483592?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/1140747995041483592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=1140747995041483592' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/1140747995041483592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/1140747995041483592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-noche.html' title='La noche'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6yeatHJNLmA/SQzynJExmyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7ChTy-dsAUs/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-8906568595537150348</id><published>2008-10-31T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:57:06.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mala vida..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tu me estás dando mala vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yo pronto me voy a escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gitana mía por lo menos date cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gitana mía por favor tu no me dejas ni respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tu me estás dando mala vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cada día se la traga mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dime tu porque te trato yo tan bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cuando tu me hablas como a un cabrón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gitana mía mi corazón está sufriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gitana mía por favor sufriendo mal nutrición Me estás dando m'estás dando mala vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cada día se la traga mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; m'estás dando Chémi corazón soleilTu me estás dando mala vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yo pronto me voy a escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gitana mía por lo menos date cuentaGitana mía por favor tu no me dejas ni respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tu m'estás dando m'estás dando mala vida Cada día se la traga mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cada día se la traga mi corazón......Cada día se la traga mi corazón.......Cada día se la traga mi corazón....Cada día se la traga mi corazón....Cada día se la traga mi corazón....Cada día se la traga mi corazón .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Así es, el momento llego de volar..de correr como diría Fito..Correr a toda velocidad, correr sin voltear atrás. Un nuevo fracaso. Se cierra el circulo mas doloroso de mi vida. Asi es esto, Comenzar-Terminar-, Odio-Amor, Belleza-Fealdad. La cuerda trono y no hay nada que hacer, se estiro tanto que produjo dolor y ese nadie lo borra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Algo tendra que pasar, algo tendra que cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por lo pronto, esperar, esperar que las cenizas derramadas formen otra silueta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-8906568595537150348?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/8906568595537150348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=8906568595537150348' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8906568595537150348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/8906568595537150348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2008/10/mala-vida.html' title='Mala vida..'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217019394007599248.post-2612178547501126459</id><published>2008-08-09T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:31:01.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un comienzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Es mi primer escrito, probablemente el ultimo, solo quiero externar un poco de lo que hay aquí dentro y si alguien se interesa en eso, perfecto si no, ya es una mala costumbre. En fin, bienvenidos aquellos que por alguna extraña  casualidad lleguen a este blog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6217019394007599248-2612178547501126459?l=fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/feeds/2612178547501126459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6217019394007599248&amp;postID=2612178547501126459' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2612178547501126459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6217019394007599248/posts/default/2612178547501126459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fito-polvoenlosojos.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-comienzo.html' title='Un comienzo'/><author><name>Ziggy Stardust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13252576437091568259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hzr2eVEcUwE/Tte3Ci65AzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/SlMWHR83Pok/s220/Michael-Verita-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
