<?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-4542618866845582864</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:57:35.239-08:00</updated><category term='take it or leave it'/><title type='text'>www.gerliunmunicipio.com.ar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-3489240457516749978</id><published>2009-04-07T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:16:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Los MGMT quieren que te escriba. Mira como estoy, ni me reconozco. Quien soy? Una cosa que piensa. Que piensa en vos. Todo el tiempo. En cada estrella fugaz, que nunca veo, se deshace la idea de no colgarme mirándote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Es dulce tu sonrisa provocadora. No es tu intención provocar, pero es para mi voluntariamente asesina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quiero estar con vos. es tan sencillo como el nombre de la canción con la que te espero (Trouble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Donde estás? No se; yo se que estoy en mi pieza, esperándote. Algún día con tu brillo de siempre y tu inocencia  ficticia, vení. Vení. Vení y decime lo que me decís en mis sueños. Que sos para mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Susurrame. Cantáme al oído las canciones que canta el alma, cuando te veo todas las mañanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Está escrito en el almanaque. Está escrito en los planes del destino. Que un día se entrecruzan nuestras mentes, que tu boca se posa sobre la mía, que de un momento a otro nos necesitamos vital y violentamente. No lo burles. Al Sr. Destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No te escapes de lo que dudas. Es justo lo que vos crees. Es y soy lo que vos crees. Tu mitad. La mitad que complementa tu ser. La mitad que algún día quiero que necesites. La mitad que tiene inmensidad de espacio para que quepa el universo que me guardo para vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Las canciones quieren que te escriba. Los acordes quieren que te ruegue. Quieren ser revividos dentro de mi corazón. esos que resuenan en el mas recóndito lugar de mi persona, cuando ésta se decide a evocar la foto de tus labios, una vez mas. una y otra vez. siempre.  Eternamente. Siempre. Infinitamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKvTeM6Rxr0/SdwIqpbi9VI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uwg5fWcD8bw/s1600-h/infinito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKvTeM6Rxr0/SdwIqpbi9VI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uwg5fWcD8bw/s400/infinito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322138388414002514" 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;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/pablo/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/pablo/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-3489240457516749978?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' 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arial;"&gt;elijo un punto medio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;la frescura de las gotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y la luz de tu corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Rezo por vos&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/4542618866845582864-926902904610103311?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/926902904610103311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=926902904610103311' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay algo que impide el contacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de lo que va de mi a vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;es por eso que no me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te busco estirando las manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;del alma y me hago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;solo quiero que me cuides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mandame&lt;/span&gt; una señal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que me haga vibrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;la mas profunda pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es mi antena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;la que te esta cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;el espanto de no tocarte mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hay tanta tiniebla en tu tacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tanta escasez de tu olor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tantos sueños con tu desnudez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se vuelve tan turbio este pacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de amor donde hay mas de dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que el beso se ahoga en la sed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-17398704116521517?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/17398704116521517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=17398704116521517' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/17398704116521517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/17398704116521517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/09/interferencia-por-mi-amigo-len-hay-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-8984353379117765209</id><published>2008-09-08T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:32:48.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; trascienden y nunca lo voy a notar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;puedo estar subido al techo arreglando la antena de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tele&lt;/span&gt; y no me doy cuenta que el tiempo pasa volando&lt;br /&gt;por al lado mio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me vuela el pelo, me da una caricia suave y sigue en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dirección&lt;/span&gt; contraria a mi, que no se en realidad para donde voy,&lt;br /&gt; pero al menos voy a algun lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;"&gt;Hoy fue un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; de mitad a solas, y no me canse de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extrañARTE&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-8984353379117765209?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/8984353379117765209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=8984353379117765209' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/8984353379117765209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/8984353379117765209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/09/los-das-trascienden-y-nunca-lo-voy.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-6219536769327894718</id><published>2008-09-03T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:12:29.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pasaría&lt;/span&gt; si no te hubiese visto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pasaría&lt;/span&gt; si no te hubiese visto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pasaría&lt;/span&gt; si no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hubiese&lt;/span&gt; encontrado mi otra mitad?&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;existiría&lt;/span&gt; el todo.&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;existiría&lt;/span&gt; del todo.&lt;br /&gt;pero lo bueno es que existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;recién&lt;/span&gt; ahora puedo estar tranquilo de pensar y sentir que tanta espera no fue en vano, sabia que tenia que encontrar a alguien como vos.&lt;br /&gt;y te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;encontré&lt;/span&gt;, y fue lo mas lindo. vos sos lo mas lindo. la mas linda. la mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;y nunca tuve tanta claridad para decir, para decirte.&lt;br /&gt;las cosas siguen igual que antes, todo sigue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt;, sin que yo lo mire, las cosas son. pero estas vos, y le das efecto a las causas, le das color a los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; que antes eran en blanco y negro, como mis dibujos.&lt;br /&gt;le das sonrisas a mis sonrisas y haces q &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt; no sea algo divertido si no lo hago con vos.&lt;br /&gt;armamos un mundo en el q no hay lugar para ninguno mas, y en el q ponemos las cosas que queremos y es me hace sentir libre, me hace volar.&lt;br /&gt;me encanta que me llenes de tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;esencia&lt;/span&gt; y que me hagas sentir esto que soy ahora.&lt;br /&gt;te quiero mitad, te quiero bien y mal y de todas las formas que se puede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;te voy a matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a besos=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-6219536769327894718?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/6219536769327894718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=6219536769327894718' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/6219536769327894718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/6219536769327894718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/09/que-pasara-si-no-te-hubiese-visto-rer.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-3584787021663047539</id><published>2008-08-31T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:46:30.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para nadie mas que para vos</title><content type='html'>las dos partes del todo se únen y no falta nada mas. los limites de la perfeccion se prolongan hasta perderse en el infinito.&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo no existe,no existen las matematicas, las personas estan ahi, ajenas al abrazo en el cual se transmiten millones de años luz de sentimientos, en fraccion de segundo.&lt;br /&gt;Existen cigarrillos, helado, musica, besos, abrazos... y eso me lleva a pensar que sos increible.&lt;br /&gt;Te lo dije y te lo repito, mi dia empieza cuando te veo, transcurre cuando estoy con vos y termina cuando te dejo de ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sos mi super mitad=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-3584787021663047539?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/3584787021663047539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=3584787021663047539' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/3584787021663047539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/3584787021663047539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-nadie-mas-que-para-vos.html' title='Para nadie mas que para vos'/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-7672079374490768059</id><published>2008-08-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:35:25.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi vida en canción</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SI MI VIDA FUERA UNA PELICULA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" lang="EN-US"&gt;Creditos i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;niciales&lt;/span&gt;: Time for heroes  - Libertines&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Despertar&lt;/span&gt;: Leaders of Men - Joy division&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Primer día de clases&lt;/span&gt;: Boys dont cry-The cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Al enamorarse&lt;/span&gt;: She is the one - Ramones &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Escena del beso&lt;/span&gt;: Only ones who knows - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Canción de pelea&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You´re los little girl - The Doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ruptura&lt;/span&gt;: I know its over- The smiths&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Graduación&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Satisfaction - Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi Gran ruptura&lt;/span&gt;: Strawberry fields . The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shockeo menta&lt;/span&gt;l: Venus in furs - The velvet underground (y nico)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reconciliación&lt;/span&gt;: I want to hold your hand - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Flashback&lt;/span&gt;: I wanna be sedated . Ramones&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Escena pasional&lt;/span&gt;: Amor de contramano- Gardelitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boda&lt;/span&gt;: November rain- Guns n roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nacimiento de mi hijo&lt;/span&gt;: In transit-  Albert hammod jr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pagando deudas&lt;/span&gt;: Money - Pink floyd&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Momento del triunfo final&lt;/span&gt;:Love will tear us part - Joy Division&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Batalla final&lt;/span&gt;: Transmission-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joy division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Escena de muerte&lt;/span&gt;: The end- The doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Escena de funeral&lt;/span&gt;: Evening sun- Strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Créditos finales&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Song2-Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-7672079374490768059?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/7672079374490768059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=7672079374490768059' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/7672079374490768059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/7672079374490768059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/08/mi-vida-en-cancin.html' title='Mi vida en canción'/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-1426306391726383262</id><published>2008-08-16T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:16:57.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKvTeM6Rxr0/SKdrEwENVPI/AAAAAAAAABY/z_FGkW_ifm8/s1600-h/cumple+15+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKvTeM6Rxr0/SKdrEwENVPI/AAAAAAAAABY/z_FGkW_ifm8/s400/cumple+15+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235270821207692530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-1426306391726383262?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/1426306391726383262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=1426306391726383262' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/1426306391726383262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/1426306391726383262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKvTeM6Rxr0/SKdrEwENVPI/AAAAAAAAABY/z_FGkW_ifm8/s72-c/cumple+15+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-5411336276886498664</id><published>2008-08-14T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:29:38.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;distorsión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;imágenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; me llevó hacia un lugar en el cual ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; estado.  Toda mi vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt; transcurrido entre esas cuatro paredes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... pero esta vez era distinto.&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sentía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ageno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guarida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, a mi refugio. Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sonreían&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; desde la pared mis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ídolos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, las guitarras tocaban canciones para mi. Mis revistas se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leían&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; solas, y yo era testigo de todo aquello, toda esa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;confusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, esa broma que me gastaba mi cerebro.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que un suceso anormal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;empezó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a desequilibrar este concierto de incoherencias que de cierta forma me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;divertía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Ahora ya no eran ni canciones ni estrellas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;El pulso se aceleró. La cabeza me daba vueltas mas de lo normal. Un alguien invisible me tomaba por el cuello y no dejaba que el aire llenara mis pulmones, o el porcentaje que quedaba de ellos.&lt;br /&gt;Las paredes se empezaron a cerrar. Las cuatro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simultaneamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. La puerta se esfumo. Ya no iba a poder salir. No sabia que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inútilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; busque una salida. La puerta se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ido, las ventanas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tenían&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; rejas. NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; salida. No supe que hacer, y solo me recoste en mi cama a esperar. Y me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dormí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desperté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a las cuatro horas entre las sabanas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cálidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque la cabeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;parecía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estallarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, las paredes se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;habían&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; detenido.&lt;br /&gt;Las sombras y brillos, colores, conjugaban perfectamente. Todo estaba en su lugar. Un rayo de sol se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; paso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gambeteando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; entre las cortinas azules.&lt;br /&gt;La tranquilidad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pidió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; permiso y entro a mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Suspire y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prendí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; un cigarrillo. De fondo sonaba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Los &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;párpados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; se vencieron por el peso otra vez y se cerraron.&lt;br /&gt;No se cuando se van a volver a abrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-5411336276886498664?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/5411336276886498664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=5411336276886498664' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5411336276886498664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5411336276886498664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-distorsin-de-imgenes-me-llev-hacia.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-7526120720779295487</id><published>2008-08-07T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:58:16.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Todo lo que tengo que hacer es dejar de hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez me falló el instinto y ahora hay que ver de que forma reparar.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que dejar de pensar en pensar, no me sirve.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;través&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; de la rendija diviso cosas que cuando abro la puerta son completamente distintas.&lt;br /&gt;Es que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;preferí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; mirar por la cerradura teniendo la puerta abierta para poder observar, analizar toda la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;inmensidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; de posibilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué es lo que busque? Busque no encontrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Temí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; por mi, y ahora temo por vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Soy el ser mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  &gt;egoísta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; del mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-7526120720779295487?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/7526120720779295487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=7526120720779295487' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/7526120720779295487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/7526120720779295487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/08/todo-lo-que-tengo-que-hacer-es-dejar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-5805785868583120720</id><published>2008-08-03T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:02:55.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKvTeM6Rxr0/SJYBqk5dnKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dsfWS7W-nHA/s1600-h/Control.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKvTeM6Rxr0/SJYBqk5dnKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dsfWS7W-nHA/s400/Control.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230369848208235682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;LA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PELÍCULA&lt;/span&gt; QUE HIZO QUE  EMPIECE ENAMORARME DE &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DIVISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-5805785868583120720?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/5805785868583120720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=5805785868583120720' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5805785868583120720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5805785868583120720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/08/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKvTeM6Rxr0/SJYBqk5dnKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dsfWS7W-nHA/s72-c/Control.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-4187721592413009024</id><published>2008-08-01T19:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:22:30.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay que decantar, deseos de excusas, elecciones de temores, agua de aceite.&lt;br /&gt;No podemos seguir corriendo en la noche bajo nubes que tapan la inmensidad de luz plateada que nos alumbra, no podemos perder el control.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos partir y repartir, podemos llegar a la cima de la colina.&lt;br /&gt;Me puedo encontrar a Morrison sentando en ella, fumando peyote, si ¿por que no? Si tengo alas para volar voy a llegar a donde quiero, tengo que tomarme franco de mis miedos y dejarme llevar por la corriente tormentosa de la intuicion y el instinto.&lt;br /&gt;Y a veces buscamos, dentro, fuera, debajo, sobre, entre... y no necesitamos nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nos sentimos presos en interminables extensiones de cesped verde, nos sentimos presos en la libertad.&lt;br /&gt;La unica fuga es mi paz, es lo que me va a salvar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-4187721592413009024?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/4187721592413009024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=4187721592413009024' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/4187721592413009024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/4187721592413009024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/08/hay-que-decantar-deseos-de-excusas.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-1058420449674316543</id><published>2008-07-30T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:11:46.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muchas veces nos encontramos buscando un arma eficiente, contundente, para dar el impacto. Saltando de piedra en piedra por la cornisa, a orillas del acantilado, esperamos por ese ente que todo lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estabilice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; de sol no se le niega a nadie, y ahora esperamos que pare la llovizna para salir a caminar por las veredas de baldosas rotas, en las cuales corren ríos de barro ensuciando las zapatillas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recién&lt;/span&gt; lavadas.&lt;br /&gt;No queremos q nuestros cigarrillos se mojen, no queremos gotas de lamento. Queremos apenas un halo de luz, ese que nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guíe&lt;/span&gt;, que no nos empañe la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;visión&lt;/span&gt;, queremos el boleto a la libertad.&lt;br /&gt;Pero erramos, erramos, erramos. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seguimos errando en la noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miramos al cielo pidiendo la luz, que se haga la luz. El cielo no habla. Dios no habla. Las personas no hablan, las personas dicen. El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; que habla soy yo. El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; que habla sos vos.&lt;br /&gt;La vida es como un libro de elige tu propia aventura, pero hasta ahora nunca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;morí&lt;/span&gt;. Voy pasando de hoja a cien mil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;revoluciones&lt;/span&gt; por minuto y ya ni se cuantas hojas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;leí&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo mas emocionante de todo es que no se cuantas quedan por leer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-1058420449674316543?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/1058420449674316543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=1058420449674316543' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/1058420449674316543'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-6871525191403322394?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/6871525191403322394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=6871525191403322394' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/6871525191403322394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/6871525191403322394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/07/si-me-muero-le-dejo-mi-pinguino-jerry.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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unos mates, cuidando que no se pase el agua, administrando milimétricamenteazúcar. cuando el agua estuvo en su punto justo la retire y procedí a cebar el mate. lo tome, y así otro y otro hasta quedar satisfecho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;es un ritual que realizo muy a menudo cuando no tengo nada que hacer y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; me evito pensar en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cualquier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; otra estupidez que me saque de mi paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;en fin, disponía de todo un día entero en el cual podía realizar millones de actividades, una mas pelotuda que la otra. decidí volver a la cama y seguir con  mi "pequeña siestita", que al despertarme había ocupado mitad del día. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cuando quise acordarme ya se hacia de noche, y ese día que había sido tan improductivo para mi vida estaba llegando a su fin. comí algo rápido y volví a acostarme, no sin fumar mi cigarrillo after- cena, almuerzo, merienda etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;al día siguiente el día estaba lluvioso, con lo cual ni pensé en levantarme y procedí a repetir mi rutina del día anterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;al día siguiente había demasiado sol para mostrarme por las calles de la ciudad, por lo cual decidítambién apegarme a mi holgazanería.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;y así por el resto de mi vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hoy desperté de mi siesta diaria y me mire al espejo. mi pelo ya no era negro, era blanco. mi cara estaba arrugada, mis ojos tenían una expresión cansada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nadie se acordaba de mi, y yo tampoco de nadie. siempre había esperado a que algo anormal me saque de rumbo. pero eso no había ocurrido. estaba muy cansado para tratar de generar el cambio y decidí volverme a acostar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; hasta que un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;desperté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; mas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-4295865553251663316?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-3737638702027177413</id><published>2008-06-17T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:20:32.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Decime&lt;/span&gt; que hora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se hace tarde para la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;función&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy al circo de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;de tu farsa sin medida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se a quien voy a esperar&lt;br /&gt;esa persona que eras ya no existe mas&lt;br /&gt;un laberinto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;traición&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no vas a poder escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya tengo suficiente&lt;br /&gt;y vos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;queres&lt;/span&gt; mas&lt;br /&gt;una flor en el desierto&lt;br /&gt;nadie te va a ir a regar&lt;br /&gt;yo lo siento pero es duro&lt;br /&gt;tan duro como tu pensar&lt;br /&gt;que ya no vuelva esa chica&lt;br /&gt;con quien &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;solía&lt;/span&gt; charlar&lt;br /&gt;no te deseo lo peor&lt;br /&gt;yo te deseo lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;pero ya fue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si supieras mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;intención&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d dejar todo como esta&lt;br /&gt;te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;romperias&lt;/span&gt; la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;tratando de descifrar&lt;br /&gt;que es lo que vos hiciste mal&lt;br /&gt;ya me canse de tus pretextos&lt;br /&gt;por favor no me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jodas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya tengo suficiente&lt;br /&gt;y vos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;queres&lt;/span&gt; mas&lt;br /&gt;una flor en el desierto&lt;br /&gt;nadie te va a ir a regar&lt;br /&gt;yo lo siento pero es duro&lt;br /&gt;tan duro como tu pensar&lt;br /&gt;que ya no vuelva esa chica&lt;br /&gt;con quien &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;solía&lt;/span&gt; charlar&lt;br /&gt;no te deseo lo peor&lt;br /&gt;yo te deseo lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;pero ya fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-3737638702027177413?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/3737638702027177413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=3737638702027177413' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/3737638702027177413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/3737638702027177413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/06/circo.html' title='Circo'/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-5561160700611151240</id><published>2008-04-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:16:35.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; momento se que esto se va a terminar&lt;br /&gt;y no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mañana no voy a estar&lt;br /&gt;o mañana vos no vas a estar&lt;br /&gt;y yo no pude cumplir mi plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y todo se va a estancar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;y todo va a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quedar&lt;/span&gt; en la nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;o va a ser la nada&lt;br /&gt;y en realidad la nada no-es&lt;br /&gt;entonces esto nunca va a ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;En &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; momento se que va a llegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;va a llegar ese momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;en el cual no haya compromisos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ni trabas, ni piedras en el camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quizá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; ya sea demasiado tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; morirme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;y que esto muera sin ver el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;y fiel a mi estilo no voy a tomar atajos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;que tarde o temprano son callejones sin salida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;voy a retomar por el camino que mas duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;esperar.&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/4542618866845582864-5561160700611151240?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-5674604764508573528</id><published>2008-04-16T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:58:36.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-5674604764508573528?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/5674604764508573528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=5674604764508573528' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5674604764508573528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5674604764508573528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/04/limitless-undying-love-which-shines.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-5390835281121378293</id><published>2008-04-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:15:57.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Necesito contar, ver escrito lo que quiero decir,decirte, y lo mas probable es que me vuelva loco intentando dar vueltas alrededor de esa palabra que no me atrevo a pronunciar: amor.&lt;br /&gt;Es lo mas cierto y preciso que escuche que nos cuesta mas decir te amo que hacer la guerra. Decir un te quiero a decir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;andate&lt;/span&gt; a la concha de tu madre. Decir un te extraño a no hablarle a alguien y darle la espalda.&lt;br /&gt;En este preciso momento estoy visualizando esas pequeñas cosas en las que uno sin pensarlo da  un poco de amor y que a simple vista  parecen  insignificantes, pero que juntas y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mirándolo&lt;/span&gt; no desde lo cotidiano sino desde un punto mas reflexivo se puede llegar a observar que son fundamentales para sobrevivir en un mundo tan acostumbrado a palabras como odio, traición, corrupción, violación y otras mas q &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terminan&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ción&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te das cuenta de que con un abrazo, un chiste o con solo dirigirle la palabra a esa cara triste podes cambiar el rumbo de las cosas, no hay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;satisfacción&lt;/span&gt; mas grande que hacerlo. Y siempre hacerle bien a alguien es hacerse bien a sí mismo, es saber que por lo menos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;servís&lt;/span&gt; para algo, para eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tenés&lt;/span&gt; claro que con un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; , una caricia,o solo un ¿como estas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;  me haces bien o le haces bien a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;alguien...  ¡&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hacélo&lt;/span&gt;, no seas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;boludo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-5390835281121378293?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/5390835281121378293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=5390835281121378293' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5390835281121378293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5390835281121378293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/04/necesito-contar-ver-escrito-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-927856083005882000</id><published>2008-04-14T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:08:28.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;When I say that something&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please say to me&lt;br /&gt;You'll let me be your man&lt;br /&gt;And please say to me&lt;br /&gt;You'll let me hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Now let me hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I touch you&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy inside&lt;br /&gt;It's such a feeling&lt;br /&gt;That my love I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide, I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you got that something&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;When I say that something&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I touch you&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy inside&lt;br /&gt;It's such a feeling&lt;br /&gt;That my love I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide, I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you got that something&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;When I feel that something&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&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/4542618866845582864-927856083005882000?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/927856083005882000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=927856083005882000' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/927856083005882000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/927856083005882000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-to-hold-your-hand-oh-yeah-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-9030007335274726013</id><published>2008-04-11T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:38:55.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;ojalá pudiera ser como ellos/no se hacen problema por nada/ y aman a todo aquel que se les cruce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como me gustaría poder ser como ellos /a los cuales solo les importa lo material/es que es mas sencillo vivir así, sin preocupase /sin reparar en los valores, la amistad/ser superficialmente completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero no, yo soy así/por ellos no voy a cambiar/no voy a ponerme a su par/porque me soy fiel,&lt;br /&gt;y les soy fiel a los que amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y todos esos que se dicen mis amigos/querida, si acaso supieras lo que esa palabra significa/y lo que implica también&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero no, yo soy así/por ellos no voy a cambiar/no voy a ponerme a su par/porque me soy fiel,&lt;br /&gt;y les soy fiel a los que amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-9030007335274726013?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/9030007335274726013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=9030007335274726013' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/9030007335274726013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/9030007335274726013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/04/ojal-pudiera-ser-como-ellosno-se-hacen.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-48497785320809489</id><published>2008-04-10T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:26:59.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;'d &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              " &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; A girl like you's just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rresistible&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whistle fot the choir - The Fratellis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-48497785320809489?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/48497785320809489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=48497785320809489' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/48497785320809489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/48497785320809489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-if-you-re-lonely-why-d-you-say-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-5145440764082340357</id><published>2008-04-09T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:52:10.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dejame escuchar lo que dicen los que no opinan, sino cuentan; dejame averiguar de donde dicen la verdad. Después de que yo sepa lo que pasa, no lo que piensan los que quieren convencer, recién ahí, voy a poder opinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-5145440764082340357?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/5145440764082340357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=5145440764082340357' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5145440764082340357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/5145440764082340357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/04/dejame-escuchar-lo-que-dicen-los-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-9180863378863672799</id><published>2008-03-23T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:35:34.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN MUNDO MEJOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIN DUDA ME HUBIESE GUSTADO VIVIR EN OTRA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ÉPOCA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DONDE NO EXISTIERA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; NI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FOTOLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DONDE NO EXISTIERA INTERNET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DONDE EL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VINILO&lt;/span&gt; SEA LA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ÚNICA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OPCIÓN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DONDE LA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;COMUNICACIÓN&lt;/span&gt; VIRTUAL NO NOS APLASTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DONDE SE RECIBAN CARTAS EN PAPEL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DONDE LA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GLOBALIZACIÓN&lt;/span&gt; NO NOS APESTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DONDE&lt;/span&gt; EL AMOR SEA LO QUE ES REALMENTE , AMOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DONDE&lt;/span&gt; PUEDA DECIRTE LO Q SIENTO  DE LA UNCIA FORMA POSIBLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PALABRAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-9180863378863672799?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/9180863378863672799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=9180863378863672799' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/9180863378863672799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/9180863378863672799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-mundo-mejor.html' title='UN MUNDO MEJOR'/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-8388098997184615712</id><published>2007-11-03T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:29:11.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las puertas de la percepción</title><content type='html'>Todos los poemas tienen un lobo dentro&lt;br /&gt;todos menos uno, el mas bello de todos:&lt;br /&gt;"Ella baila en un circulo de fuego,&lt;br /&gt;y encogida de hombros, recibe el sacrificio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-8388098997184615712?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/8388098997184615712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=8388098997184615712' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/8388098997184615712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/8388098997184615712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2007/11/las-puertas-de-la-percepcin.html' title='Las puertas de la percepción'/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-1673828965556431363</id><published>2007-11-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:41:22.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me quedo mudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Desperté&lt;/span&gt; dedicándote cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;bajé,&lt;br /&gt;la necesidad de encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;se compensa con estas líneas,&lt;br /&gt;por mas que nunca las vas a leer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy un desconocido&lt;br /&gt;te conozco como a mi guitarra,&lt;br /&gt;ese saludo y esa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;despedida&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;es la razón por la que vivo en esta época&lt;br /&gt;y cuando no sucede...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no se como hacer para acercarme&lt;br /&gt;de una manera original,&lt;br /&gt;sin provocarte repulsión&lt;br /&gt;sin desequilibrar tu paz&lt;br /&gt;que de alguna forma se convierte en mi paz,&lt;br /&gt;y somos tan distintos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que esperar&lt;br /&gt;y el tiempo duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;mientras tanto vas a calmarme,&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anestesias&lt;/span&gt; con tus dos palabras&lt;br /&gt;hola, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si esta generosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quizá&lt;/span&gt; me regala un&lt;br /&gt;como andas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-1673828965556431363?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/1673828965556431363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=1673828965556431363' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/1673828965556431363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/1673828965556431363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-quedo-mudo.html' title='Me quedo mudo'/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4542618866845582864.post-8576532793044416162</id><published>2007-10-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:33:59.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take it or leave it'/><title type='text'>Escuchar Falso Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me pregunto.. dónde estás&lt;br /&gt;no lo puedo saber&lt;br /&gt;quién sabe..&lt;br /&gt;que en este momento te pienso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ni siquiera&lt;/span&gt; vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gustaría&lt;/span&gt; ignorarte,&lt;br /&gt;es que cuando pasas a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;desatas mil deseos&lt;br /&gt;de caminar tomados de la mano&lt;br /&gt;y decirte que no pude dormir, pensando en vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo creer&lt;br /&gt;depender tanto de vos,&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reducís&lt;/span&gt; a lo mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mínimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero lo haces sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando pasas a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;desatas mil canciones,&lt;br /&gt;lo que más deseo en este momento&lt;br /&gt;es escuchar falso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt; con vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque no huís conmigo..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4542618866845582864-8576532793044416162?l=teverereir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/feeds/8576532793044416162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4542618866845582864&amp;postID=8576532793044416162' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/8576532793044416162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4542618866845582864/posts/default/8576532793044416162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teverereir.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-pregunto.html' title='Escuchar Falso Blues'/><author><name>Paul Stroke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
