<?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-3107352938433850145</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:30:38.884-07:00</updated><category term='valparaiso noche carnavales 2008'/><category term='new year 2009 2008 año nuevo'/><title type='text'>Cigarrillos, pastillas y alcohol.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-7071998705425462644</id><published>2010-05-18T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:08:10.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, extraño esa felicidad, EXTRAÑO SER FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-7071998705425462644?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7071998705425462644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=7071998705425462644' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7071998705425462644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7071998705425462644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/hapiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-3896278039861297150</id><published>2010-05-07T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:59:14.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VALPO ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta tarde reafirme mi amor hacia Valparaiso, como llegaba el sol en el mar y encandilaba, como vagaban las gaviotas, los yates, las olas, los lobos, la caleta, los cerros coloridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reafirme que tengo dos corazones, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IPp68EkBds"&gt;uno acá&lt;/a&gt; y otro 500 km al sur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-3896278039861297150?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3896278039861297150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=3896278039861297150' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3896278039861297150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3896278039861297150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2010/05/valpo.html' title='VALPO ♥'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-7359350078577185696</id><published>2010-04-30T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:10:04.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hoy tuve una revelacion en sueños, fue extraña y muy real. Le hablaba a una chica mientras caminaba y le decia lo siguiente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; " En este mundo existen dos tipos de niñas. En primer lugar las gazapo, que son tiernas, inocentes, devotas al amor. Por otro lado estan las Lolas Bunny, conejos ya creciditos, libres, audaces, rapidas, que no entregan mucho para no dejar tanto cuando se vayan. Pero tambien existe la mezcla, y esa son las que valen la pena y por las que los hombres mueren"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sorprendida desperte y casi por reflejo encendi el pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-7359350078577185696?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7359350078577185696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=7359350078577185696' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7359350078577185696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7359350078577185696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoy-tuve-una-revelacion-en-suenos-fue.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-7907481376937193694</id><published>2009-08-03T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:00:06.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ODIO LA PALABRA&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; RAWR, INDIE, ALTERNATIVO, SHUPER, POKEMON, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y todo lo que tiene relacion con modismos y clasificacion de cierto grupo de personas/adolescentes/tendencias/mierda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé francés, con suerte algo de inglés; hablo como niño y digo mil palabrotas por minuto; hace tiempo no uso falda y me cargan los botines como de duende y sin taco; tengo pocos amigos; no le tengo asco a casi nada; escucho musica fuerte, y los temas lentos&lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.es/music/Gameover/_/Fisica+Cuantica"&gt; activan mi lado llorón&lt;/a&gt;; pienso mucho y me cuesta hablar; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CREO EN EL AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; soy posiblemente menos femenina de lo normal.&lt;br /&gt;Quizás la mayoría lo sabías.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-7907481376937193694?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7907481376937193694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=7907481376937193694' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7907481376937193694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7907481376937193694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-not.html' title='I AM NOT !'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-4076258425861474242</id><published>2009-07-12T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:41:52.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quiero dormir tranquila, saber que el esfuerzo que hice valio la pena, que puedo cumplir lo que me propuse, que tengo lo que quiero y no necesito nada mas, que lo que hice lo hice bien, que no dormi durante dias y todo ESTA BIEN, BIEN... quiero... &lt;br /&gt;NO LO HICE.&lt;br /&gt;LOSER LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;L&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/3107352938433850145-4076258425861474242?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4076258425861474242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=4076258425861474242' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/4076258425861474242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/4076258425861474242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/l.html' title='L'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-8790941514692572607</id><published>2009-06-27T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:26:36.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me perdí, me perdí entre la rutina, entre viajes y salas de clases, entre bibliografías y videos. Entre tu casa y la mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-8790941514692572607?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8790941514692572607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=8790941514692572607' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/8790941514692572607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/8790941514692572607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-perdi-me-perdi-entre-la-rutina-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-4598764164832820940</id><published>2009-06-27T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:23:08.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por favor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SACAME DE AQUI!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-4598764164832820940?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4598764164832820940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=4598764164832820940' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/4598764164832820940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/4598764164832820940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-favor-sacame-de-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-3032507581718969230</id><published>2009-06-27T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:44:41.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTROL</title><content type='html'>Esto me está desgastando, de a poco. No se qué quieres, si ya cumpliste tu crianza y me debes seguir manteniendo, LO SIENTO. Pero no me ganarás, esto no me ganará, es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MI ELECCIÓN y eso no lo puedes controlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-3032507581718969230?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3032507581718969230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=3032507581718969230' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3032507581718969230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3032507581718969230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2009/06/control.html' title='CONTROL'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-5173832209303804800</id><published>2008-12-31T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:05:40.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year 2009 2008 año nuevo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEFINITIVAMENTE AÑO NUEVO VIDA NUEVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cliché pero nunca lo sentí tan cierto :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-5173832209303804800?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5173832209303804800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=5173832209303804800' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/5173832209303804800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/5173832209303804800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/12/definitivamente-ao-nuevo-vida-nueva.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-6366476045073001334</id><published>2008-12-28T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:28:59.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valparaiso noche carnavales 2008'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.terra.com.mx/galeria_de_fotos/images/298/595063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 265px;" src="http://img.terra.com.mx/galeria_de_fotos/images/298/595063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vivir, todo un mundo, una noche dos noche tres noches que mas da. Esto es algo único, ¿Quieres que termine? Pues yo no. Estaría así una vida entera... Pero vuelvo y veo todo desde afuera. Es algo real e irreal, no puede durar para siempre, no estaría bien. ¿Por qué hacer lo que está bien? No lo sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-6366476045073001334?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6366476045073001334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=6366476045073001334' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/6366476045073001334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/6366476045073001334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/12/vivir-todo-un-mundo-una-noche-dos-noche.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-3472228822035096004</id><published>2008-12-06T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:46:59.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" ¿Por qué haces esto? - No lo sé.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿ La quieres? - La quiero mucho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿Entonces? - Me hace sentir bien, me siento bien ... bésame ...  eres hermosa ".&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/3107352938433850145-3472228822035096004?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3472228822035096004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=3472228822035096004' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3472228822035096004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3472228822035096004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/12/lamant.html' title='L&apos;amant'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-3140082169820890295</id><published>2008-10-29T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:38:44.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... - No puedo - Le dije - Buenas noches - me di vuelta, volví al sofá y apagué la luz. El sólo se dirigió a su cuarto en silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperté con el sonido de un celular que no me era familiar. El sol entraba por la ventana cegándome y sentí un aroma dulce en la almohada. Comenzó a dolerme la cabeza. Parpadeé varias veces para poder reaccionar. Definitivamente este no es el sillón, y no estoy sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, aquí estoy, justo donde me querías. En tu cama, con tus brazos enrollando mi cintura, abrigada sólo con sábanas y piel. En tu rostro está dibujada una sonrisa. ¿Estará esto correcto? ¿Seré sólo una conquista más? ¿O me darás la oportunidad de ser parte de tu destino? Creo que volveré a dormir, son las 6.00 de la mañana de un Domingo. Veré si esto es un sueño o de verdad estoy en tus brazos ... Tuya. Espero no estar soñando, porque no soportaría que no fueses real. "&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/3107352938433850145-3140082169820890295?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3140082169820890295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=3140082169820890295' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3140082169820890295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3140082169820890295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/10/fanfiction.html' title='slash'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-3477447116911504039</id><published>2008-09-20T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:24:25.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/AGF/8870%7EHorse-Round-Up-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/AGF/8870%7EHorse-Round-Up-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ayer vi la Parada Militar (en Honor a Glorias del Ejercito y de Orden), iaiaia si se que toi media cagaita, nunca me la he perdido y no me importa estar pegada a la tele 3 hr viendo como desfilan pero me gusta!!! lo dije y que!!&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor fue haber estado tomando ponche de durazno esas 3 horas junto a mi abuelo, que manera de reir, ebrios.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que se me metio por la cabeza tener un caballo, uno cafe oscuro o gris, de cola y pelo laargo, para porder cepillarlo, llamarlo "tormenta" o "rayo veloz" que se yo, pero quiero uno!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y lo tendre, muajajaja!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-3477447116911504039?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3477447116911504039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=3477447116911504039' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3477447116911504039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3477447116911504039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/09/horses.html' title='Horses'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-2736784225544265193</id><published>2008-08-26T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:44:12.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"for us to see us".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existias?? Apareces e irrumpes todo por aca. Bueno, habrá que seguir viviendo&lt;em&gt;. Marvelous!&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/3107352938433850145-2736784225544265193?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2736784225544265193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=2736784225544265193' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/2736784225544265193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/2736784225544265193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-us-to-see-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-7454406568532166913</id><published>2008-08-25T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:17:20.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragil/Strong</title><content type='html'>Nonononono, los cuentos de hadas no existen, no puedes vivir una fantasia. Tu fantasia, mi fantasia. Esta en cada uno, no puedes compratirla, te estarias humillando... humillando? sisi porque revelarias tus devilidades, tu talon de Aquiles, y dejarias oportunidades necesarias para un "aprovechamiento por encantamiento". Quiza, puede ser, como puede que no. Prefiero alimentarme de esperanzas por atravesar 500 km hacia el sur y ser... ser.... (omito). Estaba equivocada, encantada, ciega maybe, que se yo. Pense que podia ver las cosas desde cierto punto de vista mas optimista y de otro matiz, pero simplemente no va conmigo, no puedo engañarme, en fin, delirio a causa del desvelo, y monologos a lo gollum. bonne nuit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-7454406568532166913?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7454406568532166913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=7454406568532166913' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7454406568532166913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7454406568532166913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/08/fragilstrong.html' title='Fragil/Strong'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-7876391526906501851</id><published>2008-08-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:06:49.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DragonFly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Normal_Adolescent_Behavoir/amber_tamblyn_stars_in_normal_adolescent_behavior_havoc_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Normal_Adolescent_Behavoir/amber_tamblyn_stars_in_normal_adolescent_behavior_havoc_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento prisionera. Me ahogo.&lt;br /&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/3107352938433850145-7876391526906501851?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7876391526906501851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=7876391526906501851' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7876391526906501851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/7876391526906501851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/08/dragonfly.html' title='DragonFly'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-1731136196635920753</id><published>2008-07-31T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:39:51.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SJFsNdKomjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1hgOetRqbAU/s1600-h/o1Exw7tmRjl6DBKoVjpmzg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SJFsNdKomjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1hgOetRqbAU/s400/o1Exw7tmRjl6DBKoVjpmzg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229079620777187890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Quiero fumarte los suspiros&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-1731136196635920753?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1731136196635920753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=1731136196635920753' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/1731136196635920753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/1731136196635920753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiero-fumarte-los-suspiros.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SJFsNdKomjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1hgOetRqbAU/s72-c/o1Exw7tmRjl6DBKoVjpmzg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-9054982066644260724</id><published>2008-07-28T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:43:33.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etropolis.com/escher/pix/donotlink/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.etropolis.com/escher/pix/donotlink/hands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta semana se viene full, entre salas de clases, viajes, encuentros with my babe (L) - que creo es lo mejor - y trabajo, ¿por que el dibujo de Escher? Porque tenia unas manos divinas para ilustrar! y me recuerdan My Prince, y sus conversaciones filosoficas acompañadas de sus regaloneos :3&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jaminhouse.com/Skycastle/Escher_castle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 450px;" src="http://jaminhouse.com/Skycastle/Escher_castle.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-9054982066644260724?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/9054982066644260724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=9054982066644260724' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/9054982066644260724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/9054982066644260724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/07/esta-semana-se-viene-full-entre-salas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-4197831481307349916</id><published>2008-07-28T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:47:04.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No me quiero levantaaaaaaaaaaaar, ayer quede muerta con el trabajo, y queria ir donde El, pero no alcanze, bueee, me tengo que levantar x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-4197831481307349916?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4197831481307349916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=4197831481307349916' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/4197831481307349916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/4197831481307349916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-me-quiero-levantaaaaaaaaaaaar-ayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-4008570467344371766</id><published>2008-07-23T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:37:05.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Never Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SId4TTcbSsI/AAAAAAAAACw/K9xegW8Pw-A/s1600-h/blue"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SId4TTcbSsI/AAAAAAAAACw/K9xegW8Pw-A/s400/blue" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226278165619100354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...Y llega a su castillo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dios mio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juro haber escuchado eso en mi cabeza cuando estaba ahi, en su castillo, dentro de su carruaje. ¿No se supone que las princesas viven en el castillo? ¿Y es el principe quien llega en su corcel (blanco generalmente) y lucha con el dragon u otra monstruosidad mitica (incluidas las brujas) para poder llegar a la torre donde se encuentra la princesa gritando por auxilio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este no seria el caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya que la princesa es quien llega al castillo, aun ella grita por auxilio. El principe le responde y va a su encuentro en su corcel (Blanco), la busca por todas partes, la llama, ella no responde, la vuelve a llamar y una devil voz se escucha al otro lado del aparato. El rapidamente galopa a su encuentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahi estaba, bajo una tenue luz entre tanta oscuridad, con un cigarrilo en la mano y en la otra un aparatito similar al anterior. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Buenas noches señorita" &lt;/span&gt;dice el, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hola"&lt;/span&gt; le responde. Él hace un gesto para que suba al corcel y se siente junto a él. Ella sin pensarlo hace caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al cabo de unas horas el inunda el rostro de ella con miles de sonrisas. Brindan por los próximos vasos de vino y los próximos encuentros. Luego, a altas horas de la noche la encamina dentro del bosque, donde gnomos y elfos la llevan segura a su cabaña a pocos kilómetros de este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"¿Nos volveremos a ver? - Por supuesto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-4008570467344371766?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4008570467344371766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=4008570467344371766' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/4008570467344371766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/4008570467344371766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-never-land.html' title='Never Never Land'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SId4TTcbSsI/AAAAAAAAACw/K9xegW8Pw-A/s72-c/blue' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-8445466425846638963</id><published>2008-06-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:07:50.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and roll, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SE9CftRrR9I/AAAAAAAAABw/wydGAB16478/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SE9CftRrR9I/AAAAAAAAABw/wydGAB16478/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210456406388066258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Rock and roll, hey &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Give me something to sing about"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo estar contigo, me diste mucho mas de lo que queria y no guardaste nada para el final, nada para ti. Yo no queria hacerte esto, no queria hacerte daño. Se que soy lo peor del mundo por dejarte asi. Lo siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &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/3107352938433850145-8445466425846638963?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8445466425846638963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=8445466425846638963' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/8445466425846638963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/8445466425846638963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/06/rock-and-roll-baby.html' title='Rock and roll, baby'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SE9CftRrR9I/AAAAAAAAABw/wydGAB16478/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107352938433850145.post-3859259198482806675</id><published>2008-05-31T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:31:01.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theyedropper.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/hope2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 301px;" src="http://theyedropper.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/hope2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Podremos reconstruir una amistad que está congelada? No lo sé, sólo espero que esta noche sea suficiente para darme cuenta el valor de esas personas y no cegarme en su egoísmo ni en el mío. ¿Será falsedad de parte de ellos? Ninguna persona es totalmente sincera, pero espero poder ver a través de sus embriagados ojos lo que realmente sienten sus almas, y darme cuenta si de verdad les importo, aunque sea un poco. ¿Sentirme querida? Creo que a todos nos gusta eso, pero no lo de recibir afecto, sino, ver que alguien se preocupa por ti, alguien que no es de tu familia, alguien que cree conocerte y espera conocerte aún más... Espero...espero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3107352938433850145-3859259198482806675?l=srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3859259198482806675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3107352938433850145&amp;postID=3859259198482806675' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3859259198482806675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3107352938433850145/posts/default/3859259198482806675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://srtametraeuncafe.blogspot.com/2008/05/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03575905849049194748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jstY_Z-FC3g/SNRT_wNfE2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rwgKfSOtuu8/s1600-R/2866483670_82918c3ee1_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
