<?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-4348263585025045791</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:54:43.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEMME FATALE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aileeen . ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856653510589088056</uri><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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348263585025045791.post-2171907315289769816</id><published>2008-12-08T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:07:23.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/ST4Y65MYO3I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Dp8GX_uO0Vc/s1600-h/DSC07615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/ST4Y65MYO3I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Dp8GX_uO0Vc/s320/DSC07615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277683213389020018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Rica frutilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;qe crece cerca de mi ciudad pero no puedes probar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ella no quiere madurar y no quiere entender qe &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya es hora de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348263585025045791-2171907315289769816?l=nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/feeds/2171907315289769816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348263585025045791&amp;postID=2171907315289769816' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/2171907315289769816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/2171907315289769816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/2008/12/rica-frutilla-qe-crece-cerca-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>aileeen . ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856653510589088056</uri><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/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/ST4Y65MYO3I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Dp8GX_uO0Vc/s72-c/DSC07615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348263585025045791.post-4623810064374750370</id><published>2008-12-08T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:30:02.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/ST2s0hfS0KI/AAAAAAAAAjY/alsR8XB3HoI/s1600-h/1224389472577_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/ST2s0hfS0KI/AAAAAAAAAjY/alsR8XB3HoI/s320/1224389472577_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277564356690890914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zorra qe duerme de día, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de noche estuvo de cacería.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4348263585025045791-4623810064374750370?l=nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/feeds/4623810064374750370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348263585025045791&amp;postID=4623810064374750370' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/4623810064374750370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/4623810064374750370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/2008/12/zorra-qe-duerme-de-da-de-noche-estuvo.html' title=''/><author><name>aileeen . ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856653510589088056</uri><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/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/ST2s0hfS0KI/AAAAAAAAAjY/alsR8XB3HoI/s72-c/1224389472577_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348263585025045791.post-3969820870470298721</id><published>2008-12-08T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:09:31.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/ST2kJGJ_vAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7IBX7MOpanQ/s1600-h/P9270066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 89px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/ST2kJGJ_vAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7IBX7MOpanQ/s320/P9270066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277554814526405634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La mirada es una parte de nuestros sentidos, qe dice muchas cosas, pero no habla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con solo mirar sabes lo qe el otro siente..&lt;/span&gt; si las miradas hablaran nos ahorrariamos muchas mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando alguien te mira fuertemente vos qe haces? seguramente esquivas 'su mirada' tratando de observar otra cosa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, siendole indiferente&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porqe sabes qe su mirada t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e derrite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348263585025045791-3969820870470298721?l=nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/feeds/3969820870470298721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348263585025045791&amp;postID=3969820870470298721' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/3969820870470298721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/3969820870470298721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-mirada-es-una-parte-de-nuestros.html' title=''/><author><name>aileeen . ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856653510589088056</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/ST2kJGJ_vAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7IBX7MOpanQ/s72-c/P9270066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348263585025045791.post-3940211374077329325</id><published>2008-12-07T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:52:48.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/STwOKyINItI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FDa2JS5EmOI/s1600-h/PB220264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/STwOKyINItI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FDa2JS5EmOI/s320/PB220264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277108441789047506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Soy todo corazon y eso me hace mal.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Soy muy sensible a la belleza por eso pierdo la cabeza cn tanta facilidad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de la soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez perdida en mi sentimiento. Nunca miento, siempre digo la verdad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Con el primer beso casi siempre voy presa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de la soledad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas ilusiones convertidas en canciones por cada hombre qe conocí...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez no sé si gané o perdí&lt;br /&gt;pero sufrí y también fui felíz!&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/4348263585025045791-3940211374077329325?l=nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/feeds/3940211374077329325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348263585025045791&amp;postID=3940211374077329325' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/3940211374077329325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/3940211374077329325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/2008/12/soy-todo-corazon-y-eso-me-hace-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>aileeen . ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856653510589088056</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/STwOKyINItI/AAAAAAAAAiY/FDa2JS5EmOI/s72-c/PB220264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4348263585025045791.post-8403490518513089654</id><published>2008-12-07T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:07:25.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/STwCfEkw1fI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SS-pDAlzzOg/s1600-h/P7110533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/STwCfEkw1fI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SS-pDAlzzOg/s320/P7110533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277095596198516210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me gusta qe las cosas no me sean tan faciles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;qe no falten obstaculos para llegar a lo qe es inalcanzable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; porqe por ahi no es &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt; inalcanzable. Y si lo tenemos ya, se pierde la magia, se pierden las expectativas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e pierde todo lo qe en un flash lo vivimos pero no es igua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;l. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Nose si es tan importante durar con esa persona, porahi en poco tiempo podes vivir mas cosas qe con alguien qe te pasas meses, años, haciendo siempre lo mismo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;siendo tan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;monótonos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Y lo qe realmente vale es  recordarlo como algo lindo qe pasó y  qe no fué tiempo perdido. Aunqe muchas veces es dificil porqe entre medio tenemos sentimientos qe  quedan flotando dentro nuestro. El rencor, el odio, el resentimiento.. ya sea de uno al otro, o de los dos al mismo tiempo. Pero es cuestion de aceptar qe si no funca, no funca.. qe el otro trato de hacer las cosas bien, pero no eran compatibles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;no hay otra vuelta de tuerca para eso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;. ~ •&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4348263585025045791-8403490518513089654?l=nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/feeds/8403490518513089654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4348263585025045791&amp;postID=8403490518513089654' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/8403490518513089654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4348263585025045791/posts/default/8403490518513089654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodejesdeservosporunhombre.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-gusta-qe-las-cosas-no-me-sean-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>aileeen . ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11856653510589088056</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZHYnLPJKnGY/STwCfEkw1fI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SS-pDAlzzOg/s72-c/P7110533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
