<?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-27781767</id><updated>2012-02-02T12:07:43.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:: be nice &amp; think pink ::</title><subtitle type='html'>ociosidades...ociosidades y mas ociosidades.. un buen pretexto para postear una fotito y escribir un rato</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>472</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-2392586074992517858</id><published>2012-01-09T19:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:33:15.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajando</title><content type='html'>Mi sueño? Viajar.&lt;br /&gt;Razones? Solo el movimiento, el no estar en un solo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Y Ahora? Mudanza.&lt;br /&gt;Nervios? Solo por momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas? Ninguna, como siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Peticiones? Paciencia y tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Un deseo? Encontrar y reencontrarse &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y1DeMPQZjb4/TwuVWYRL-AI/AAAAAAAABMc/pfAVj86FMZ0/s640/blogger-image-2009967132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y1DeMPQZjb4/TwuVWYRL-AI/AAAAAAAABMc/pfAVj86FMZ0/s640/blogger-image-2009967132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2392586074992517858?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2392586074992517858/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2392586074992517858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2392586074992517858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2392586074992517858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2012/01/viajando.html' title='Viajando'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y1DeMPQZjb4/TwuVWYRL-AI/AAAAAAAABMc/pfAVj86FMZ0/s72-c/blogger-image-2009967132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-7159599273029335029</id><published>2011-12-25T14:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:35:00.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu presencia</title><content type='html'>Todo fuera como esto, estar así y estar juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Es posible que las cosas sean mucho mas fácil de lo que parecen a veces y a mi la verdad es que tu sola presencia me hace todo mucho mas fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja de venir y mejor solo quedate, quedate aquí junto a mi como estos días, como hoy pero siempre.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i6D90M3zKiI/TveI84XXFzI/AAAAAAAABMU/6D7OLzpNH-c/s640/blogger-image--859582351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i6D90M3zKiI/TveI84XXFzI/AAAAAAAABMU/6D7OLzpNH-c/s640/blogger-image--859582351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-7159599273029335029?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7159599273029335029/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=7159599273029335029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7159599273029335029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7159599273029335029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/12/tu-presencia.html' title='Tu presencia'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-i6D90M3zKiI/TveI84XXFzI/AAAAAAAABMU/6D7OLzpNH-c/s72-c/blogger-image--859582351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-5217034318401453078</id><published>2011-10-19T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:36:43.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sin inspiración...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCRIjKYMll0/Tp95xWjdVDI/AAAAAAAABL0/0QtBNNlbv2o/s1600/ArcSoft_Image7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCRIjKYMll0/Tp95xWjdVDI/AAAAAAAABL0/0QtBNNlbv2o/s400/ArcSoft_Image7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenía todo el día para sentarme y hacer tesis, pero cuando uno ya está en la fase de escribir la tesis, la inspiración resulta fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando la inspiración se ha ido, ¿como regresarla?&lt;br /&gt;Y luego con una fecha límite de entrega, la inspiración no se inspira mucho a regresar...&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que hacer tesis&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que hacer tesis&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que hacer tesis&lt;br /&gt;Pero no se como empezar, sólo se que ya quiero acabar este tortuoso proceso, que empezó con ilusión y está terminando en frustración.&lt;br /&gt;Uff...&lt;br /&gt;He perdido un poco la cabeza..&lt;br /&gt;Necesito alguien que me regale inspiración&lt;br /&gt;... o que se ofrezca a terminar mi tesis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-5217034318401453078?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5217034318401453078/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=5217034318401453078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5217034318401453078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5217034318401453078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/10/sin-inspiracion.html' title='sin inspiración...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCRIjKYMll0/Tp95xWjdVDI/AAAAAAAABL0/0QtBNNlbv2o/s72-c/ArcSoft_Image7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-5852358219222220764</id><published>2011-10-03T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:00:01.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wtU5-E_Xo0/Ton3NsFDR3I/AAAAAAAABLo/mpMlf0nOawQ/s1600/Q-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wtU5-E_Xo0/Ton3NsFDR3I/AAAAAAAABLo/mpMlf0nOawQ/s320/Q-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He de pararme de aquí y hacer lo que tenga que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Ayer debí brincar del sillón donde estuve todo el día y sentarme a escribir, pero no.&lt;br /&gt;¿Habrá sido acaso la debilidad de la enfermedad? ¿El cansancio de la larga semana? ¿La flojera acostumbrada de los domingos? O habrá sido simplemente la inadaptación a estar sin tí.&lt;br /&gt;Probablemente una especie de rebeldía cobarde, donde no marco el teléfono o me ocupo de mis asuntos, sino simplemente me acuesto a dormir y ver televisión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que está pasando? ¿en qué me estoy convirtiendo?&lt;br /&gt;La televisión solía no ser muy buena amiga mía y ahora, estamos juntas todo el día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño leer, extraño escribir y sobretodo la motivación y el empuje para hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Será cuestión de comenzar a cambiar los malos hábitos por los buenos hábitos. Será cuestión de forzarme a pararme y ponerme a leer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será cuestión de reinventar mis costumbres y rutinas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-5852358219222220764?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5852358219222220764/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=5852358219222220764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5852358219222220764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5852358219222220764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-de-pararme-de-aqui-y-hacer-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wtU5-E_Xo0/Ton3NsFDR3I/AAAAAAAABLo/mpMlf0nOawQ/s72-c/Q-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-5937567223495077311</id><published>2011-09-30T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T12:53:47.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo bien... lloviendo, pero bien!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs5RSDszI8c/ToaRUamN_QI/AAAAAAAABLk/xEWLoK9lBTg/s1600/PARAG%25C3%259CAS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs5RSDszI8c/ToaRUamN_QI/AAAAAAAABLk/xEWLoK9lBTg/s400/PARAG%25C3%259CAS.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Desde que te fuiste ha estado lloviendomucho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Ha habido días de tormentas realmentefuertes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;¿será una coincidencia?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;La lluvia generalmente me provocanostalgia, pero ahora que no estás, me provoca aún más nostalgia de tuausencia. Sin embargo, camino con paraguas, entiendo la situación, yo participéen ésa decisión y asumo mi responsabilidad, pero sobretodo, no me arrepiento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Prefiero que no estés, pero que cumplastus sueños.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Cada día me convenzo más de que la mejorforma de estar juntos es que cada quien esté bien consigo mismo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Llueve y es dificil caminar bajo lalluvia, pero estoy dispuesta a hacerlo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Es difícil despertar, desayunar, comer ycenar sin tí, pero sería aún más difícil verte aquí siendo infeliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;En conclusión, es dificil caminar bajo lalluvia, pero con un paraguas, todo se hace más llevadero.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Hoy, yo uso la razón y el amor como mimejor paraguas contra éste tiempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-5937567223495077311?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5937567223495077311/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=5937567223495077311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5937567223495077311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5937567223495077311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/10/todo-bien-lloviendo-pero-bien.html' title='Todo bien... lloviendo, pero bien!'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs5RSDszI8c/ToaRUamN_QI/AAAAAAAABLk/xEWLoK9lBTg/s72-c/PARAG%25C3%259CAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-391152367623152739</id><published>2011-09-18T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:26:11.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi culpa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMshvrI2SCg/TnaZ0db929I/AAAAAAAABLg/s9i1YeGGY5w/s1600/camisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMshvrI2SCg/TnaZ0db929I/AAAAAAAABLg/s9i1YeGGY5w/s400/camisa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sí. Fue mi culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No fue mi culpa enfermarme, bueno, no directamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sí fue mi culpa no ir a tiempo al médico y dejar que la enfermedad avanzara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No fue mi culpa padecer los síntomas de la enfermedad y las secuelas que que dejó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Si fue mi culpa deprimirme a raíz de mi enfermedad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;¿o no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De cualquier forma me encuentro en este punto que no me parece suficientemente malo como para buscar ayuda profesional, ni suficientemente bueno como para quedarme aquí. Supongo que con los micro cambios y las pequeñas decisiones del día a día puedo salir del hoyo que decidí cavar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lo paradójico es sentirme en este hoyo y al mismo tiempo darme cuenta de que estoy en la etapa más feliz de mi vida... hasta ahora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ciertamente se me va el tiempo y tengo que hacer algo ya, hoy... o mejor mañana, que es lunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Wind of change" lo leí por ahí en el facebook de alguien y ahora me lo apropio. Vienen cambios y oportunidades realmente importantes, no puedo seguir aquí acostada, en el mejor de los casos viendo películas y en el peor sólo viendo a la nada, hoy, a la camisa colgada y recién planchada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-391152367623152739?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/391152367623152739/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=391152367623152739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/391152367623152739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/391152367623152739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/09/mi-culpa.html' title='Mi culpa.'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMshvrI2SCg/TnaZ0db929I/AAAAAAAABLg/s9i1YeGGY5w/s72-c/camisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-8148051281822603403</id><published>2011-06-16T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:29:30.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudas...</title><content type='html'>La gente dice que las dudas no esperan. ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pues a mi me parece que sí lo hacen. Que son ventajosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me parece que se guardan todas juntas para esperar el momento en el cual ya no quepan más ahí, en su escondite, y salir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salen juntas y atacan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;son tantas que ya me cuesta trabajo definir cuál es la principal o a cual dedicarle mi mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No puedo seguir pensando en ellas y no puedo callarlas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿que será? ¿hay un remedio? ¿dónde está?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dudas y más dudas hoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-8148051281822603403?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8148051281822603403/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=8148051281822603403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8148051281822603403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8148051281822603403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/09/dudas.html' title='Dudas...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-5337740902043950908</id><published>2011-02-19T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:56:46.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresa pronto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spA6K2TDdZY/TWCQwfUk1GI/AAAAAAAABLY/r-XoLJFyEj0/s1600/19022011559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spA6K2TDdZY/TWCQwfUk1GI/AAAAAAAABLY/r-XoLJFyEj0/s400/19022011559.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575615501400593506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti la vida cotidiana no cambia. Es exactamente igual.&lt;div&gt;Despertar, desayunar, el trabajo, la comida y regresar al trabajo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo es lo mismo, o al menos así lo parece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La verdad es que tu ausencia no afecta en nada mi desempeño laboral, mis relaciones sociales ni nada de mi vida cotidiana. Yo sigo siendo yo aún cuando no estés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero tu ausencia me quita algo, me deja sin un pedazo de alguno de mis órganos, me siento con un vacío, algo incompleto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si puedo seguir adelante cuando tienes que salir, pero que quede muy claro que aunque pueda hacer todo sin ti, no me gusta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada se compara a tu compañía, a tu presencia, a saber que estás aquí, aunque sea en otra parte de la ciudad, pero aquí y que te veré en algunas horas más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te espero, los días serán iguales pero demasiado largos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-5337740902043950908?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5337740902043950908/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=5337740902043950908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5337740902043950908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5337740902043950908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/02/regresa-pronto.html' title='Regresa pronto!'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spA6K2TDdZY/TWCQwfUk1GI/AAAAAAAABLY/r-XoLJFyEj0/s72-c/19022011559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3459753034579405080</id><published>2011-01-17T11:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:48:09.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TULIPANES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TTR_iBKRmRI/AAAAAAAABLM/3qkriYXgvoM/s1600/100_9206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TTR_iBKRmRI/AAAAAAAABLM/3qkriYXgvoM/s400/100_9206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563211662113216786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocas cosas me hacen más feliz...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos los hombres deberían saber que para muchas de nosotras recibir flores, no es sólo un buen detalle, es un momento valiosísimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un momento para reflexionar acerca de nosotras, de nuestra pareja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una oportunidad para abrazar de forma diferente, espontánea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El pretexto para presumir ante la familia, ante las amigas, ante quien sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El adorno que al ponerlo en una mesa, nos alegrara los siguientes 2 o 3 días.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cumplir sólo una de las miles de características que construimos en los principes, cuando eramos niñas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y disfrutar de un detalle que a los hombres les cuesta poco tiempo y poco dinero, pero que nosotras dificilmente olvidamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunque como todo, no falta la que odia las flores y le parece un momento cursi innecesario! jajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mujeres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-3459753034579405080?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3459753034579405080/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=3459753034579405080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3459753034579405080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3459753034579405080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/01/tulipanes.html' title='TULIPANES...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TTR_iBKRmRI/AAAAAAAABLM/3qkriYXgvoM/s72-c/100_9206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1245700736875985039</id><published>2011-01-14T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T10:30:00.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LA OCIOSIDAD DE LOS VIERNES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;UN AUTO EMO!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TS8pAgrceuI/AAAAAAAABK8/tFircnM_91c/s400/27052009051.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561709153574746850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Poner atención al círculo arriba de la luz trasera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jajajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1245700736875985039?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1245700736875985039/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1245700736875985039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1245700736875985039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1245700736875985039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-ociosidad-de-los-viernes.html' title='LA OCIOSIDAD DE LOS VIERNES...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TS8pAgrceuI/AAAAAAAABK8/tFircnM_91c/s72-c/27052009051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-5334228926371502771</id><published>2011-01-13T10:33:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T11:34:08.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JueveSong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TS8tCOZ_xVI/AAAAAAAABLE/y9YBr5EpU8E/s1600/100_7616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TS8tCOZ_xVI/AAAAAAAABLE/y9YBr5EpU8E/s400/100_7616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561713581075973458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that got away - Katy Perry&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Summer after highschool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;when we first met&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;We'd make out in your mustang to Radiohead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;on my 18th birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;we got matching tattoos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Used to steal your parents liquor and climb to the roof&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Talk about our future like we had a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Never planned that one day I'd be losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;CHORUS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;In another life, I would be your girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;We'd keep all our promises&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Be "us" against the world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;In another life, I would make you stay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;So I don't have to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;You were the one that got away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;The one that got away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;I was June and &lt;b&gt;you were my Johnny Cash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Never one without the other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;we made a pact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt; (woah-oh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Someone said you had your tattoo removed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Saw you downtown, singing the blues&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;It's time to face the music, &lt;i&gt;I'm no longer your muse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;CHORUS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;In another life, I would be your girl &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;We'd keep all our promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Be "us" against the world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;In another life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:13.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;I would make you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt; (you stay)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;So I don't have to say &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;You were the one that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;The one that got away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;The o-o-o-o-one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: ES-MX"&gt;The o-o-o-o-one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: ES-MX"&gt;The o-o-o-o-one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;The one that got away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;All this money can't buy me a time machine (no) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Can't replace you with a million rings (no-o-o-o)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;I should have told you what you meant to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt; (woah-oh-oh-oh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Cause now I pay the price&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;CHORUS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;In another life, &lt;b&gt;I would be your girl &lt;/b&gt;(yeeeeaaaahhh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;We'd keep all our promises&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;Be "us" against the world (Us against the world)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;In another life (In another life), I would make you stay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;So I don't have to say &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;You were the one that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;The one that got away (The one that got away)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;The o-o-o-o-one (the one)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;The o-o-o-o-one (the one)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;The o-o-o-o-one (the one)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;In another life, I would make you stay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;So I don't have to say &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;You were the one that got away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt;tab-stops:45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: ES-MX"&gt;The one that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-5334228926371502771?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5334228926371502771/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=5334228926371502771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5334228926371502771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5334228926371502771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2011/01/juevesong.html' title='JueveSong'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TS8tCOZ_xVI/AAAAAAAABLE/y9YBr5EpU8E/s72-c/100_7616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-2514144668402179092</id><published>2010-12-17T23:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:09:22.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Las tardes dormida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TQxA7nVPIVI/AAAAAAAABKw/6eNhf_PYLvg/s1600/100_8796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TQxA7nVPIVI/AAAAAAAABKw/6eNhf_PYLvg/s400/100_8796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551883833555493202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya no hay mucho que escribir en éste blog...&lt;div&gt;creo que desde que descubrí la instantaneidad de twitter, ya no me sale el escribir aqui, pero algo saldrá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy he pasado la tarde dormida, no es algo raro en mi, pero luego cuando despierto me siento mal, comoq ue he perdido todo el día, no lo se. Y ésto no es algo trascendente, no esun tema importante, asi que mi preocupación por el, me agrada. Pienso que tal vez si me preocupan éstas nimiedades, es porque me encuentro en un momento de mi vida feliz, tranquilo, agusto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será cosa de aprovecharlo tal y como venga, será cosa de disfrutarlo mientras dure y será cosa de aprender a disfrutar también las preocupaciones que no deberían ser preocupaciones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2514144668402179092?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2514144668402179092/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2514144668402179092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2514144668402179092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2514144668402179092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/12/las-tardes-dormida.html' title='Las tardes dormida...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TQxA7nVPIVI/AAAAAAAABKw/6eNhf_PYLvg/s72-c/100_8796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4121841802262768486</id><published>2010-11-29T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:03:14.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo Astromántico - Love of Lesbian (videoclip oficial)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O_HyNdDpxEg?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4121841802262768486?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4121841802262768486/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4121841802262768486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4121841802262768486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4121841802262768486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/11/domingo-astromantico-love-of-lesbian.html' title='Domingo Astromántico - Love of Lesbian (videoclip oficial)'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/O_HyNdDpxEg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4646909694950431539</id><published>2010-10-24T19:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:16:24.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TMTmw3DdAaI/AAAAAAAABKo/MeZNWJbRtp4/s1600/17032010305+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TMTmw3DdAaI/AAAAAAAABKo/MeZNWJbRtp4/s400/17032010305+(1).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531799969404354978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿qué pasó?&lt;div&gt;¿en qué momento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vienes y me revuelves, me confundes, me intrigas, y me inquietas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vienes y te apareces como si fueras dueño aunque sea de una mínima parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reclamas lo tuyo sin reclamar realmente nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡RECLAMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me encantaría que reclamaras.. que me dijeras todo lo que tienes que decir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y que me preguntaras todo lo que tienes que preguntar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya llevaba tiempo asi, no sé que es lo que me pareció extraño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya habías irrumpido en mis pensamientos y te sacaba te empujaba, vete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero, cuando irrumpiste en mi subconsciente... ya no pude hacer nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero que me presenten a quien me pueda dar el antídoto para no soñar algo que no quiero soñar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O para descubrir si realmente lo quiero soñar o no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal vez es mi espejo lo que veo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal vez yo soy quien se quedó con preguntas y cosas que decir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal vez soy yo quien quiere llegar a gritar y a reclamar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿pero cómo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entiendo como...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me aterra pensar que te vuelvas a ausentar, justo cuando te empezabas a acercar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4646909694950431539?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4646909694950431539/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4646909694950431539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4646909694950431539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4646909694950431539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/10/que-paso-en-que-momento-vienes-y-me.html' title=''/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TMTmw3DdAaI/AAAAAAAABKo/MeZNWJbRtp4/s72-c/17032010305+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-8637758308313152284</id><published>2010-09-23T00:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T00:52:00.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jueveSong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb3tiahNBI/AAAAAAAABJ4/EopEZgeGfOc/s1600/100_7607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518870755093328914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb3tiahNBI/AAAAAAAABJ4/EopEZgeGfOc/s400/100_7607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"THE ONLY EXCEPTION"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAMORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was younger I saw my daddy cry&lt;br /&gt;and curse at the wind.&lt;br /&gt;He broke his own heart and I watched&lt;br /&gt;as he tried to reassemble it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And my momma swore&lt;br /&gt;that she would never let herself forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And that was the day that I promised&lt;br /&gt;I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But Darling,&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I know somewhere&lt;br /&gt;deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;that love never lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And we've got to find other ways&lt;br /&gt;to make it alone.&lt;br /&gt;Keep a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I've always lived like this&lt;br /&gt;keeping a comfortable distance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And up until now I had sworn to myself&lt;br /&gt;that I'm content with loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because none of it was ever worth the risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a tight grip on reality,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't let go of what's in front of me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're leaving in the morning&lt;br /&gt;when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave me with some kind of proof its not a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;You are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm on my way to believing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-8637758308313152284?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8637758308313152284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=8637758308313152284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8637758308313152284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8637758308313152284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/09/juevesong.html' title='jueveSong'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb3tiahNBI/AAAAAAAABJ4/EopEZgeGfOc/s72-c/100_7607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-2676052834714679071</id><published>2010-09-20T01:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T01:13:04.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>agriDULCE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb7RV-CFpI/AAAAAAAABKA/YOQ6BeX47Wo/s1600/100_7650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518874668762797714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb7RV-CFpI/AAAAAAAABKA/YOQ6BeX47Wo/s400/100_7650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agriDULCE es la unica palabra que se me ocurre para describir los días como hoy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;días dificiles, de enfermedad, de malentendidos, de reir y llorar, de dormir sin descansar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La distancia que nos brinda maravillosas oportunidades de reencontrarnos con nosotros y nuestros pensamientos, pero a la vez toparnos con el dolor de la soledad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los días agriDULCES como hoy me permiten reforzar lo que siento hacia tí, pero más en concreto, reforzar lo que siento hacia nosotros y nuestro compromiso, hacia nuestra decisión de compartir el mismo camino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y me voy a dormir con tus palabras dandome vueltas en la cabeza y grabándoseme muy hondo: "tu y yo somos para siempre", dijiste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En definitiva es una frase trillada, que tantos dicen y que tantos rompen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es una frase dificil de creer y fácil de decir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me duermo meditándola y pensando ¿porqué no creerla? Sólo por hoy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es arriesgarse, pero sin duda todo éso que se vive en el ínterin vale totalmente la pena de haberlo intentado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2676052834714679071?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2676052834714679071/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2676052834714679071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2676052834714679071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2676052834714679071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/09/agridulce.html' title='agriDULCE...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb7RV-CFpI/AAAAAAAABKA/YOQ6BeX47Wo/s72-c/100_7650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-2595563082195740896</id><published>2010-06-24T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:03:10.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cambios, cambios y más cambios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TCPxXQaz4pI/AAAAAAAABJo/ImFCEgPCuNk/s1600/102_3900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486494152914100882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TCPxXQaz4pI/AAAAAAAABJo/ImFCEgPCuNk/s400/102_3900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La pregunta de hoy es: ¿algún día alcanzaré de nuevo la estabilidad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque al parecer en todo el último año me ha sido completamente imposible....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿será la edad o serán las decisiones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿serán las cosas que inevitablemente nos tienen que pasar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es dificil perseguir una meta que se ve al mismo tiempo tan lejos y tan cerca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguien me dijo que así es cuando se construye algo, que ésto es empezar una nueva etapa, que así es cuando se empieza una nueva vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero que dificil....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2595563082195740896?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2595563082195740896/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2595563082195740896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2595563082195740896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2595563082195740896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/06/cambios-cambios-y-mas-cambios.html' title='cambios, cambios y más cambios'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TCPxXQaz4pI/AAAAAAAABJo/ImFCEgPCuNk/s72-c/102_3900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-950353595866570489</id><published>2010-06-24T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:38:07.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jueveSong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TCPsQjWvadI/AAAAAAAABJg/rL7zQHai-7w/s1600/102_3792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486488540180081106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TCPsQjWvadI/AAAAAAAABJg/rL7zQHai-7w/s400/102_3792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Everyday is exactly the same"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NINE INCH NAILS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe I can see the future&lt;br /&gt;Cause I repeat the same routine&lt;br /&gt;I think I used to have a purpose&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that might have been a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I used to have a voice&lt;br /&gt;Now I never make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I just do what I've been told&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want them to come around, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;There is no love here and there is no pain&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel their eyes are watching&lt;br /&gt;In case I lose myself again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm happy here&lt;br /&gt;(Sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, yet I still pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how this got started&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I can tell you exactly how it will end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;There is no love here and there is no pain&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write it on a little piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping, someday, you might find&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll hide it behind something&lt;br /&gt;They won't look behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still inside her&lt;br /&gt;A little bit comes bleeding through&lt;br /&gt;I wish this could've been any other way&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;There is no love here and there is no pain&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;There is no love here and there is no pain&lt;br /&gt;Every day is exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;(Every day is the same!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo bueno es que todo está a punto de cambiar.....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-950353595866570489?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/950353595866570489/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=950353595866570489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/950353595866570489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/950353595866570489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/06/juevesong.html' title='jueveSong'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TCPsQjWvadI/AAAAAAAABJg/rL7zQHai-7w/s72-c/102_3792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6655436975040758394</id><published>2010-05-11T17:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:08:32.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S-nUbEWnjmI/AAAAAAAABJY/84i0upbqOgU/s1600/desp+pt+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470136783908343394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S-nUbEWnjmI/AAAAAAAABJY/84i0upbqOgU/s400/desp+pt+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La sociedad está dividida en dos grandes clases: la de los que tienen más comida que apetito y la de los que tienen más apetito que comida."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Chamfort &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1741-1794) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Académico francés. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6655436975040758394?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6655436975040758394/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6655436975040758394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6655436975040758394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6655436975040758394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/05/martes-de-frases-celebres.html' title='MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S-nUbEWnjmI/AAAAAAAABJY/84i0upbqOgU/s72-c/desp+pt+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1472268586343563473</id><published>2010-02-23T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:56:57.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MARTES DE FRACES CÉLEBRES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S4Rcq-ioQgI/AAAAAAAABJI/rpaJW8U3GbM/s1600-h/jagger+adriana+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441576143182905858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S4Rcq-ioQgI/AAAAAAAABJI/rpaJW8U3GbM/s400/jagger+adriana+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Si nuestros amigos nos hacen favores pensamos que nos lo deben a título de amigos, pero no pensamos que no nos deben su amistad"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Marqués de Vauvenargues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1715-1747)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Moralista Francés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1472268586343563473?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1472268586343563473/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1472268586343563473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1472268586343563473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1472268586343563473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/02/martes-de-fraces-celebres.html' title='MARTES DE FRACES CÉLEBRES'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S4Rcq-ioQgI/AAAAAAAABJI/rpaJW8U3GbM/s72-c/jagger+adriana+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3566076503031184625</id><published>2010-02-22T15:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:45:18.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Los lobos vestidos de ovejas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S-WG-dr1SdI/AAAAAAAABJQ/TE_rWg6jGHg/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468925730189822418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S-WG-dr1SdI/AAAAAAAABJQ/TE_rWg6jGHg/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya antes había escuchado mucho acerca de los lobos que se visten de ovejas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de alguna forma suponía que eran visibles aún cuando estaban disfrazados, algo así como las caricaturas viejitas de looney tunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tal vez es que mi soberbia me hacía estar segura de que si alguna vez me topaba con uno lo reconocería inmediatamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Error.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Existen lobos perfectamente disfrazados, tanto que realmente lo único que los hace serlo es su interior, su alma, sus intenciones, sus jugadas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Realmente siento que duele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No es que me haya encariñado, porque creo que de hecho eso nunca sucedió, es solo que duele pensar, duele recordar, duele darme cuenta de que confié en alguien y resulto ser un desconocido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Espero no estar equivocada,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Espero que le vaya bien a pesar de todo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Espero que un día no muy lejano, vuelva a ser una oveja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-3566076503031184625?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3566076503031184625/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=3566076503031184625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3566076503031184625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3566076503031184625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/02/los-lobos-vestidos-de-ovejas.html' title='Los lobos vestidos de ovejas..'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S-WG-dr1SdI/AAAAAAAABJQ/TE_rWg6jGHg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1872698523056630150</id><published>2010-02-18T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:02:12.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JueveSong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S31jA9tfAKI/AAAAAAAABJA/aQQDsKhLC48/s1600-h/100_7995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439612793149915298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S31jA9tfAKI/AAAAAAAABJA/aQQDsKhLC48/s400/100_7995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"LOVE SONG"  311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ésta canción me encanta porque es juto como me siento cuando estoy con Gera. Realmente nunca me importa el lugar, sólo si está él se que todo va a estar muy MUY bien.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You make me feel like I am home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am young again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me feel like I am fun again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ever far away&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;How ever long I stay&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whatever words I say&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You make me feel like I am free again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I am clean again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How ever far away&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ever long I stay&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever words I say&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will always love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1872698523056630150?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1872698523056630150/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1872698523056630150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1872698523056630150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1872698523056630150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/02/juevesong.html' title='JueveSong'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S31jA9tfAKI/AAAAAAAABJA/aQQDsKhLC48/s72-c/100_7995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-5998028580177977891</id><published>2010-02-09T13:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:47:21.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S3G67Ywg6-I/AAAAAAAABI4/GJ80NthWlec/s1600-h/boda+gerare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436331754633882594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S3G67Ywg6-I/AAAAAAAABI4/GJ80NthWlec/s400/boda+gerare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"En todo matrimonio que ha durado más de una semana existen motivos para el divorcio. La clave consiste en encontrar siempre motivos para el matrimonio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Robert Anderson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-5998028580177977891?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5998028580177977891/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=5998028580177977891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5998028580177977891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5998028580177977891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/02/martes-de-frases-celebres.html' title='MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S3G67Ywg6-I/AAAAAAAABI4/GJ80NthWlec/s72-c/boda+gerare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-187457013918394618</id><published>2010-02-06T10:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:45:48.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Los momentos felices..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S22csL799cI/AAAAAAAABIo/S3HRcLVRSPI/s1600-h/gerare+sombrerudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435172608238548418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S22csL799cI/AAAAAAAABIo/S3HRcLVRSPI/s400/gerare+sombrerudo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin duda, creo que he tenido múltiples momentos muy felices en mi vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero también es cierto que la mayoría de ellos han llegado sin haberlos planeado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en los lugares y en los días más inesperados o que parecen más cotidianos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A veces éstos momentos son provocados por cosas absurdas o graciosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;También estoy segura que la gran mayoría de ésos momentos los he pasado contigo, con tus bromas, con tus ocurrencias y con la forma tan divertida que tienes de ver el mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora que no estás, pensé que eran los días lluviosos los que me hacían sentir melancólica y triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero al salir el sol desde ayer y seguir con mi sentimiento, descubro que el clima realmente no tiene que ver gran cosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eres tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eres tu quien ilumina mis días y quien me da toda la energía y vitalidad que necesito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eres tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias por ser mi motor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-187457013918394618?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/187457013918394618/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=187457013918394618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/187457013918394618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/187457013918394618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2010/02/los-momentos-felices.html' title='Los momentos felices..'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/S22csL799cI/AAAAAAAABIo/S3HRcLVRSPI/s72-c/gerare+sombrerudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1634577656185129064</id><published>2009-12-03T13:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:36:03.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jueveSong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxgfxlqmryI/AAAAAAAABIg/bxhIfUDJY3E/s1600-h/61.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411109889070509858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxgfxlqmryI/AAAAAAAABIg/bxhIfUDJY3E/s400/61.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Good Bye to You"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ésta canción la escuchaba pocas semanas antes de casarme y la escucho mucho aún, me parece muy especial, ya que me recuerda a la persona que antes era la más más más importante para mi, y que me dolió mucho dejar, porque aún extraño... Nina!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the things I've believed in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to get it over with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears form behind my eyes but I do not cry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counting the days that pass me by&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been searching deep down in my soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feels like I'm starting all over again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The last three years were just pretend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to get lost in your eyes and it seems that I can't live a day without you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a place where I am blinded by the light but it's not right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want what's yours and I want what's mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you but I'm not giving in this time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Goodbye to you) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Goodbye to you) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were the one I loved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The one thing that I tried to hold on to) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The one thing that I tried to hold on to) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh whoa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the stars fall I will lie awake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're my shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1634577656185129064?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1634577656185129064/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1634577656185129064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1634577656185129064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1634577656185129064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/12/juevesong.html' title='jueveSong'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxgfxlqmryI/AAAAAAAABIg/bxhIfUDJY3E/s72-c/61.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-2886714875122113473</id><published>2009-12-01T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:57:01.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxXJBh9fL3I/AAAAAAAABIY/tIM_fjtdSUQ/s1600/24092009137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410451555488837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxXJBh9fL3I/AAAAAAAABIY/tIM_fjtdSUQ/s400/24092009137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"La amistad es un alma que habita en dos cuerpos; un corazón que habita en dos almas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=8493"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristóteles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(384 AC-322 AC) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Filósofo griego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2886714875122113473?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2886714875122113473/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2886714875122113473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2886714875122113473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2886714875122113473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/12/martes-de-frases-celebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxXJBh9fL3I/AAAAAAAABIY/tIM_fjtdSUQ/s72-c/24092009137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4002923326895618161</id><published>2009-12-01T19:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:36:12.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JERO on the street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxXEcDtxSPI/AAAAAAAABII/O2HB2MvxQVk/s1600/01122009165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410446513668180210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxXEcDtxSPI/AAAAAAAABII/O2HB2MvxQVk/s400/01122009165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy caminaba por alguna banqueta de la ciudad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y encontrarte ahí, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me hizo realmente muy muy feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya tienes más fans heee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4002923326895618161?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4002923326895618161/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4002923326895618161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4002923326895618161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4002923326895618161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/12/jero-on-street.html' title='JERO on the street'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxXEcDtxSPI/AAAAAAAABII/O2HB2MvxQVk/s72-c/01122009165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-977856432251217688</id><published>2009-11-30T19:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:40:36.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomatilandia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxXE-9vq69I/AAAAAAAABIQ/Rpq2TjBMoc8/s1600/28112009164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410447113360960466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxXE-9vq69I/AAAAAAAABIQ/Rpq2TjBMoc8/s400/28112009164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo pensé que era el sur de Jalisco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero luego me dí cuenta que estaba equivocada, era TOMATILANDIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunque para ser sincera, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mi mas bien me pareció CAÑAlandia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero fué un fin de semana feliz puebleando por ahí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-977856432251217688?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/977856432251217688/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=977856432251217688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/977856432251217688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/977856432251217688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/11/tomatilandia.html' title='Tomatilandia'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SxXE-9vq69I/AAAAAAAABIQ/Rpq2TjBMoc8/s72-c/28112009164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-8836045070134204988</id><published>2009-11-26T11:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:44:48.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>¿aprendizaje o algo mas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sw67Kkm5vwI/AAAAAAAABIA/Sfpq9OWZnfg/s1600/100_7696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408465992818474754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sw67Kkm5vwI/AAAAAAAABIA/Sfpq9OWZnfg/s400/100_7696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soy de ésas muy comunes personas que piensan que las cosas pasan por algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generalmente no lo pienso en un sentido sobrenatural acerca de que algo misterioso va a influir en mi destino gracias a tal o cual suceso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo creo que las cosas son consecuencia de nuestros mismos actos que suceden para aprender algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puede ser que lo que pienso sea sólo una forma abstracta de entender un optimismo que me niego a aceptar, pero el punto es que al menos hasta ahora, ésto me ha servido para sobrellevar situaciones que en otro momento podrían generar que terminara en un manicomio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que de todos modos ése es el lugar donde muchas de las personas que transitamos cotidianamente por la ciudad, deberíamos estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces, volviendo a mi punto, digo que las cosas siempre pasan por algo, hay algo que hicimos bien o mal, cuyas consecuencias nos enseñan algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo más curioso de todo es que ésa enseñanza la guardamos tanto y tan bien, que pareciera que no perdemos la oportunidad de usarla cada que lo creemos necesario, sobretodo si se trata de aconsejar a alguien o peor aún, generar un juicio acerca de alguien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Particularmente yo, soy como un pez. No en lo idiota (a veces) sino en la vida cíclica. Es tan absurda la forma en la que diversos "ciclos" o "etapas" se repiten en mi vida cada cierto tiempo, que empiezo a pensar que alguien juega a la marioneta conmigo y le divierte, o mejor aún, lo cree prudente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sea o no una marioneta, la verdad es que cuando llegan las etapas de aprendizaje, son realmente duras, yo las llamaría mejor "cursos intensivos de aprendizaje", duran relativamente poco tiempo y siento que maduré y crecí "de un trancazo" como diría mi mamá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He aprendido a valorar mucho éstas etapas y a sacarles el mayor jugo posible, pero, como todo curso intensivo, no deja de ser dificil mientras se cursa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sé cuanto me vaya a durar ésta vez y si tenga o no los resultados esperados, pero el resultado que yo quiero obtener ya no me importa tanto como el interes por aprender lo que necesito aprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mientras tanto, me pongo en calidad "esponjita", absorbiendo absorbiendo lo más que pueda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-8836045070134204988?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8836045070134204988/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=8836045070134204988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8836045070134204988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8836045070134204988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/11/aprendizaje-o-algo-mas.html' title='¿aprendizaje o algo mas?'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sw67Kkm5vwI/AAAAAAAABIA/Sfpq9OWZnfg/s72-c/100_7696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-5861848984063842226</id><published>2009-11-17T22:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:06:17.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SwOAmiWukAI/AAAAAAAABH4/nnK-UrJ6iqI/s1600/100_7723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405305377320243202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SwOAmiWukAI/AAAAAAAABH4/nnK-UrJ6iqI/s400/100_7723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quien no quiere pensar es un fanático; quien no puede pensar, es un idiota; quien no osa pensar es un cobarde. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=798"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Francis Bacon&lt;br /&gt;(1561-1626)&lt;br /&gt;Filósofo y estadista británico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-5861848984063842226?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5861848984063842226/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=5861848984063842226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5861848984063842226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5861848984063842226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/11/martes-de-frases-celebres_17.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SwOAmiWukAI/AAAAAAAABH4/nnK-UrJ6iqI/s72-c/100_7723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6992648000362284794</id><published>2009-11-12T16:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:08:04.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jueveSong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvyTrVkpYuI/AAAAAAAABHw/oiftf5hCJpY/s1600-h/100_7605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403356025672262370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvyTrVkpYuI/AAAAAAAABHw/oiftf5hCJpY/s400/100_7605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"VINDICATED"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption&lt;br /&gt;Winding in and winding out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And roped me in&lt;br /&gt;So mesmerizing, and &lt;strong&gt;so hypnotizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am captivated&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vindicated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;Swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I am flawed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I am cleaning up so well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing in me now&lt;br /&gt;The things you swore you saw yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So clear&lt;br /&gt;Like the diamond in your ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to mirror your intention&lt;br /&gt;Oversized and overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The shine of which has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;And rendered me so isolated, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so motivated&lt;br /&gt;I am certain now that I am&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;Swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;And I am flawed&lt;br /&gt;But I am cleaning up so well&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing in me now&lt;br /&gt;The things you swore you saw yourself&lt;br /&gt;So turn&lt;br /&gt;Up the corners of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Part them and feel my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Trace the moment, fall forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense is paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch and I'd be in&lt;br /&gt;Too deep now to ever swim against the current&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So let me slip away [3x]&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip against the current&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away [4x]&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;Swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And I am flawed&lt;br /&gt;But I am cleaning up so well&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing in me now&lt;br /&gt;The things you swore you saw yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slight hope&lt;br /&gt;Dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6992648000362284794?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6992648000362284794/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6992648000362284794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6992648000362284794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6992648000362284794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/11/juevesong_12.html' title='jueveSong'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvyTrVkpYuI/AAAAAAAABHw/oiftf5hCJpY/s72-c/100_7605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4782453711591033012</id><published>2009-11-10T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:13:55.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvrinK27NsI/AAAAAAAABHo/Ce0PPYgUEd4/s1600-h/100_7582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402879865541834434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvrinK27NsI/AAAAAAAABHo/Ce0PPYgUEd4/s400/100_7582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"La habilidad moderna no consiste en esconder la emoción, sino en afectarla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=453058924"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert Keith Chesterton &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1874-1936) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Escritor británico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4782453711591033012?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4782453711591033012/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4782453711591033012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4782453711591033012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4782453711591033012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/11/martes-de-frases-celebres_10.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvrinK27NsI/AAAAAAAABHo/Ce0PPYgUEd4/s72-c/100_7582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3235343326933289511</id><published>2009-11-09T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:41:14.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BODA ANA &amp; JOSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvhF5kzQLQI/AAAAAAAABHg/c6DJgQjqm1k/s1600-h/100_7766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402144608464416002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvhF5kzQLQI/AAAAAAAABHg/c6DJgQjqm1k/s400/100_7766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me encantan las bodas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero las que son diferentes me gustan aún más...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es increible ver cuando una fiesta está tan pero tan impregnada de la propia personalidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muchas Felicidades!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Nov 7, 09)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-3235343326933289511?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3235343326933289511/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=3235343326933289511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3235343326933289511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3235343326933289511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/11/boda-ana-josh.html' title='BODA ANA &amp; JOSH'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvhF5kzQLQI/AAAAAAAABHg/c6DJgQjqm1k/s72-c/100_7766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1303572550413867504</id><published>2009-11-05T09:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:52:00.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jueveSong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvBUk7LUpQI/AAAAAAAABHQ/lfBYaKrfDbs/s1600-h/28062009080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399908946554430722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvBUk7LUpQI/AAAAAAAABHQ/lfBYaKrfDbs/s400/28062009080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Can´t take that away"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They can say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything they want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Try to bring me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I will not allow anyone to succeed hanging clouds over me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they can try hard &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to make me feel that I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't matter at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I refuse to falter in what I believe or loose faith in my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause there's, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a light in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That shines brightly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They can try, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they can't take that away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, no, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh they, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anything they want to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you let them in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they won't ever win,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you cling to you pride, and just push them aside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See I, I have learned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's an inner peace I own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something in my soul that they can not possess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I won't be afraid and the darkness will fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause there's, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's light in me me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That shines brightly, yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They can try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But they can't&lt;/span&gt; take that away from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, oh oh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They can't take this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Precious love I'll always have inside me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certainly the Lord will guide me where I need to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woah, woah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They can say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything they want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to bring me down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I won't face the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will rise steadily sailing out of their reach,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although they do try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hard to make me feel that I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't matter at all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I refuse to fall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me what I believe or loose faith in my dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause there's a light in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That shines brightly yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They can try but they can't take that away from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, no, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1303572550413867504?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1303572550413867504/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1303572550413867504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1303572550413867504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1303572550413867504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/11/juevesong.html' title='jueveSong'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvBUk7LUpQI/AAAAAAAABHQ/lfBYaKrfDbs/s72-c/28062009080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-9200335537651500231</id><published>2009-11-03T10:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:19:43.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvBX7MLCI-I/AAAAAAAABHY/AVkucTDOQF4/s1600-h/DSC_5788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399912627608626146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvBX7MLCI-I/AAAAAAAABHY/AVkucTDOQF4/s400/DSC_5788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Hemos de saber anticiparnos a encontrar lo cómico que haya en nosotros. Así podremos evitar que otros se burlen de nuestra escasa perfección."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=614"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel Clarasó &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1905-1985) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Escritor español.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-9200335537651500231?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/9200335537651500231/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=9200335537651500231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/9200335537651500231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/9200335537651500231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/11/martes-de-frases-celebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SvBX7MLCI-I/AAAAAAAABHY/AVkucTDOQF4/s72-c/DSC_5788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-7030111950686230658</id><published>2009-11-02T17:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:18:23.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTACIÓN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Antes yo era asi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Su90UxySVUI/AAAAAAAABHA/IqHO1kCFPbk/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399662378550973762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Su90UxySVUI/AAAAAAAABHA/IqHO1kCFPbk/s400/IMG_1205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero después de un par de firmas en documentos del Ayuntamiento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Su9yPPQaYmI/AAAAAAAABG4/vev4OdQ4mXw/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399660084359488098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Su9yPPQaYmI/AAAAAAAABG4/vev4OdQ4mXw/s400/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quedé así...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Su9xiE1_bkI/AAAAAAAABGw/OpHxkGxNrEI/s1600-h/33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399659308470201922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Su9xiE1_bkI/AAAAAAAABGw/OpHxkGxNrEI/s400/33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero ahora soy aun mil veces más feliz!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-7030111950686230658?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7030111950686230658/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=7030111950686230658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7030111950686230658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7030111950686230658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/11/mutacion.html' title='MUTACIÓN...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Su90UxySVUI/AAAAAAAABHA/IqHO1kCFPbk/s72-c/IMG_1205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3840953613027523830</id><published>2009-07-28T12:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:28:00.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sm4JvlTKZXI/AAAAAAAABGo/BSOlnTXWLZ4/s1600-h/6729_115350539318_557499318_2999316_1415138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363234919315826034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sm4JvlTKZXI/AAAAAAAABGo/BSOlnTXWLZ4/s400/6729_115350539318_557499318_2999316_1415138_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"La belleza es poder; una sonrisa es su espada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=8437"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Reade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1814-1884) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Escritor inglés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-3840953613027523830?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3840953613027523830/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=3840953613027523830&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3840953613027523830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3840953613027523830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/07/martes-de-frases-celebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sm4JvlTKZXI/AAAAAAAABGo/BSOlnTXWLZ4/s72-c/6729_115350539318_557499318_2999316_1415138_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-2095982484670973327</id><published>2009-07-22T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:15:59.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIERCOLES AL 2 X 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Smedfqon10I/AAAAAAAABGg/aBLmEpb5Vnc/s1600-h/24062009066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361427048754042690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Smedfqon10I/AAAAAAAABGg/aBLmEpb5Vnc/s400/24062009066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CASARSE/VIVIR CON GERA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo malo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahora sabré todos sus malos hábitos como picarse la nariz en la noche o roncar, o dejar destapado el baño o cualquier otra cosa que generalemnte hacen los hombres&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tendré que vivir con sus comportamientos obsesivos de ordenar las cosas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tendré que acostumbrarme al hecho de comer paninis/baguetes/y similares al menos 5 veces a la semana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;La cama siempre deberá estar tendida&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No habrá maruchan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No podré comer nutella a cucharadas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me quedaré sin novio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extrañaré mucho a Nina :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361425630358033506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SmecNGsqVGI/AAAAAAAABGY/OkpLfl05aLQ/s400/24062009068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo bueno:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siempre habrá "choco-pris-pris" en la casa despensa y leche en el refri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vigilará mi alimentación (que si por mi fuera sólo incluiría gansito-maruchan-coca)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alguien al fin sacudirá y yo no estaré al únto de la muerte por mi alergia &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Habrá un importante ahorro de gasolina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me comprará una bici (al fin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tendremos anillos para vender si algun día estamos al borde de morir de hambre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No tendré frío en invierno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tendremos muebles nuevos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tendré de "roomy" a mi mejor amigo :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2095982484670973327?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2095982484670973327/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2095982484670973327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2095982484670973327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2095982484670973327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/07/miercoles-al-2-x-1.html' title='MIERCOLES AL 2 X 1'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Smedfqon10I/AAAAAAAABGg/aBLmEpb5Vnc/s72-c/24062009066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3745251641558419168</id><published>2009-07-22T17:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:58:00.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nuevo codigo postal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SmeZBhwVY0I/AAAAAAAABGQ/HEHsBWvu5PA/s1600-h/100_7522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361422132927882050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SmeZBhwVY0I/AAAAAAAABGQ/HEHsBWvu5PA/s400/100_7522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SmeSWfK54hI/AAAAAAAABGI/YcQNfpjhheo/s1600-h/24062009068.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estrenar casa es una sensación que sólo recuerdo haber tenido antes dos veces en mi vida:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. GDL-DF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realmente casi no lo recuerdo y no fué del todo emocionante, simplemente me compraron el gusto por la experiencia con un chocomilk en biberón, además yo realmente no fuí parte de la decisión.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. DF-GDL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En contraste, ésta experiencia sí fue bastante divertida, desde el empacar todas mis cosas, numerar las cajas y que había dentro de ellas, ver poco a poco como se vaciaba mi antiguo cuarto e imaginar todos los dias durante varias semanas cómo sería nuestro nuevo lugar, nuestra nueva rutina, mueblea etc, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y la experiencia de éstas semanas, tengo que decir, está muy alejada de parecerse a la #1 y extremadamene cerca de la #2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esque en éstas dos ultimas si he participado en la decisión, he escogido casa, vecindario y muebles, estoy empezando a empacar y desechar lo que no será necesario, a despedirme de la vida cotidiana que durante éstos 12 años he vivido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo que resulta sumamente diferente es que en la mudanza #2 yo seguía viviendo con la misma persona, y en éste aspecto me acerco de nuevo a la mudanza #1, al desafío mas grande de toda mudanza: aprender a vivir con alguien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me ilusiona todo lo que ha rodeado la busqueda (y encuentro) de nuestra nueva casa, muebles y demás, pero lo que más me emociona es el compartir toda ésta experiencia junto a ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-3745251641558419168?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3745251641558419168/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=3745251641558419168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3745251641558419168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3745251641558419168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/07/nuevo-codigo-postal.html' title='nuevo codigo postal!!'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SmeZBhwVY0I/AAAAAAAABGQ/HEHsBWvu5PA/s72-c/100_7522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6235398621695871561</id><published>2009-06-30T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:59:50.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Skuujvrf4EI/AAAAAAAABGA/A_X3y_TJHTU/s1600-h/100_7521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353564511177531458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Skuujvrf4EI/AAAAAAAABGA/A_X3y_TJHTU/s400/100_7521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "El éxito consiste en obtener lo que se desea. La felicidad, en disfrutar lo que se obtiene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=13685"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1803-1882) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Poeta y pensador estadounidense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¡¡¡ MUCHAS FELICIDADES SOCIÓLOGO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6235398621695871561?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6235398621695871561/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6235398621695871561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6235398621695871561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6235398621695871561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/06/martes-de-frases-celebres_30.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Skuujvrf4EI/AAAAAAAABGA/A_X3y_TJHTU/s72-c/100_7521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3326650796953939643</id><published>2009-06-24T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:05:13.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FEIST "mushaboom"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SkJ40cU7vvI/AAAAAAAABFw/ZxC-uppRpyM/s1600-h/100_7432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350972149622095602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SkJ40cU7vvI/AAAAAAAABFw/ZxC-uppRpyM/s400/100_7432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helping the kids out of their coats&lt;br /&gt;But wait the babies haven't been born oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Unpacking the bags and setting up&lt;br /&gt;And planting lilacs and buttercups oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime I've got it hard&lt;br /&gt;Second floor living without a yard&lt;br /&gt;It may be years until the day&lt;br /&gt;My dreams will match up with my pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old dirt road (mushaboom)&lt;br /&gt;Knee deep snow (mushaboom)&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fire as we grow (mushaboom)&lt;br /&gt;Old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a man to stick it out&lt;br /&gt;And make a home from a rented house oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;And we'll collect the moments one by one&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's how the future's done oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many acres how much light&lt;br /&gt;Tucked in the woods and out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap&lt;br /&gt;On a little road barely on the map &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old dirt road (mushaboom)&lt;br /&gt;Knee deep snow (mushaboom)&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fire as we grow (mushaboom)&lt;br /&gt;Old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old dirt road&lt;br /&gt;Rambling rose (mushaboom)&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fire as we grow (mushaboom)&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sold ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-3326650796953939643?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3326650796953939643/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=3326650796953939643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3326650796953939643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3326650796953939643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/06/feist-mushaboom.html' title='FEIST &quot;mushaboom&quot;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SkJ40cU7vvI/AAAAAAAABFw/ZxC-uppRpyM/s72-c/100_7432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1145221741593497985</id><published>2009-06-23T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:06:35.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SkJ5Ft6R60I/AAAAAAAABF4/NdWc5gC5Nrw/s1600-h/besame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350972446399916866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SkJ5Ft6R60I/AAAAAAAABF4/NdWc5gC5Nrw/s400/besame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Siempre hay alguien que besa y otro que se limita a permitir el beso. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=4023"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bernard Shaw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1856-1950) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Escritor irlandés. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1145221741593497985?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1145221741593497985/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1145221741593497985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1145221741593497985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1145221741593497985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/06/martes-de-frases-celebres_23.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SkJ5Ft6R60I/AAAAAAAABF4/NdWc5gC5Nrw/s72-c/besame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6441283544689358002</id><published>2009-06-17T17:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:32:34.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amnistía</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SjluhteEtsI/AAAAAAAABFo/B91UtLwZiZQ/s1600-h/ai+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348427557899646658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SjluhteEtsI/AAAAAAAABFo/B91UtLwZiZQ/s400/ai+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; según Oscar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ésta tendría que ser la nueva imagen de Amnistía Internacional México&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estoy muy de acuerdo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de todos modos mi trabajo es en promoción, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6441283544689358002?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6441283544689358002/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6441283544689358002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6441283544689358002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6441283544689358002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/06/amnistia.html' title='Amnistía'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SjluhteEtsI/AAAAAAAABFo/B91UtLwZiZQ/s72-c/ai+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4959717621229232820</id><published>2009-06-05T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:58:42.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cupo máximo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SilqGcLAUfI/AAAAAAAABFg/IphwGShpHFs/s1600-h/100_7376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343919091725914610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SilqGcLAUfI/AAAAAAAABFg/IphwGShpHFs/s400/100_7376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; un día venia de comer en casa de Eli..&lt;br /&gt;una deliciosa pasta por cierto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y veniamos menseando,&lt;br /&gt;cuando de pronto éste auto estaba frente a nosotras dándonos un momento de alegría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parece una camioneta cualquiera,&lt;br /&gt;pero una vez que pones atención,&lt;br /&gt;tiene un letrero poco común:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cupo máximo: 10 gentes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buena organización de ride ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SilpvyuhL3I/AAAAAAAABFY/5Z1dJon8qYs/s1600-h/100_7375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343918702643457906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SilpvyuhL3I/AAAAAAAABFY/5Z1dJon8qYs/s400/100_7375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4959717621229232820?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4959717621229232820/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4959717621229232820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4959717621229232820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4959717621229232820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/06/cupo-maximo.html' title='cupo máximo'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SilqGcLAUfI/AAAAAAAABFg/IphwGShpHFs/s72-c/100_7376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1118040675877284799</id><published>2009-06-02T00:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:43:47.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SiS6ZggM1MI/AAAAAAAABFQ/PvvOfiqpp-0/s1600-h/4507_92710797045_536767045_2397865_2498888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342600005352740034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SiS6ZggM1MI/AAAAAAAABFQ/PvvOfiqpp-0/s400/4507_92710797045_536767045_2397865_2498888_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"La felicidad humana generalmente no se logra con grandes golpes de suerte, que pueden ocurrir pocas veces, sino con pequeñas cosas que ocurren todos los días."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=2003"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Franklin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1706-1790) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Estadista y científico estadounidense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Gera y Cinthia en el cumple de Bren) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1118040675877284799?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1118040675877284799/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1118040675877284799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1118040675877284799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1118040675877284799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/06/martes-de-frases-celebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SiS6ZggM1MI/AAAAAAAABFQ/PvvOfiqpp-0/s72-c/4507_92710797045_536767045_2397865_2498888_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1459980527618088742</id><published>2009-05-29T18:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:54:30.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur - Coffee And TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/6oqXVx3sBOk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/6oqXVx3sBOk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aun no se que amo más, si la lechita o la canción...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1459980527618088742?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1459980527618088742/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1459980527618088742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1459980527618088742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1459980527618088742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/05/blur-coffee-and-tv.html' title='Blur - Coffee And TV'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3264345918013179681</id><published>2009-05-29T18:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:39:53.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i need vacations..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SiByJ9T0wmI/AAAAAAAABFI/Cv8IwzcnqsY/s1600-h/100_7144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341394673463509602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SiByJ9T0wmI/AAAAAAAABFI/Cv8IwzcnqsY/s400/100_7144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de nuevo vacaciones contigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-3264345918013179681?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3264345918013179681/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=3264345918013179681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3264345918013179681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3264345918013179681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-vacations.html' title='i need vacations..'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SiByJ9T0wmI/AAAAAAAABFI/Cv8IwzcnqsY/s72-c/100_7144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4322970603117479124</id><published>2009-05-19T05:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:17:00.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ShHfxn0hqhI/AAAAAAAABFA/NSJ15fk2eUA/s1600-h/100_7373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337293077006625298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ShHfxn0hqhI/AAAAAAAABFA/NSJ15fk2eUA/s400/100_7373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Cuando mi voz calle con la muerte, mi corazón te seguirá hablando. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=11621"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabindranath Tagore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1861-1941) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Filósofo y escritor indio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4322970603117479124?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4322970603117479124/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4322970603117479124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4322970603117479124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4322970603117479124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/05/martes-de-frases-celebres_19.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ShHfxn0hqhI/AAAAAAAABFA/NSJ15fk2eUA/s72-c/100_7373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6508154187493284506</id><published>2009-05-18T17:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:16:50.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>el fin de semana... con todo y su pastilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ShHd-_jWngI/AAAAAAAABE4/qQ8z_Jsr_VY/s1600-h/100_7222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337291107692092930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ShHd-_jWngI/AAAAAAAABE4/qQ8z_Jsr_VY/s400/100_7222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el fin de semana..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;creo que ha habido pocos fines de semana tan memorables como el que acaba de terminar ayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero mi memoria no es una cualidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asi que tampoco tengo mucha credibilidad en ése sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, el punto es que fué un excelente fin de semana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... con todo y pastilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6508154187493284506?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6508154187493284506/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6508154187493284506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6508154187493284506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6508154187493284506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-fin-de-semana-con-todo-y-su-pastilla.html' title='el fin de semana... con todo y su pastilla'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ShHd-_jWngI/AAAAAAAABE4/qQ8z_Jsr_VY/s72-c/100_7222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-2039447403555990921</id><published>2009-05-14T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:43:45.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sueño????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sgxze2JJyyI/AAAAAAAABEw/lzuDj5WtSrA/s1600-h/100_7369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335766632294370082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sgxze2JJyyI/AAAAAAAABEw/lzuDj5WtSrA/s400/100_7369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿cómo tener sueño cuando no se hace nada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pasan los minutos y sigo sin poder dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leer un poco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jugar un poco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hablar un poco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensar mucho más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sólo volteando constantemente a mi buró,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;éso me representa una doble ganancia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;veo la hora que me martiriza x lo rapido o lento que corre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero obtengo mi ganancia al ver nuestra fotografía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La tercer foto de nosotros que se posa en ése portaretrato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada año he cambiado esa foto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ojalá ponga 80 fotografías en ése portaretrato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2039447403555990921?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2039447403555990921/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2039447403555990921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2039447403555990921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2039447403555990921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/05/sueno.html' title='sueño????'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sgxze2JJyyI/AAAAAAAABEw/lzuDj5WtSrA/s72-c/100_7369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6029517430313929203</id><published>2009-05-13T15:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:30:10.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>días influen-zozos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sgssvgd8ZSI/AAAAAAAABEg/Du-y5TgJIm0/s1600-h/100_6936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335407378231485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sgssvgd8ZSI/AAAAAAAABEg/Du-y5TgJIm0/s400/100_6936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;éstos días no han sido agusto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tal vez el primero o el segundo, pero ya tantos no, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;definitivamente no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y esque me doy cuenta que no soy alguien como "de casa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en verdad necesito salir, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;necesito seguir con la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cotidianeidad..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hace unas 3 semanas recuerdo que dije:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"quisiera que todo se detuviera y tener tiempo de dormir y pensar, nada mas"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bueno...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CONCEDIDO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pero entre más duermo, más ganas me dan de dormir y resuelvo que ésa no era la solución&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;y esque he pensado y pensado tanto, que tengo que empezar a hacer lo que me he propuesto,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ya tengo la lista, ya tengo el plan, ya lo tengo todo ahora sólo me falta la acción,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;el salir de aquí y llevarlo a cabo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pero cuando el cuerpi aprovecha éstos días de inactividad, justo para enfermarse..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... sólo me queda esperar ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me muero porque todo regrese a la normalidad..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no pensé decirlo nunca pero ya ésto llegó al punto del extremo de la ociocidad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cuando uno fotografía su dedo sin más ni mas, algo no está bien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pero cuando después de fotografiarlo analizas las arrigas que hay en el, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;es justo cuando dices " tú tienes un problema ... y grave".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a la normalidaaaaaaaaaad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6029517430313929203?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6029517430313929203/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6029517430313929203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6029517430313929203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6029517430313929203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/05/dias-influen-zozos.html' title='días influen-zozos'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sgssvgd8ZSI/AAAAAAAABEg/Du-y5TgJIm0/s72-c/100_6936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4663720600623560707</id><published>2009-05-12T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:34:59.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sgsupf5oEqI/AAAAAAAABEo/TYKFukylhgw/s1600-h/100_6915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335409474023199394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sgsupf5oEqI/AAAAAAAABEo/TYKFukylhgw/s400/100_6915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"La experiencia nos ha demostrado que a la persona no le resulta nada más difícil de dominar que su lengua."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=8165"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baruch Benedict Spinoza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1632-1677)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Filósofo holandés, de origen juedoespañol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4663720600623560707?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4663720600623560707/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4663720600623560707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4663720600623560707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4663720600623560707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/05/martes-de-frases-celebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sgsupf5oEqI/AAAAAAAABEo/TYKFukylhgw/s72-c/100_6915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-8549474882538113695</id><published>2009-03-24T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:17:57.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La proximidad de la primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ScPYAofaoCI/AAAAAAAABEQ/MeYYm5G7Jdo/s1600-h/Imagen067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315329490608103458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ScPYAofaoCI/AAAAAAAABEQ/MeYYm5G7Jdo/s400/Imagen067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada año es lo mismo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como que empieza a hacer calor y como que se empieza a acercar la primavera y como que todos estamos más propensos al enamoramiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo en éste momento estoy muy propensa al enamoramiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y esque éste es mi tercer año consecutivo de vivir ésto, de tener ésta emocion al ver a la persona, de estar pensando todo el tiempo en él, y las maripositas y la felicidad y las mensadas y las risitas y demás, bueno, todo lo que contiene el enamoramiento. Ojo, una puede pensar durante la adolescencia que se enamora, pero no muchachas, ésas son hormonas, uno sólo aprende la diferencia cuando vive realmente el enamoramiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces, debido a ésta incidencia de la primavera, sí, me considero abierta y humilladamente una víctima más de la biología pura y dura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y tal vez tenga mucho de psicológico, las florecitas, el solecito, casi-vacaciones, etc. que nos predisponen al enamoramiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi problema no radica en que ésto suceda, supongo que es algo perfectamente normal, el problema es que al común denominador de la gente le sucede con varias personas, o al menos una diferente cada año. Sin embargo, ésta es la tercera vez que me sucede... con la misma persona!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Cómo sucede ésto? ¿Cómo pasa que la misma persona pueda generarte ése sentimiento una y otra y otra vez?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En verdad no lo sé, pero es simplemente maravilloso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel dice que el ciclo normal de los noviazgos es así: amar-odiar-cortar-volver-pelear-amar-odiar-cortar... etc. Entonces empecé a pensar que somos anormales, que tenemos una relación fuera de la norma, y éso tal vez hasta cierto punto sea incluso aburrido... pero la verdad es que yo amo nuestra anormalidad y aburrición.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-8549474882538113695?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8549474882538113695/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=8549474882538113695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8549474882538113695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8549474882538113695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-proximidad-de-la-primavera.html' title='La proximidad de la primavera'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ScPYAofaoCI/AAAAAAAABEQ/MeYYm5G7Jdo/s72-c/Imagen067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3164355113723591887</id><published>2009-03-17T12:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:42:17.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ScPeZ7gK-ZI/AAAAAAAABEY/47UaOTUpoBE/s1600-h/14022009128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315336522278042002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ScPeZ7gK-ZI/AAAAAAAABEY/47UaOTUpoBE/s400/14022009128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"La felicidad humana generalmente no se logra con grandes golpes de suerte, que pueden ocurrir pocas veces, sino con pequeñas cosas que ocurren todos los días."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=2003"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Franklin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1706-1790) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Estadista y científico estadounidense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2080408602613609102?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2080408602613609102/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2080408602613609102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2080408602613609102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2080408602613609102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/03/martes-de-frases-celebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/Sa8ROPdFH4I/AAAAAAAABEI/64R939_FO5A/s72-c/n710358891_1263187_1510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4707341766356130810</id><published>2009-02-24T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:25:27.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SaYZWZOgb3I/AAAAAAAABD4/qiDsLoeOeag/s1600-h/100_7154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306957083422257010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SaYZWZOgb3I/AAAAAAAABD4/qiDsLoeOeag/s400/100_7154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Comienza a manifestarse la madurez cuando sentimos que nuestra preocupación es mayor por los demás que por nosotros mismos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Albert Einstein &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1879-1955) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Científico alemán nacionalizado estadounidense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4707341766356130810?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4707341766356130810/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4707341766356130810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4707341766356130810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4707341766356130810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/02/martes-de-frases-celebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SaYZWZOgb3I/AAAAAAAABD4/qiDsLoeOeag/s72-c/100_7154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1449538037008887999</id><published>2009-02-19T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:02:20.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"FE DE ERRATAS"</title><content type='html'>Primero debo aclararle al que lo ignore que Éste titulo está bien escrito. La "fÉ de erratas" es la carta que se anexa a los libros ya impresos para aclarar algunos errores que se tuvieron y que fueron evidentes hasta la relectura del texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicho lo anterior.. Debo aclarar que los dos post anteriores están sin acentos porque fueron escritos en un momento de ocio desde el celular y me dio flojera ponerlos, por eso tambien contiene algunos errores de dedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo segundo y mas importante que quiero aclarar es que en el post "reseña de un 14 de Febrero", a lo que me refería en la parte de sacar factura en la papeleria, no es al papel para comprar el regalo de Gera, sino que no me quisieron sacar la factura de una nota de copias del 29 de Enero. No se confunda, yo no saco facturas de mis cosas personales..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto fue todo.. Espero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1449538037008887999?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1449538037008887999/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1449538037008887999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1449538037008887999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1449538037008887999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/02/fe-de-erratas.html' title='&quot;FE DE ERRATAS&quot;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1183106278007770023</id><published>2009-02-15T09:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:25:34.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reseña de un 14 de Febrero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SZ2xmkOehUI/AAAAAAAABDc/crC21FMWLkk/s1600-h/24122008042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304591212229854530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SZ2xmkOehUI/AAAAAAAABDc/crC21FMWLkk/s400/24122008042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedro dice que los 14 de Febrero son toda una parafernalia nueva para el, que todo esto de las flores y los chocolates, los globos y demas, no lo habia visto antes asi de plano, en su mero apogeo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pedro es europeo y no hay que hacerle mucho caso, jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cosa es que cada 14 de Febrero es un circo para mi. Siempre suceden cosas extrañas los 14 de Febrero y siempre termino olvidadolas, es por eso que hoy he decidido hacer una reseña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cosa es que primero que nada tuve que trabajar, y luego, el colmo fue que llegue tarde, y odio llegar tarde al trabajo, me hace sentir culpa todo el dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguna novedad, solo que gracias a las obras en el centro me lastime mi piecito y tuve que esperar media hora para tomar el camion, mismo camion que tardo 1 hora en recorrer el trayecto que yo generalmente hago en 10 min... El colmo de la pesima movilidad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al fin recogi el regalo de Gera, y luego, por ironico que pudiera sonar, no encontraba algun papel digno de la ocasion, asi que decidi ir a mi casa y pasar a la papeleria de siempre, donde por cierto, no me quisieron hacer una factura, por lo tanto sera dinero que no me repongann en el trabajo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada, al fin llegue a la casa, retacada del olor al cigarro de mi mama.. Indicador de que se paso por ahi no hace mucho tiempo. Mas tardaba yo en pensar esto que ella en aparecerse afuera de la casa con hermana, novio y abuelita.. El problema aqui es que Miriam (hermana) quiso ser amable (o tal vez no) y obsequiarme las sobras de sus papas en un enorme vaso de carton ( sarcasmo). Bueno, yo en un acto de tremenda ingenuidad (o tal vez estupidez, o tal vez hambre)(ok, dejare de poner parentesis) decidi comerlas sin siquiera preguntar algo minimo acerca de su procedencia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pague el precio todo el dia de haber comido tales papas radioactivas, sentia un ardor en el estomago brutal!!! Pense que se incendiaria y lo perderia para siempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo bueno de aquella tarde fue prender la tele (que ya habia perdido la cuenta de hace que tantos dias que no la veia) y encontrar la nueva temporada de uno de mis programas favoritos cuyo nombre no dire por el afan que tengo de mantener la poca reputacion y credibilidad que tengo en este blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La idea era dormir un poco y luego planchar mi rebelde cabello que parecia que justo ese dia habia decidido no acomodarse. Y antes de dormir tuve un momento de lucidez/inspiracion divina/lo que sea, que me hizo ir y conectar la plancha quien sabe porque. Acto seguido: plancha incendiandose y Arely devorada por el panico.&lt;br /&gt;Asi que la descinecte, la tire al piso y le hable e Erika imploradole que me planchara el cabello a pesar de tener agenda llena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika, al escuchar mi desesperacion, acepto. Lo malo es que puso a no se quien a que empezara a plancharmelo y eso fue mi muerte. Soy una persona absolutamente lacia. Incluso los pasadores se resbalan y caen de mi cabello como si tal cosa, en multiples ocasiones se me ha querido convencer sin exito alguno de que no me planche, sin embargo soy una triste victima de la mercadotecnia y el perfeccionismo en mis genes y decido hacerlo a pesar de todo. Pero esta mujer, aquella a la que Erika puso a que me planchara... SE TARDO SIGLOS! Como si fuera yo la mujer con el chino mas apretado sobre la faz de la tierra¡¡¡¡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estuve tentada a pedirle la plancha y hacerlo yo misma, pero al parecer aun me queda un poco de educacion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sali de ahi feliz rumbo a la casa, donde apenas me recostaba cuando Gera hablaba anuncindo su visita..&lt;br /&gt;Asi que me apure y aun asi el llego antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noto que yo no habia comido. Gera tiene un don para eso, sabe cuando no como, cuando tengo mucha tarea, cuando miento, cuando algo me preocupa y cuando algo me emociona, y engañarlo, por mucho que yo lo intente, resulta absolutamente imposible. Pareciera que tiene perfectamente estudiados cada una de mis caracteristicas.&lt;br /&gt;Asi que me obligo a comer, pero a cambio jugamos damas inglesas, ya que los dos compartimos este aburrimoento imparable hacia la mayoria de la tele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a las 8 emprendimos el viaje hacia el cine, y no hablare de la pelicula ya que no vale la pena en lo absoluto.. Ha sido inmensamente aburrida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al salir pense que nos dirigiamos hacia lo divertido: bailar ska! Sin embargo, el trafico del sabado-quincena-dia festivo-centro-calles cerradas, nos hacia perder un poco la paciencia, pero puedo decir que eso nos regalo una bonita hora de conversacion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramos en un oxxo por una coca, no queria bailar en estado zombie (aunque eso hubiera resultado muy divertido) y al fin llegamos al lugar donde habia que pagarle a un tipo vestido graciosamente 25 pesos po estacionarte en la via publica, y luego otros 140 mas por entrar a un lugar con cero ambiente y que ademas ni me atrevi a entrar al baño...&lt;br /&gt;Nos fuimos.. Y nos prometimos un cafe que a la mera hora olvidamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero al llegar a la casa y estacionarnos fue comico darnos cuenta de que a media platica nos quedamos dormidos.. Asi que reiteramos nuestra promesa de un cafe pero ahora descafeinado y en la casa, promesa que incumplimos justo cuando yo me puse la pijama y Gera acomodo una almohada en mi panza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese ultimo momento, al compartir el sueño, hizo que todo el dia tuviera sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1183106278007770023?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1183106278007770023/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1183106278007770023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1183106278007770023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1183106278007770023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/02/resena-de-un-14-de-febrero.html' title='reseña de un 14 de Febrero'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SZ2xmkOehUI/AAAAAAAABDc/crC21FMWLkk/s72-c/24122008042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6569851324869769314</id><published>2009-02-10T10:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:25:19.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a mi me enseñaron del 68</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SZ2yE2sYkyI/AAAAAAAABDk/YjyYpnaqI28/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304591732583207714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SZ2yE2sYkyI/AAAAAAAABDk/YjyYpnaqI28/s400/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mi me enseñaron del 68,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dijeron que fue un suceso horrible,&lt;br /&gt;Pero jamas supe exactamente que paso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dijeron que fueron unos asesinos&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo los segui viendo en la tele y en los mejores restaurantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 2 de Octubre nunca hay clases,&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca supe realmente que es un "mitin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi me dijeron que eran estudiantes valientes,&lt;br /&gt;Pero todo lo "revolucionario" es agresivo, revoltoso y malo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supe que mucha gente murio y fue encarcelada,&lt;br /&gt;Pero no se que sea de ellos hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi me enseñaron del 68,&lt;br /&gt;De una forma ludica y nostalgica,&lt;br /&gt;Con fotos e historias fantasticas,&lt;br /&gt;Y punto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mi pais eso es el 68:&lt;br /&gt;El dia que no se va a la escuela,&lt;br /&gt;El dia que todos aprovechan para contar alguna historia&lt;br /&gt;Y el dia que se nos permite ver fotos morbosas y sangrientas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareciera que todos recordamos lo que sucedio y con eso es suficiente,&lt;br /&gt;Pareciera que no importan los porques,&lt;br /&gt;Solo importa lo que sucedio y que mas vale que no vuelva a ocurrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, si no hacemos algo, quiere decir que toda esa lucha fue en vano,&lt;br /&gt;Que si ganaron los tiranos y nosotros es mejor quedarnos callados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi me enseñaron del 68,&lt;br /&gt;Pero al parecer, yo, igual que los otros millones de mexicanos,&lt;br /&gt;no aprendi nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6569851324869769314?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6569851324869769314/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6569851324869769314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6569851324869769314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6569851324869769314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-me-ensenaron-del-68.html' title='a mi me enseñaron del 68'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SZ2yE2sYkyI/AAAAAAAABDk/YjyYpnaqI28/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6445220892624908896</id><published>2009-01-13T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:34:21.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SW7Yjnf6K7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/MuSJ05_vdbU/s1600-h/24122008046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291404718616751026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SW7Yjnf6K7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/MuSJ05_vdbU/s400/24122008046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "La ausencia disminuye las pequeñas pasiones y aumenta las grandes, lo mismo que el viento apaga las velas y aviva las hogueras."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=8464"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;François de la Rochefoucauld &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1613-1680) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Escritor francés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6445220892624908896?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6445220892624908896/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6445220892624908896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6445220892624908896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6445220892624908896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/01/martes-de-frases-clebres_13.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SW7Yjnf6K7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/MuSJ05_vdbU/s72-c/24122008046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4972621395783343875</id><published>2009-01-06T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:38:01.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SV5gUG9ejoI/AAAAAAAABCA/XzXOOGKDSGM/s1600-h/100_7117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286768911161659010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SV5gUG9ejoI/AAAAAAAABCA/XzXOOGKDSGM/s400/100_7117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SV5fqGvjcsI/AAAAAAAABB4/STDdt4hR-jI/s1600-h/Imagen001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Para Adán, el paraíso era donde estaba Eva."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=4980"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1835-1910) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Escritor y periodista estadounidense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4972621395783343875?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4972621395783343875/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4972621395783343875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4972621395783343875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4972621395783343875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/01/martes-de-frases-clebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SV5gUG9ejoI/AAAAAAAABCA/XzXOOGKDSGM/s72-c/100_7117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1307374778673955028</id><published>2009-01-02T12:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:15:44.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>que alguien me explique..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SV5nMj9xUdI/AAAAAAAABCI/pVZOVz8MmAI/s1600-h/natalie_keira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286776478089957842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SV5nMj9xUdI/AAAAAAAABCI/pVZOVz8MmAI/s400/natalie_keira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NATALIE PORTMAN (IZQ.) Y KEIRA KNIGHTLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;que alguien me explique que sucede... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;¿será que ya no hay imaginación para crear nuevas personas diferentes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lo que me da miedlo aqui es pensar que entonces cabe la posibilidad de que haya otra yo del otro lado del mundo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O_O !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que barbaridad..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;¿xq Dios permite que sucedan éstas cosas?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1307374778673955028?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1307374778673955028/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1307374778673955028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1307374778673955028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1307374778673955028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2009/01/que-alguien-me-explique.html' title='que alguien me explique..'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SV5nMj9xUdI/AAAAAAAABCI/pVZOVz8MmAI/s72-c/natalie_keira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6291652715900263744</id><published>2008-12-30T15:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:23:55.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PEPSI (Britney Spears, Beyonce, Pink - We Will Rock You)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/SkELRp4wKPs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/SkELRp4wKPs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no sabia que esto existia...&lt;br /&gt;de cuando britney era delgada&lt;br /&gt;beyonce aun tenia voz&lt;br /&gt;y pink.. sigue siendo pink..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6291652715900263744?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6291652715900263744/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6291652715900263744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6291652715900263744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6291652715900263744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/12/pepsi-britney-spears-beyonce-pink-we.html' title='PEPSI (Britney Spears, Beyonce, Pink - We Will Rock You)'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4314943520506336296</id><published>2008-12-30T15:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:20:10.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink - Dear Mr President Live In Wembley - I'm Not Dead Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Q56pHCGrlc4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Q56pHCGrlc4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;una forma linda de protestar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4314943520506336296?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4314943520506336296/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4314943520506336296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4314943520506336296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4314943520506336296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/12/pink-dear-mr-president-live-in-wembley.html' title='Pink - Dear Mr President Live In Wembley - I&amp;#39;m Not Dead Tour'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4091414297603888176</id><published>2008-12-14T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:24:40.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Price of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xevGz8_MBKk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xevGz8_MBKk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diversos artistas cantando por los DDHH en la ONU...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4091414297603888176?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4091414297603888176/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4091414297603888176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4091414297603888176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4091414297603888176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/12/price-of-silence.html' title='Price of Silence'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1210767603260210703</id><published>2008-12-08T19:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:00:47.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GROW OLD WITH ME... John Lennon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ST3esnl3vZI/AAAAAAAABBw/BwEvz9SnTWw/s1600-h/Imagen012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277619196471524754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ST3esnl3vZI/AAAAAAAABBw/BwEvz9SnTWw/s400/Imagen012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ST3c3A8do2I/AAAAAAAABBo/SR-_xMKRls4/s1600-h/100_6989.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grow old along with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best is Yet to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When our time has come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be as one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless our love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless our love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grow Old along With Me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two branches of one tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face the setting sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the day is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless our love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless our love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending our lives together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man and wife togetherworld without end, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;world without end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grow old along with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever fate decrees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we will see it through, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for our love is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless our love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless our love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless our love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless our love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1210767603260210703?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1210767603260210703/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1210767603260210703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1210767603260210703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1210767603260210703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/12/grow-old-with-me-john-lennon.html' title='GROW OLD WITH ME... John Lennon'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/ST3esnl3vZI/AAAAAAAABBw/BwEvz9SnTWw/s72-c/Imagen012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-428245241973932550</id><published>2008-12-02T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:22:34.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/STgRtUzoqRI/AAAAAAAABBY/vOGAIniTPQU/s1600-h/009%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275986433841604882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/STgRtUzoqRI/AAAAAAAABBY/vOGAIniTPQU/s400/009%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"La fama es un trozo de nada que el artista agarra al vuelo sin saber por qué."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=269"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Arrabal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1932-?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dramaturgo, poeta y novelista español. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-428245241973932550?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/428245241973932550/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=428245241973932550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/428245241973932550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/428245241973932550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/12/martes-de-frases-clebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/STgRtUzoqRI/AAAAAAAABBY/vOGAIniTPQU/s72-c/009%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6758939463121776343</id><published>2008-11-25T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:58:42.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SS2AHuyq30I/AAAAAAAABBQ/odSC_tpInUI/s1600-h/2155189523_8dabd05855_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273011609028714306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SS2AHuyq30I/AAAAAAAABBQ/odSC_tpInUI/s400/2155189523_8dabd05855_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"El idealismo aumenta en proporción directa de la distancia que nos separa del problema."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=2469"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Galsworthy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1867-1933) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Escritor inglés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6758939463121776343?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6758939463121776343/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6758939463121776343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6758939463121776343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6758939463121776343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/11/martes-de-frases-clebres_25.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SS2AHuyq30I/AAAAAAAABBQ/odSC_tpInUI/s72-c/2155189523_8dabd05855_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-7340194154079007422</id><published>2008-11-24T21:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:00:26.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>el gato del árbol..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSt3DAWbBKI/AAAAAAAABA4/KMFyEwhHaCY/s1600-h/Imagen062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272438682284655778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSt3DAWbBKI/AAAAAAAABA4/KMFyEwhHaCY/s400/Imagen062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En la escuela siempre pasan cosas raras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siempre pasa algo que contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o algo al menos que mencionar días después.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generalmente tiene que ver con alguien más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que si se cayó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que si lloró xq perdió las elecciones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que si ésto y que si lo otro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No por nada Gera afirma que en mi escuela se hule el aire a prepa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es decir, que seguimos estancados en ésa etapa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y creo que realmente no se equivoca..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero a él que!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el ni ya ni va a la escuela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y bueno..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si yo ya pensaba que mi día había empezado bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando un buen-hombre me ayudó a ponerme la mochila en el camión,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(eso de mis brazos cortos a veces dificulta ciertas cosas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;al llegar a la escuela y ver la tristeza de Daniel observando el árbol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el día definitivamente cambió.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No se xq pero en mi escuela hay árboles muy muy altos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y ahí hasta arriba...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un gatito..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sí!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un gatito!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y éso es lo paradojico, que en mi escuela haya gatos por montones..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y yo no pueda tocarlos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero como siempre salió al rescate Xiopan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(aunque ni quería el muy marica)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y fué con Vero a "Servicios Generales"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;misma coordinación que jamás en vida había sabido que hacía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hasta hoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se dedica a prestar escaleras gigantes a los estudiantes para que arriesguen su vida salvando un gato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272438804425834738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSt3KHXJgPI/AAAAAAAABBA/jAw8neBT_5o/s400/Imagen063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces al final, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obviamente Chopan no se subió por el cattito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sino que hubo un tal "Quique" que salió del anonimato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y brincó a la fama de la facultad de psicología&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;al colgarse desde hoy el titulo de "salva-gatitos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunque despues de un rato yo ya no sabía bien a quien había que bajar del árbol, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si al tal Quique o al felinito..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues éste último se agarraba (literalmente) con uñas y dientes del árbol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272438903660637602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSt3P5CkbaI/AAAAAAAABBI/B-uKv0kTohY/s400/Imagen064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abajo, una turba enardecida en espera del minino gritaba toda clase de consejos y porras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriba, el gato sospechaba que lo esperabamos para comerlo vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Que más podría esperar una multitud con tal grado de excitación en sus voces?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pues al fin, prescindiendo de algunas uñas del felino, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se le logró arrancar del árbol y he ahí el problema 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahora nuestro naciente héroe no sabía como bajar de ahí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces empecé en el recuento de los posibles daños a ver si realmente valía la pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salvar al gatito perdiendo a Quique...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero yo ni conozco a Quique que al cabo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y bueno, con los gatitos, tengo una relación de amor-daño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;así que deduzca usted mi postura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al final de la historia, tuvo que subirla "chica del gorro rosa" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(que por cierto que enorme parecido tiene con Flor la amiga de Sofi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a subir la escalera y tomar la estafeta, o lo que es igual: el gatito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y así todos fuimos muy felices para siempre!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! bueno, y Quique... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;creo que si bajó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como pudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, que no se queje, sus 15 minutos de fama (que a todos nos hizo favor de profetizarnos Andy Warhol hace algún tiempo) los tuvo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... 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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-7340194154079007422?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7340194154079007422/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=7340194154079007422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7340194154079007422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7340194154079007422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/11/el-gato-del-rbol.html' title='el gato del árbol..'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSt3DAWbBKI/AAAAAAAABA4/KMFyEwhHaCY/s72-c/Imagen062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1563515718278526904</id><published>2008-11-19T01:34:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:50:32.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't love the sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSPCJQMCGRI/AAAAAAAABAw/A_zqLFISFhI/s1600-h/100_6975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270269453173659922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSPCJQMCGRI/AAAAAAAABAw/A_zqLFISFhI/s400/100_6975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know she likes a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dry kind of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¡¡¡ Oh oh oh !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the sweetest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blind kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You know we got a stormy kind of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡¡¡ Oh oh oh !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sweetest thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1563515718278526904?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1563515718278526904/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1563515718278526904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1563515718278526904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1563515718278526904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/11/aint-love-sweetest-thing.html' title='Ain&apos;t love the sweetest thing'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSPCJQMCGRI/AAAAAAAABAw/A_zqLFISFhI/s72-c/100_6975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-7622672727300088960</id><published>2008-11-19T00:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:21:44.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSOvOI5fqUI/AAAAAAAABAo/ejDB3xQZGzo/s1600-h/100_6977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270248646395275586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSOvOI5fqUI/AAAAAAAABAo/ejDB3xQZGzo/s400/100_6977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "El ignorante afirma, el sabio duda y reflexiona."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=2489"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristóteles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(384 AC-322 AC) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Filósofo griego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-7622672727300088960?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7622672727300088960/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=7622672727300088960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7622672727300088960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7622672727300088960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/11/martes-de-frases-clebres_19.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSOvOI5fqUI/AAAAAAAABAo/ejDB3xQZGzo/s72-c/100_6977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-8708111664339587596</id><published>2008-11-17T12:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:44:34.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dando el brazo a morder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSG6s13hKrI/AAAAAAAABAg/INynrl7fQ2U/s1600-h/100_6960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269698318537140914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSG6s13hKrI/AAAAAAAABAg/INynrl7fQ2U/s400/100_6960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uno da la mano y le agarran el brazo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o sera que no es que se lo agarren, sino que simplemente uno ahí lo pone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En un desesperado acto de masoquismo mezclado con un dejo de necesidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;así nos encontramos ésta clase de especímenes que los gabachos llamarían "workaholic"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Workaholic" o mejor dicho... "adicto al trabajo" dígase de la persona que, disfrutandolo o no, decide dedicarle horas extras sin remuneración al trabajo, horas extras físicas, mentales y emocionales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y vaya que conmigo la explicación queda corta, ya que si bien uno nota que las cosas no andan bien al dejar de tener hobbies o ciertos placeres de relajamiento, de "solaz y esparcimiento" como diría Nina, al dejar de tomar fotografías y escribir en el blog, dejar de lado ésos cafés con ... bueno, con toda la gente a la que le debo un cafe/chela, dejar de aparecer en las fotografías zonzas de la gente CUCS, etc, etc, etc, cuando uno llega al punto de soñar que adelanta trabajo pendiente ahí sí que algo anda muy muy muy mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces después de llegar a la crisis y catarsis total expresada siempre en contra del mismo blanco (perdoname!), uno se sienta, respira hondo, y dice: "éste fin de semana es para mi", lo trata de disfrutar al máximo, pero la catarsis es la catarsis, y sale, y explota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunque después la catarsis es buena porque se traduce en el cambio, que generalmente o al menos en mi caso, la catarsis da a luz un cambio para bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces hoy me despierto con una sóla cosa en la cabeza, (que coincide con el mail de alguien del trabajo, by the way.. ouch! de nuevo el trabajo sale a relucir) "redefiniendo rumbos" aunque realmente no le llamaría rumbos sino más bien actitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si es necesario ahora me amarraré a la silla frente a la computadora hasta que mis dedos escriban algo en el blog! ...esque solía disfrutarlo tanto... y así me obligaré a tener ésos momentos para mi, sin trabajo, sin hablar del trabajo, sin pensar en el trabajo, SIN CONECTARLO TODO CON EL TRABAJO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En teoría hoy debía empezar, ya que me enteré de que es día feriado oficial... y aun así estoy haciendo trabajo, xq sepa usted que en mi trabajo siempre hay trabajo (bueno, creo que en todos) no hay un punto en el que uno diga: "hasta aqui! ya terminé!", así que uno debe empezar a ponerse ése punto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supongo que todo empieza por la actitud, no es válido decir que "no tengo tiempo" para ésto y para lo otro, si desde que supe que Beto tiene tiempo para hacer spinning diariamente, mi vida quedó impactada (jajaja) y ahora no hay pretexto para erradicar ésa panza ("erradicar"?? ouch! trabajo de nuevo) y para el café y los amigos y el cine y, y, y, ... dormir y respirar (y dejar respirar) y tener tiempo para uno (y dejar que alguien más lo tenga para sí)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces, aunque éste puede ser uno más de mis múltiples blogs de "hoy voy a cambiar" a lo largo de éstos más de dos años... aquí está.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ojalá y sea efectivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por lo pronto, prometo no volver a poner mi brazo en la boca del tigre... sólo la mano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esque de repente soy taaan masoquista!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... 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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-8708111664339587596?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8708111664339587596/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=8708111664339587596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8708111664339587596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8708111664339587596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/11/dando-el-brazo-morder.html' title='dando el brazo a morder...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SSG6s13hKrI/AAAAAAAABAg/INynrl7fQ2U/s72-c/100_6960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6026074457365522802</id><published>2008-11-04T23:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:46:15.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SREy2GcZjeI/AAAAAAAABAY/tJ8CzWulZIM/s1600-h/100_6945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265045344396873186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SREy2GcZjeI/AAAAAAAABAY/tJ8CzWulZIM/s400/100_6945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "El amor consuela como el resplandor del sol después de la lluvia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=11120"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1564-1616) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Escritor británico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6026074457365522802?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6026074457365522802/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6026074457365522802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6026074457365522802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6026074457365522802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/11/martes-de-frases-clebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SREy2GcZjeI/AAAAAAAABAY/tJ8CzWulZIM/s72-c/100_6945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-867310398795186791</id><published>2008-10-26T21:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:44:29.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BASTA !</title><content type='html'>BASTA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que sucede con ésto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿será que´mi blogcito está enpojado conmigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿o porque ya no me deja subir fotitos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me enhuelgo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta que ésto no me deje subir fotos no escribo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. bueno, nada interesante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay ya se que ultimamente no he escrito nada interesante ¡¡¡¡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero tenía toda la intención !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y éso es lo que cuenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh que mas da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me enojo &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me enojo feo heeee &gt;&gt;&gt;:(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;así que..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estimado sr. Blogger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, quiero decir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Señor Blogger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le EXIJO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me devuelva mi poder de subir fotitos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cordialmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo.&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;br /&gt;y es una orden!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me enojo si no me hace caso &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya le dije que me enojo bien feo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-867310398795186791?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/867310398795186791/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=867310398795186791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/867310398795186791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/867310398795186791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/10/basta.html' title='BASTA !'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6076401494399289295</id><published>2008-10-19T19:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:30:44.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>el amor es bailar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SP6OuxCUk6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/9BlF_R7k7wQ/s1600-h/100_6949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259798348903519138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SP6OuxCUk6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/9BlF_R7k7wQ/s400/100_6949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Y entre toda ésta gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos fuimos a encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pareciamos predestinados... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6076401494399289295?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6076401494399289295/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6076401494399289295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6076401494399289295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6076401494399289295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-amor-es-bailar.html' title='el amor es bailar!'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SP6OuxCUk6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/9BlF_R7k7wQ/s72-c/100_6949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-6649885175530138337</id><published>2008-10-19T17:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:20:21.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>que miedo...</title><content type='html'>(LA FOTO QUEDA PENDIENTE, YA QUE DE PLANO BLOGGER NO QUIERE SUBIRLA T_T )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy estuve platicando mucho mucho con Chofis, y no sólo cosas de trabajo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;platicamos de la matrimoniada y los morros, jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en otras palabras, palticamos de el casarnos y tener hijos&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éso se lee raro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ELLA Y YO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... cada una por su lado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y discutíamos acerca de éso de "calar la sandía para ver si la compramos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;osea, de vivir con la pareja antes de firmar el dichoso papelito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total que hay que decir que cada una tenía su parte de razón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cosa es que yo me quedé con el tema en mente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y le dí vueltas y vueltas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(supongo que es por ése pequeño detalle de darle vueltas a las cosas por lo que siempre trato de escuchar música en los trayectos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces pensé: "¡que miedo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, que miedo elegir a alguien y que miedo que te elijan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de hecho, que feo es éso de "elegir" como si uno fuera una lata de elotitos en conserva en un estante cualquiera del super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esque yo no creo que se trate tanto de elegir a la persona correcta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sino más bien de convertirse uno en la persona correcta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ése dar y recibir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el problema es justo en el momento de tomar ésa decisión,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando uno dice: "sí, lo intentaré con ésta persona"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí entra mi visión medieval de estar con ésa persona siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real o no, cursi o no, éso no es lo importante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo importante es que sí creo en ésa idea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ahí es donde surge el "que miedo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy dice que no se trata de elegir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella dice que siempre quiso casarse con todos sus novios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lo cual nos da la idea de que éso no es tan anormal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero que con ninguno realmente lo puso en la realidad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siempre era una vaga ilusión, hasta que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno, digamos que simplemente supo quién era el "EL".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"simpemente lo sabes, y decides hacerlo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí (creo yo) es donde acaba el "que miedo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando uno simplemente lo sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin dudas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin complicaciones extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni ilusiones vacías.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-6649885175530138337?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/6649885175530138337/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=6649885175530138337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6649885175530138337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/6649885175530138337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/10/que-miedo.html' title='que miedo...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-221536081796236422</id><published>2008-10-14T07:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:01:40.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKryF7mmkI/AAAAAAAABAI/LuPY7kbPkl4/s1600-h/Imagen071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256452592168770114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKryF7mmkI/AAAAAAAABAI/LuPY7kbPkl4/s400/Imagen071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;La independencia siempre fue mi deseo; la dependencia siempre fue mi destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=2540"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Verlaine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1844-1895) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Poeta francés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-221536081796236422?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/221536081796236422/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=221536081796236422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/221536081796236422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/221536081796236422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/10/la-independencia-siempre-fue-mi-deseo.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKryF7mmkI/AAAAAAAABAI/LuPY7kbPkl4/s72-c/Imagen071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-5263130144667379538</id><published>2008-10-13T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:29:01.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INCONGRUENCIAS DE TRANSITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256429440194165810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKWueGtvDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/YFxlbhvDDzE/s400/Imagen003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno no sabe todo lo que circula por la calle hasta que no sale y se topa con ello,&lt;br /&gt;perdón, quise decir:&lt;br /&gt;uno no sabe todo lo que circula por la calle hasta que no sale 4 HORAS DIARIAS y se topa con ello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay muchas formas de ganar dinero y sin duda hay  más aún de hacerlo en la calle,&lt;br /&gt;pero éste muchacho se llevó el premio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mira que vender besos es el negocio más prolífico e inagotable que puede haber, lo malo es que a éste tío nadie lo asesoró antes, nadie le avisó que se necesita cierto... talento por llamarle de alguna forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la idea es buena, el que lleva a cabo la idea... no tanto&lt;br /&gt;digo, yo no lo vi vender ni un sólo beso,&lt;br /&gt;solo el que Luis le compró a Sofi,&lt;br /&gt;quien negada, negada, pue no estaba he..&lt;br /&gt;pero asi como complacida, complacida, tampoco quedó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o usted, ¿le compraría un beso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKWzPFMjwI/AAAAAAAABAA/IwmDYj_lHzA/s1600-h/Imagen004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256429522060611330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKWzPFMjwI/AAAAAAAABAA/IwmDYj_lHzA/s400/Imagen004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-5263130144667379538?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5263130144667379538/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=5263130144667379538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5263130144667379538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5263130144667379538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/10/incongruencias-de-transito.html' title='INCONGRUENCIAS DE TRANSITO'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKWueGtvDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/YFxlbhvDDzE/s72-c/Imagen003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1927634170103020633</id><published>2008-10-12T19:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:28:50.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno olvida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKUUZsMA2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/xz-0vrA7K-4/s1600-h/manos+artesanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256426793309307746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKUUZsMA2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/xz-0vrA7K-4/s400/manos+artesanas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;un día yo tomaba fotos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buenas, malas, regulares y sin adjetivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomaba fotos de gente y tomaba fotos de lugares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de cosas sin sentido y de cosas que sólo tenían sentido para mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y esque el sólo hecho de tomar la foto ya le daba sentido a todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cargaba con mi camarita, con cleo y yo era muy feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uno suele olvidarse de las cosas que le hacen feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es extraño pero éso no debería ocurrir, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siempre deberíamos hacer cosas que disfrutemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supongo que me olvidé de muchas cosas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de unas fundamentales y de otras superfluas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hay cosas que nunca debí olvidar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hay costumbres que nunca me debí quitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya no me acordaba de ésta foto y lo mucho que me gustaba, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;del coraje que me dió el no haberle quitado la fecha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y del hecho de que no quería enseñarla a nadie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y hoy que la encontré, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supongo que tambien encontré otras cosas que había olvidado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o tal vez la encontré porque estaba buscando lo que había olvidado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tal vez simplemente es hora de retomar las pequeñas cosas que me enamoraban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;las pequeñas cosas que me fascinaban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ésas cosas que me llenaban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pasan los años y uno se vuelve mejor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(la mayoría de los casos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no es malo que pasen los años,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;creo que es malo que pasen y se lleven las fotos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;las costumbres, las palabras, las cosas que nos hacen felices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;espero no volver a olvidarme de ésta foto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;así como espero no volver a olvidarme de hacer ésas cosas que me hacían tan feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1927634170103020633?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1927634170103020633/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1927634170103020633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1927634170103020633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1927634170103020633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/10/uno-olvida.html' title='Uno olvida...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SPKUUZsMA2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/xz-0vrA7K-4/s72-c/manos+artesanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1994317722512201095</id><published>2008-09-25T23:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:49:33.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jueves Amnistiense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/G5-81AmFkCc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/G5-81AmFkCc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;está viejito el video...&lt;br /&gt;pero refleja bien un poco de nuestro trabajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1994317722512201095?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1994317722512201095/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1994317722512201095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1994317722512201095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1994317722512201095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/09/jueves-amnistiense_25.html' title='Jueves Amnistiense'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1042007004554554627</id><published>2008-09-25T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:58:50.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killers... "when you were young"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SNuI18TS1iI/AAAAAAAAAuM/b1f1yLcSB8M/s1600-h/100_6910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249940250931942946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SNuI18TS1iI/AAAAAAAAAuM/b1f1yLcSB8M/s400/100_6910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "... he doesn´t look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were young ... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será que a veces cuando uno es pequeño imagina e imagina algo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y realmente lo que obtiene pasado el tiempo no es exacto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pero de alguna manera resulta perfecto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y uno recuerda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se recuerdan los anhelos y lo esperado, lo soñado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y la nostalgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Creo que la mayoría de las veces uno no tiene lo que soñó en la niñez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero también creo que lo que se llega a obtener puede ser aún mejor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La pregunta es:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Qué pasa si obtienes algo lleno de cosas maravillosas que nunca pediste, y lo único y pequeño que siempre anhelaste, simplemente nunca llega?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Resulta confuso al final del día...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1042007004554554627?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1042007004554554627/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1042007004554554627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1042007004554554627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1042007004554554627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/09/killers-when-you-were-young.html' title='The Killers... &quot;when you were young&quot;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SNuI18TS1iI/AAAAAAAAAuM/b1f1yLcSB8M/s72-c/100_6910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-8436929493955188479</id><published>2008-09-23T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:15:42.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EL DOLOR FELIZ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SNmwSbVJOQI/AAAAAAAAAuE/sGG93_bheuY/s1600-h/100_6937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249420671297599746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SNmwSbVJOQI/AAAAAAAAAuE/sGG93_bheuY/s400/100_6937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"... Entonces un día la niña decide lastimar su cuerpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sólo por dolor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y algo de vanidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tal vez por un significado más profundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero bastante personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y sin embargo ahí está,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haciéndolo publico al por mayor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque al final de cuentas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el dolor autocausado y por gusto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se disfruta más. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-8436929493955188479?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/8436929493955188479/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=8436929493955188479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8436929493955188479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/8436929493955188479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-dolor-feliz.html' title='EL DOLOR FELIZ...'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SNmwSbVJOQI/AAAAAAAAAuE/sGG93_bheuY/s72-c/100_6937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-2516219141337873230</id><published>2008-09-16T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:18:46.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SNAUgFWNGRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/k3mTLIkhcO4/s1600-h/gera+lavando+los+trastes+q+uso+para+hacerme+de+desayunar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246716107310307602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SNAUgFWNGRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/k3mTLIkhcO4/s400/gera+lavando+los+trastes+q+uso+para+hacerme+de+desayunar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Yo dormía y soñaba que la vida era alegría, desperté y vi que la vida era servicio, serví y ví que el servicio era alegría."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Rabindranath Tagore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1861-1941) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Poeta, filósofo, artista, dramaturgo, músico y novelista bengalí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2516219141337873230?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2516219141337873230/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2516219141337873230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2516219141337873230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2516219141337873230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/09/martes-de-frases-clebres_16.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SNAUgFWNGRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/k3mTLIkhcO4/s72-c/gera+lavando+los+trastes+q+uso+para+hacerme+de+desayunar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3732372177258167841</id><published>2008-09-11T01:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:08:04.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:: JUEVES AMNISTIENSE ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SMi1dZlDP5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/99SxUVbGd3w/s1600-h/ponte+en+su+lugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244641282760064914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SMi1dZlDP5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/99SxUVbGd3w/s400/ponte+en+su+lugar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... ponte en su lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡ ACTÚA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnistia.org.mx/"&gt;www.amnistia.org.mx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una activismo así deberíamos de hacer aquí en GDL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-3732372177258167841?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3732372177258167841/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=3732372177258167841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3732372177258167841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3732372177258167841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/09/jueves-amnistiense.html' title=':: JUEVES AMNISTIENSE ::'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SMi1dZlDP5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/99SxUVbGd3w/s72-c/ponte+en+su+lugar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-43717152459777146</id><published>2008-09-10T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:05:43.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SMi1F1fG8LI/AAAAAAAAAts/HdXoT4v0zzU/s1600-h/Imagen005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244640877934473394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SMi1F1fG8LI/AAAAAAAAAts/HdXoT4v0zzU/s400/Imagen005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SMi0okoUxcI/AAAAAAAAAtk/SrLrzhybBxM/s1600-h/Imagen005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"De pequeño quise tener un perro, pero mis padres eran pobres y sólo pudieron comprarme una hormiga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=881"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1935- ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Actor, director y escritor estadounidense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-43717152459777146?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/43717152459777146/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=43717152459777146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/43717152459777146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/43717152459777146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/09/martes-de-frases-clebres_10.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SMi1F1fG8LI/AAAAAAAAAts/HdXoT4v0zzU/s72-c/Imagen005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-7388834402608548599</id><published>2008-09-02T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:39:10.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SL8f2sRZvJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/uJOVdq8G9No/s1600-h/grande.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241943515740093586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SL8f2sRZvJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/uJOVdq8G9No/s400/grande.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SL8fjCOhHTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/dPtXAirUkG4/s1600-h/en+negro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;El que tiene un derecho no obtiene el de violar el ajeno para mantener el suyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=453056463"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Frases de José Martí" href="http://www.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=641"&gt;José Martí&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1853-1895) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Político y escritor cubano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-2474418316797575803?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/2474418316797575803/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=2474418316797575803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2474418316797575803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/2474418316797575803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/08/incongruencias-de-transito_25.html' title='INCONGRUENCIAS DE TRANSITO'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SLWBiGEs4qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/c8CxhdulXWs/s72-c/parquimetro+ignorante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4307940755534926227</id><published>2008-08-24T17:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:50:28.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oda al tobillo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SLHh6sRJfMI/AAAAAAAAAss/yFgkWVfPISM/s1600-h/las+piernas+mas+raras+del+mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238216240040344770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SLHh6sRJfMI/AAAAAAAAAss/yFgkWVfPISM/s400/las+piernas+mas+raras+del+mundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;los angulos son engañosos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;será que yo tengo las piernas demasiado largas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o es sólo que el piso me quedó bien bien lejos???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi mamá dice que tengo los tobillos demasiado delgados para lo demás de mi pierna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y Gera es.. un tanto menos cariñoso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y dice que parezco playmobil..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con eso de que entre el pantalon y el zapato tienen un pedacito de pierna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(tobillo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y mi tobillo, efectivamente parece un tubillo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o esque la pierna es gorda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo creo que el tobillo no es delgado sino que la pierna es gorda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero como el tobillo está mas expuesto a la vista de todos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues a él lo atacan ¿verdad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;debe ser dificil ser tobillo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahí pican los moscos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahí duelen los golpes de carrito de super&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahí es donde se tuerce todo cuando uno pisa mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahí es donde queda estancada la mugrita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y ahí es donde nadie quiere estar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya ni los calcetines... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con éso de que ahora los tines es lo bonito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh pobres tobillos... tan desprotegidos ellos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tan sin atención...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quedaron en los 90´s las pulseritas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y ahora cómo se adornan los tobillos??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofi dice que quiere ponerse raices en el tobillos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es decir, que quiere tatuarse florecitas en uno de sus pies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y la muy desconsiderada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como si los tobillos no tuvieran suficientes problemas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todavía se pone a discriminar un tobillo del otro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan no tiene tatuajes en los tobillos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y eso que Juan tiene tatuajes en todas partes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parecido a mi mamá,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi mamá no tiene tatuajes en todas partes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero sí un chorro de pulseras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿xq no una en los tobillos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pobres tobillos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a nadie le importan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿acaso hay algun "tobillologo"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mi tío no le sale pelo en los tobillos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es extraño, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como un calcetin invisible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supongo que sus tobillos están en una especie de huelga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o tal vez fueron a neoskin para ser como gabriel soto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ayy los tobillos tampoco tienen libido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a uno le tocan el cuello y es bonito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y le tocan la pierna y es bonito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero le tocan el tobillo y..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿y?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;los tobillos no tienen pasión..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;los tobillos tampoco son politicamente importantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a la gente le cortan la cabeza en el cuello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la gente se ahorca tambien desde el cuello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a los ladrones se les corta la mano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y la inyección letal va en el brazo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando votamos nos pintan el dedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;las vacunas van en el brazo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;las señas de apoyo son con las manos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y, y,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿DONDE ESTAN LOS TOBILLOS? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uno tampoco puede invertir en sus tobillos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no se les puede comprar algo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o arregar algo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada de nada se puede hacer con los tobillos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pobres tobillos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... 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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4307940755534926227?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4307940755534926227/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4307940755534926227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4307940755534926227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4307940755534926227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/08/oda-al-tobillo.html' title='oda al tobillo'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SLHh6sRJfMI/AAAAAAAAAss/yFgkWVfPISM/s72-c/las+piernas+mas+raras+del+mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3919004732377492536</id><published>2008-08-20T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:45:35.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belanova - Cada Que</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2u9RrPh0N1Q' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2u9RrPh0N1Q'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh ya se que es cursi poner a belanova en el blog...&lt;br /&gt;pero de todos modos yo nunca he dicho que soy bien ruda y bien genial&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la cosa es que en éste momento me siento como si yo hubiera escrito ésa canción...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no es que sea una muy profunda letra... es simple..&lt;br /&gt;asi me siento y punto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo es tan ilogico...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1799958572338149753?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1799958572338149753/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1799958572338149753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1799958572338149753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1799958572338149753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/08/jueves-amnistiense_20.html' title=':: JUEVES AMNISTIENSE ::'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-5843437421863658434</id><published>2008-08-20T14:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:55:45.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIERCOLES AL 2 X 1</title><content type='html'>PEDIR UNA COMPUTADORA POR INTERNET: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236686074985167778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxyPXO5u6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/bFUo8r3lQlc/s400/Imagen024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LO BUENO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;es fácil y rápida la compra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;no hay mucha gente ni filas, ni demasiado tiempo perdido, ni vendedores que te hagan creer que necesitas un mouse inalámbrico, un teclado ergonómico, una usb, nuevas bocinas, etc, etc...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236689230923923730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKx1HEBVgRI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sz6s0RGH9J8/s400/Imagen028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;uno la elige y la arma como quiera, sin el típico: "ya no hay, llega como en 3 semanas tal vez".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;se compra directamente con el proveedor, lo cual ahorra la ganancia, la alta ganancia de las tiendas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236688951463631330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKx02y8z2eI/AAAAAAAAAsM/P1kUqY0oUJw/s400/Imagen026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uno puede ver toooooooodo el proceso en internet... desde que la arman hasta cuando el señor estafeta está en la puerta a punto de tocar el timbre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;se pueden aprovechar muy buenas ofertas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LO MALO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;si uno tiene la terrible suerte de que algo suceda y se retrase el proceso... puedes pasar más de un mes esperando a que llegue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;al día siguiente puede salir una mejor oferta y tu darte un balazo por no haberte ahorrado chorromil pesos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;en la atención telefonica estan puertoriqueños, ecuatorianos o salvadoreños que muchas veces no tienen ni la más remota idea de que quieres hacer...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236689084131249170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKx0-hLPDBI/AAAAAAAAAsU/oyakBZtyq44/s400/Imagen027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;la caja es como imposible de abrir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;vienen millones de discos y papelitos que no se para qué mas puedan servir que para quitar espacio en el cajon.... tal vez sean las instrucciones, pero ni que yo fuera gera para leer las instrucciones de todo antes de usarlo (incluso del auto!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236688737695768850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKx0qWmlIRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/s1yyrn_1SQ0/s400/Imagen025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;uno tiene que guardar las cajas por si un día la bella computadora decide fallar y hay que regresarla para la garantía (aunque creo que eso se hace en cualquier garantía....pero bueno)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236689541060901698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKx1ZHXwO0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/cRrtZn9qYqo/s400/Imagen030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;pero al final de todo, y sea como sea, lo bonito es tenerla :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-5843437421863658434?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/5843437421863658434/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=5843437421863658434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5843437421863658434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/5843437421863658434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/08/miercoles-al-2-x-1_20.html' title='MIERCOLES AL 2 X 1'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxyPXO5u6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/bFUo8r3lQlc/s72-c/Imagen024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-7326666962234618337</id><published>2008-08-19T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:33:30.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxxa9iElvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/GpGrCN-MU8U/s1600-h/100_6905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236685174733051634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxxa9iElvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/GpGrCN-MU8U/s400/100_6905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"El hombre que ha empezado a vivir seriamente por dentro, empieza a vivir más sencillamente por fuera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=15688"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(1896-1961) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Escritor estadounidense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-7326666962234618337?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/7326666962234618337/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=7326666962234618337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7326666962234618337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/7326666962234618337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/08/martes-de-frases-clebres.html' title='&gt; MARTES DE FRASES CÉLEBRES &lt;'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxxa9iElvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/GpGrCN-MU8U/s72-c/100_6905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4931417695570570424</id><published>2008-08-18T14:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:23:14.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS GERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxubEeRAQI/AAAAAAAAArs/nsJ9Gmt6SCs/s1600-h/100_6907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236681878061252866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxubEeRAQI/AAAAAAAAArs/nsJ9Gmt6SCs/s400/100_6907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FELICIDADES AL MUCHACHO MÁS GUAPO DEL MUNDO...&lt;br /&gt;O AL MENOS DE MI MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMOoOoOoOoOoOoO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

nice... niz.. nais... nails??.. ns.. NICE!!!

&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4931417695570570424?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4931417695570570424/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4931417695570570424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4931417695570570424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4931417695570570424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/08/feliz-cumpleaos-gera.html' title='FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS GERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxubEeRAQI/AAAAAAAAArs/nsJ9Gmt6SCs/s72-c/100_6907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1475779420754885922</id><published>2008-08-18T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:19:05.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...INCONGRUENCIAS DE TRANSITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxtxsaijUI/AAAAAAAAArk/3E00w1SlDpw/s1600-h/Imagen008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236681167228538178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxtxsaijUI/AAAAAAAAArk/3E00w1SlDpw/s400/Imagen008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; el árbol que le alegra la vida a los transeúntes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces las incongruencias de tránsito son felices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-1475779420754885922?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/1475779420754885922/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=1475779420754885922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1475779420754885922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/1475779420754885922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/08/incongruencias-de-transito_18.html' title='...INCONGRUENCIAS DE TRANSITO'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/SKxtxsaijUI/AAAAAAAAArk/3E00w1SlDpw/s72-c/Imagen008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-3831024787583194545</id><published>2008-08-15T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:17:40.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jueves Amnistiense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ozszAvlNGgQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ozszAvlNGgQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-3831024787583194545?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/3831024787583194545/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=3831024787583194545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3831024787583194545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/3831024787583194545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/08/jueves-amnistiense.html' title='Jueves Amnistiense'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-4663127584075193639</id><published>2008-08-15T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:11:23.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERY HUMAN HAS THE RIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/inM_aiHDGm0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/inM_aiHDGm0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;www.amnistia.org.mx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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pink... pin.. nk.. nip??.. pync... PINK!!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27781767-4663127584075193639?l=pinkarela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/feeds/4663127584075193639/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27781767&amp;postID=4663127584075193639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4663127584075193639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27781767/posts/default/4663127584075193639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkarela.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-human-has-right.html' title='EVERY HUMAN HAS THE RIGHT'/><author><name>PiNkaReLa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10254963326898659866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGiWoQ1Vp80/TJb9vKYKt-I/AAAAAAAABKI/wq1tSQ30pCU/S220/IMG_1205.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27781767.post-1199535708123988360</id><published>2008-08-15T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:11:05.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GALLETITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/YehsZm6RsqE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/YehsZm6RsqE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;está a lo máximo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no volveré a ver igual a los monitos-galletas de "alta fibra"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;be... bee.. bi??.. vi... wi.... BE!!!!

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&amp;... and.. end.. fin??.. n.. &amp;!!!

think... thnig.. tinq.. cosa?? inq.. THINK!!!

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