<?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-6182937654675572642</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:07:48.314-08:00</updated><category term='vida'/><title type='text'>Psicodelia.,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-4766217441145664597</id><published>2010-08-22T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:40:22.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/THHvXgkV1SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kP4pAaP-NQc/s400/Amor+6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508447006409217314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Cuantas sensaciones diferentes pueden llegar a recorrerte el cuerpo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;De cuantas maneras se puede sentir a la felicidad? Hay miles, o solo una?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Que hace a todo tu cuerpo estremecerse? Que tus manos tiemblen, el nudo en la garganta, se te traben las palabras, que la piel se te erice, de tu cabeza un desorden, y de tu estomago un manojo de nervios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Puede haber solo algo, solo alguien, que pueda hacerte sentir mucho mas de lo que pensaste alguna vez existía?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Puede ser cierto, que todo lo que pensás, las cosas como las ves, sean verdaderamente así, y no solo un pensamiento cerrado causado por una especie hipnotismo momentáneo, o por que no, de por vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/THH8Fq1l6pI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iKZNZ4PBaIQ/s400/Amor+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508460993579444882" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Que tan seguro se puede estar de que es enteramente verdadero? Que tan seguro se puede estar de que es lo mejor? Que tan seguro se puede estar de que no existe? Que tan seguro se puede estar si es de ahora, si es de verdad, si es para siempre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Tantas cosas me pasan por la cabeza, demasiadas, correctas, incorrectas, ya no se ni que son. Tiempo, distancia, felicidad, nostalgia, ya todo se volvió una serie de nudos que no puedo desatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Pero solo hay algo de lo que estoy mas que segura; no hay un solo día que no me sorprenda. Ni uno solo; y podría jurar, que es muchísimo más de lo que alguna vez pude llegar a esperar.            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/THIAr11UcVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hIzrQjzGAW8/s400/Amor+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Aunque tenga tantos enredos en la cabeza, tengo también muy en claro de que trata cada uno de esos nudos. Y aunque siempre me de vueltas, de algo que también estoy segura, que cuando digo te amo, siempre me quedo corta, de letras, de palabras, y de algo mucho mas importante, me quedo sin que decir, porque no hay nada que le siga, y que me ayude a expresar lo que siento exactamente. Si, el te amo me quedo chico, y bastante, y en las palabras todavia no hay talles XXL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/THIEWygc_WI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UHJfz6UisrE/s400/Amor+11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Por mas que haya pasado un año, sigo sin poder describir con palabras todas las cosas que pude llegar a sentir, las cosas que viví, cosas que pasaron que son imposibles de explicar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Como algo TAN simple, puede crear tantas cosas. Puede hacer tantas cosas. Puede ser mucho mas que lo mas complejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Me cuesta entender como con solo un abrazo me puede llegar a sentir mas segura que en cualquier refugio anti lo que sea. Como solo el mínimo roce, una caricia, me puede poner mas nerviosa a tener que hablar frente al creador del universo entero. Como una mirada, y un beso, me puede sacar la mejor sonrisa de mi vida. Como el calor de tu pecho me asegura que ese es mi lugar, y no quiero estar en ningún otro. Como solo una cosa, alguien, puede ser, absolutamente, TODO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;A todo esto, hay solo una cosa que quiero decir en fin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-4766217441145664597?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/4766217441145664597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=4766217441145664597' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/4766217441145664597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/4766217441145664597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2010/08/cuantas-sensaciones-diferentes-pueden.html' title=''/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/THHvXgkV1SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kP4pAaP-NQc/s72-c/Amor+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-4964720912860824865</id><published>2010-08-21T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:40:06.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Todos dicen que hay algo, un lugar, un objeto, una cosa, "algo", que los hace sonreír, que los pone felices, que es donde quisieran estar, o lo quisieran tener, cada vez que sienten un dolor. Siempre me pregunte como tenia que ser, como descubrirlo, donde encontrarlo, como estar segura que es eso exactamente, miles y miles de preguntas que me daban vuelta la cabeza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Es una persona, un lugar, una cosa, tiene que estar siempre conmigo, puede estar en un lugar en especial, lejos, cerca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Después de mucho tiempo me di cuenta que no se busca, que no aparece, y que es justamente es lo que menos pensamos, que siempre estuvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Cuando deje de pensarlo tanto pude darme cuenta, que desde muy chica ya lo conocía, que fue siempre mi alegría, mi razón de decir "Para! me quiero bajar";&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;El pasto verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, bien verde, ese que te da ganas de ir y recostarte a mirar hacia arriba,o de sentarte a tomar un tere con alguien que tenes muchas ganas de conversar, el que te tienta tirarte al piso, rodar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ese es mi "algo" especial, y lo bueno es que puedo encontrarlo donde sea, y siempre que lo veo, me invita a recostarme en el, compartirlo con alguien y siempre, sonreír.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-4964720912860824865?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/4964720912860824865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=4964720912860824865' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/4964720912860824865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/4964720912860824865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2010/08/todos-dicen-que-hay-algo-un-lugar-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-6585851279244543958</id><published>2009-12-07T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:10:07.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y de a poco, te vas.. 2009♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/Sx3DbbFnerI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bv94YDNzJ9I/s1600-h/4447_1152674770898_1048505575_30456824_569038_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/Sx27AGivfiI/AAAAAAAAALg/DmjmsqOF96k/s400/10419_1227034069834_1048505575_30728504_5281014_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412687937599929890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida nada me debes, vida estamos en paz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-6585851279244543958?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/6585851279244543958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=6585851279244543958' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/6585851279244543958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/6585851279244543958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2009/12/y-de-poco-te-vas-2009.html' title='Y de a poco, te vas.. 2009♥'/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/Sx3DbbFnerI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Bv94YDNzJ9I/s72-c/4447_1152674770898_1048505575_30456824_569038_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-7824087647729370576</id><published>2009-09-17T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:30:56.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You make it easier when life gets hard.,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SrJrhITq9FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y2PC2GlFPYM/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SrJrhITq9FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y2PC2GlFPYM/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382482721571009618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gracias&lt;/span&gt;, por ayudarme a mirar la vida otra vez como se debe, y disfrutala como si fuera cada segundo el último.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;you hold me right here right now.,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-7824087647729370576?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/7824087647729370576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=7824087647729370576' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/7824087647729370576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/7824087647729370576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-make-it-easier-when-life-gets-hard.html' title='You make it easier when life gets hard.,'/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SrJrhITq9FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y2PC2GlFPYM/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-6140563574770627342</id><published>2009-07-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:37:10.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SllBvuoNJ1I/AAAAAAAAALE/D_Ll_etvs8I/s1600-h/DSC05709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como pretender ser libres, si estamos encadenados a un recuerdo.Y entonces, como no vivir en sueños, si solo asi podemos desatar esas cadenas; si solo asi las cosas son a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nuestra manera&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Papel y lapiz, mis herramientas para escapar del dia a dia; me sumerjo en un mundo de trazos, en el que pueda inventar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realidad&lt;/span&gt;. Imaginar, el poder para volverlo todo real, de alguna manera. Expresarme, y gritar en silencio todo lo que pasa por mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;Danza, otra manera de desconectar mi cable a tierra, y llevarme a otro lugar. El arte de la expresion del cuerpo. Delicado, preciso, armonico, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;equilibrado&lt;/span&gt;; "Bailar es &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soñar&lt;/span&gt; con los&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pies&lt;/span&gt;". La verdadera realidad, desaparece. Actuar y ser la musica, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dejarse llevar&lt;/span&gt; y acompañarla. Olvidar el alrededor, y escuchar nada mas que la armonia de cada instrumento, expresar y hacer visual  eso que solo podiamos oir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-6140563574770627342?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/6140563574770627342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=6140563574770627342' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/6140563574770627342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/6140563574770627342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2009/07/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SllBvuoNJ1I/AAAAAAAAALE/D_Ll_etvs8I/s72-c/DSC05709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-5904356730705205849</id><published>2009-06-22T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:00:03.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/Sj_8HvykbII/AAAAAAAAAK8/hwsaFhwdzzA/s1600-h/DSC05723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/Sj_8HvykbII/AAAAAAAAAK8/hwsaFhwdzzA/s400/DSC05723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350272092357291138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Y, después de llover, un relámpago va deshaciendo la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;oscuridad, con besos, que antes de nacer, morirán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cuando se acuestan la razón y el deseo llueve sobre mojado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Y, al final, sale un sol incapaz de curar las heridas de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ciudad, y se acostumbra el corazón a olvidar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Dormir contigo es estar solo dos veces, es la soledad al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;cuadrado, todos los sábados son martes y trece, todo el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;año llueve sobre mojado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Uno y uno son &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;demasiados.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-5904356730705205849?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/5904356730705205849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=5904356730705205849' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/5904356730705205849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/5904356730705205849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2009/06/y-despues-de-llover-un-relampago-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/Sj_8HvykbII/AAAAAAAAAK8/hwsaFhwdzzA/s72-c/DSC05723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-1389323150782695652</id><published>2009-06-11T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:04:17.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SjFiyGqbIRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rBe3i3JE17Y/s1600-h/n1180136002_30376195_8140740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SjFiyGqbIRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rBe3i3JE17Y/s320/n1180136002_30376195_8140740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346162845587022098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, and your heart starts to wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;where on this earth I can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;place that we'd meet, and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So I'm not moving... I'm not moving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-1389323150782695652?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/1389323150782695652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=1389323150782695652' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/1389323150782695652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/1389323150782695652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2009/06/cos-if-one-day-you-wake-up-and-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SjFiyGqbIRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rBe3i3JE17Y/s72-c/n1180136002_30376195_8140740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-7340893687346528632</id><published>2009-02-01T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:30:46.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SYYuSNBSqrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iiGz9tdy5MU/s1600-h/Imagen+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SYYuSNBSqrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iiGz9tdy5MU/s320/Imagen+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297972901915568818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Staring at the blank page before you. Open up the dirty window. &lt;/span&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Reaching for something in the distance, so close you can almost taste it. Release your inhibitions, feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; No one else, no one else, can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-7340893687346528632?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/7340893687346528632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=7340893687346528632' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/7340893687346528632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/7340893687346528632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-unwritten-cant-read-my-mind-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SYYuSNBSqrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iiGz9tdy5MU/s72-c/Imagen+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-2406496109908613095</id><published>2009-01-03T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:07:23.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SV_fjiXiLVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/glqxZ-QYEoo/s1600-h/asfsagfsdgsdgdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SV_fjiXiLVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/glqxZ-QYEoo/s320/asfsagfsdgsdgdf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287190289170181458" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Agua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Como quieres ser mi amigo, &lt;br /&gt;si por ti daría la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si confundo tu sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;por camelo si me miras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Razón y piel, difícil mezcla,&lt;br /&gt;agua y sed, serio problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Como quieres ser mi amigo, &lt;br /&gt;si por ti me perdería.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Si confundo tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;por camelo si me mimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pasión y ley, difícil mezcla&lt;br /&gt;agua y sed, serio problema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cuando uno tiene sed, pero el agua no esta cerca, cuando uno quiere beber,  pero el agua no esta cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que hacer, tu lo sabes, conservar la distancia, renunciar a lo natural, y dejar que el agua corra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Como quieres ser mi amigo, cuando esta carta recibas, hay un mensaje entre lineas, como quires ser mi amigo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-2406496109908613095?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/2406496109908613095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=2406496109908613095' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/2406496109908613095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/2406496109908613095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2009/01/agua.html' title=''/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SV_fjiXiLVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/glqxZ-QYEoo/s72-c/asfsagfsdgsdgdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-8890744214877377131</id><published>2008-11-22T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:55:45.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SSh_q4UztdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MoQkohJO1Tg/s1600-h/Collage+de+Picnik+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SSh_q4UztdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MoQkohJO1Tg/s320/Collage+de+Picnik+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271603738488059346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SSh_atOqUQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4uFqvCYrjgA/s1600-h/Collage+de+Picnik+2.jpg"&gt;Move your hands in circles&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;The power behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Move around your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Cursing the naked sky&lt;br /&gt;You should be here tonight&lt;br /&gt;But you stay alone and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye, these days are gone&lt;br /&gt;And we can't keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;When all we need is some relief&lt;br /&gt;Through these hard times&lt;br /&gt;There's something missing&lt;br /&gt;You'll never feel it but you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna feel it when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;When it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2008/11/move-your-hands-in-circles-keeping-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SSh_q4UztdI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MoQkohJO1Tg/s72-c/Collage+de+Picnik+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-2632083073704403585</id><published>2008-10-16T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:18:44.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SPerZvgzK7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8EAVrZNvsf0/s1600-h/vg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SPerZvgzK7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8EAVrZNvsf0/s320/vg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257859548717460402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todos deberiamos crear nuestro "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Libro de Posibilidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;ya sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; o simplemente en nuestra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;alli tendriamos poner todas nuestras &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;deseos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;metas.&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Habria que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;abrirlo todos los dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, y recordar eso que tanto queremos, anhelamos,&lt;br /&gt;Soñamos...&lt;br /&gt;Pero no es solo cuestion de abrir ese libro, es &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;intentar cumplir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; todo aquello&lt;br /&gt;que pusimos dentro del el. Poder saber que por cada una de nuestras metas,&lt;br /&gt;fantasias, deseos y sueños por lo menos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hicimos lo posible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que Intentamos, cumplirlos.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente si tenemos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;exito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, lo transformaremos en el "&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ibro de las Realidades&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Y si por alguna razon, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;no se cumplen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; nuestros propositos, ese libro ..&lt;br /&gt;va a ser, el "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Libro de los Esfuerzos&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Intentemos&lt;/span&gt; llegar a nuestro &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;libro de realidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-2632083073704403585?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/2632083073704403585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=2632083073704403585' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/2632083073704403585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/2632083073704403585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2008/10/todos-deberiamos-crearnuestro-libro-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SPerZvgzK7I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8EAVrZNvsf0/s72-c/vg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-6691251398965391834</id><published>2008-10-06T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:36:03.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SOpz_auXgDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TiLOl6TUqWo/s1600-h/1222560961156_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cl9q0b1MMO0/SOpz_auXgDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TiLOl6TUqWo/s320/1222560961156_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254139448623857714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;03/10: ¡Diecisiete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Te amo, disfrutalos, y que sean muchos más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se rompian los espejos reflejando su hermosura ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-6691251398965391834?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/6691251398965391834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=6691251398965391834' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6182937654675572642.post-8832583699617305873</id><published>2008-08-07T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:38:29.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Le asustan los ruidos y tambien la tranquilidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;le gustan los mimos pero respira en soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se hace fuerte ahi donde no lo vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y se esconde siempre que hay maldad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;el vive escondido conversando con su piedad&lt;br /&gt;Se queda en vilo para no tener que soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;y ahuyenta sus ganas luego se las pone a buscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y se enreda ahí, dónde sí lo vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y le encanta, no poder robar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se roba, a sí mismo para poder continuar, sin probar.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-8832583699617305873?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/8832583699617305873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=8832583699617305873' title='1 comentarios'/><link 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felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me encontraba recorriendo el camino de la vida, sola, algo desanimada, cuando sentí que tomo mi mano, una nueva amiga que decidió acompañarme; algunos, esos que la necesitaron alguna vez la reconocieron, no se si tiene nombre pero me prometió que no me soltaría. Me explico que no debo pensar en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;los fantasmas del pasado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, ni amargarme por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;un futuro ilusionado e imprevisto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Me enseño que se puede ser feliz viviendo en el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, descubriendo las cosas buenas que te da la vida. Me mostró a mis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;amigos y a las personas que están en mi mundo; la luna, el mar y las estrellas; Me enseño a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;valorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; amanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, aunque sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;solitario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;; a ver caer la lluvia y cerrar los ojos para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hundirme en su melodía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; entender la música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. Me dijo: “Se de tu secreto sobre el amor” y me aconsejo que se debe tomar el camino que uno cree correcto solo si estas totalmente seguro, me susurro al oído “Una vez que creas conveniente y estés lista te llevaré y te acompañaré por ese camino que vos llamas “olvido”; es largo, difícil y oscuro, no puedes cerrar los ojos porque al abrirlos te encontraras otra vez en el principio, no puedes descansar, pero si puedes volver atrás, pero entonces te encontraras indecisa nuevamente, por eso debes estar completamente seguro de lo que haces, y si es así al final te encontraras en la esquina de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“olvido”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“felicidad”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; y sentirás, no importa cuales sean tus notas, un 10 en la vida, pero nunca lo olvides, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;siempre te llevaré de la mano…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6182937654675572642-1085797332343183832?l=vidaacontramano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/feeds/1085797332343183832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6182937654675572642&amp;postID=1085797332343183832' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/1085797332343183832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6182937654675572642/posts/default/1085797332343183832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidaacontramano.blogspot.com/2008/07/camino-la-felicidad.html' title='Camino a la felicidad'/><author><name>Iru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11758009463115183925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
